The Millennium Earl: Hey, I bought your soul last month and-
Allen: No returns.
The Millennium Earl: Please, itās making me sad.

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@akiraravenswood
The Millennium Earl: Hey, I bought your soul last month and-
Allen: No returns.
The Millennium Earl: Please, itās making me sad.
Guys who complain about the friendzone often donāt care about their female friendsā personal boundaries, forcing their female friends build more walls up. A good cartoon.
- submitted by Gene
why is he tearing down a wall with an axe
i hate it when your put in the friendzone and made to tear down a wall
Mr. Gorbachevā¦tear down this friendzone
how you gonna draw some shit that makes you look like Jack Nicholson in The Shining and still feel like youāre the victim
I DONāT *CHOP* UNDERSTAND *CHOP* WHY *CHOP* YOU CANāT *CHOP* JUST *CHOP* LET ME *CHOP* BONE YOU *CHOP* ON AN INDEFINITE *CHOP* EXCLUSIVE *CHOP* BASIS *CHOP* WHEN *CHOP* IāM *CHOP* SO *CHOP* NIIIIIIIIIIIICE *CHOP*
āIām going to wall you up now, Fortunato.ā
āHa ha, and then what? ;) ā
āFor the love of God, Montresor!ā -Cask of Amontifriendzone, Edgar Allan Poe
Incessantly, I heard a smacking, as of some entitled dipshit whacking, whacking on my chamber door.
Resignedly, I placed another layer, voicing a quiet, repeated prayer, āThis dude thinks heās a player, but I am not a point to score, he should fuck off and bother me no more.ā
Quoth the friendzoned, āFucking whore.ā
- The Craven, by Edward Allen Bro
edgar allen bro
Oh my god
holy shit
āNice guy!ā said I, āTotal dildoānice guy still if nerd or dudebro, Whether reddit sent, or whether romcoms tossed thee here ashore, Barely known yet still entitled, holding now your Tom Waits vinyl, Begging me for something primal, tell me truly, I implore Is thisāis this shit for fucking real? Tell me, tell me, I implore! Quoth the friendzoned, āFucking whore.ā
āNice guy!ā said I, āTotal dildoānice guy still if nerd or dudebro, By the mores that you abuse thus, by those films we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, by stalking me through Facebook, You have gained a twisted outlook of whom those tropes are for, Paint a rare and radiant dream girl whilst you remain a bore, Quoth the friendzoned, āFucking whore.ā
āBe that slur our sign of parting, creep or douche!ā I shrieked, upstarting, āGet thee back to lonely anguish and your friendās used comic store! Leave no white rose as a token of the lust you claim heartbroken, Leave my scathing words to soak in! Quit the name calling of āwhoreā, When you lust for every girl, but when they say nay they are whores! Quoth the friendzoned, āFucking whore.ā
And the friendzoned, never scoring, still imploring, still imploring, On some fetid old subreddit for a girl who will adore The nicer guys and not the ādouchebagsā, unaware that itās a red flag To be his soulmate o'er him learning they both like the movie Thor To fuck him for being nerdy even though he is a bore, Then she says noāfucking whore.
that internal rhyme scheme is a fucking master class
re-rebageling for the improved version of what i did, because fuck yeah
My ādraw the squadā memes so far
Also you can buy my Ref folder hereĀ
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Updating with some newer ones!
@mexicanesecat @raimeyl references for y'all!
WOW! THE OG POST!
i will let my mind go wild with these knowing iāll finally be able to credit the original artist
EEEE FINALLY THE ORIGINAL ARTIST
Inktober Day 24 - Dizzy
Losing a loved one is so painful that one may sometimes wish to be able to resurrect themāa weakness that the enigmatic Millennium Earl expl
Here it is in English, have fun!
Honestly, Iāve seen some discussions about chapter 234 (no full translations yet, when I see them Iāll share), but D A M N. This story is taking a strange turn, but Itās all starting to make sense. (The anachronistic technology, the strange dreams that Lenalee and Allen both have, how Neah recalls Allen as being older than he currently isā¦)Ā
Anyway, Iām psyched to see a full translation soon. This gives me SO MANY new ideas for fics.Ā (āÆā§āā§)āÆ
The Black Order is the Victorian Men in Black
pixeled some 1-bit spooky bois.Ā
I updated this old post with a few new spooky friends :)
Sometimes I say self loathing things to my therapist and he looks at me dead in the eyes before saying āYou fucking moron.ā and tbh same
Me: I think I donāt exist.
Therapist: Listen, you do exist, and if you didnāt, someone would have to create you because the world would be a much sadder place.
Me: Jerome, how dare you saying something so sweet when Iām dissociating.
Me: Honestly, (thing that is totally fucked up for any āsaneā person) is normal, right?
Therapist: No.
Me: Wow.
Therapist: Youāre just a fucked up bitch.
Me: I do agree with the fucked up bitch part.
Therapist: Thatās a start!
Me: I guess heās still my friend?
Therapist: Considering what you told me and how much you wanna beat him to death, heās not. You pretty much hate him despite knowing him for years.
Me:
Me: Why did I need to come here to realize that.
Therapist: Because thatās my job to help you to understand some stuff. Also because youāre way too kind and you would let someone punch you in the guts and still consider them as your friend while they stab you.
Me: I donāt need that kind of call out, Jerome.
Me: Hey, I brought you coffee. And croissants too, but I ate them. *puts Starbucks coffee in front of him*
Therapist: Oh thatās nice!!... Oh my name is on it!!
Me: Yeah!!
Therapist: Itās wholesome but... *very confused and silently*... How do I drink it?
Me, not being able to come to my appointment and having to call him: Iām sorry, itās all my fault, Iām so so so sorr-
Therapist: I dare you to say sorry one more time. I dare you.
Therapist: Hey I wanna show you this super funny image I found the other day.
Me: What-
Therapist: *turns his screen and show me THIS*Ā
Me:Ā
Me: Jerome.
Therapist: You went to the gaypride?
Me: Yeah, I went.
Therapist: Was it something you enjoyed?
Me: Mh. Yeah. Sorta.
Therapist: Did you see some bears?
Me:
Me: Jerome wh-
Therapist: Thatās the only term I know outside of the LGTB one, I wanted to use it.Ā
Therapist: Are you sure youāre not becoming roommate with (name) because of pity? Kinda sacrificing yourself?
Me: No, I want it!!
Therapist: Finally, youāre not forcing yourself for the others! And youāre doing something you want! Iām proud of you!
Me: Youāre more of a dad than my own father.
Therapist: Thatās not very hard.
Me: I always wondered, are you queer?
Therapist: I am not.
Me: Ooh.
Therapist: Or am I?
Me: Ooh!
As an update, Jerome gave my appointment to someoneās else today so we were both in the waiting room, confused and he walked in, patted my head and said sorry but honestly it was hilarious.
The secretary came to tell me that Jerome actually forgot to write me down on the appointment list.
This is a 100% normal situation with Jerome as my Therapist.
As an addition, more than half of my friends want Jerome to adopt me and refer to him as āTherapist dadā.
Heās aware of it and think itās hilarious.
Me, after complaining for the 25 times about my birth father: Idk if you noticed, but Iām full of anger against him.
Therapist: Oh, really, I never noticed.Ā You know, you should turn that anger intoĀ indifference. It would help you.
Me: Unholy gods, I wish it was me.
Therapist: You know, people will still love you even if you donāt offer them things all the time. You donāt have to do that.
Me: What??
Therapist: Why donāt you send a mail to your psychiatrist when you have a bad mood swing?
Me: Like what? āHey JoĆ«l wassup, Iāve been very suicidal lately last night I wanted to die. Hope you have rad vacations and the weed is good save some good kush for me, kissy kissy.ā ?
Therapist: Exactly.
Me: Youāre as bad as me with human interactions Jerome, yāknow.
Me, heavily dissociating: I donāt exist-
Therapist: Can I touch you to prove you that you do?
Me: Dinner first.
Therapist:
Therapist: Damien, you moron.
Therapist: You need vacations.
Me: Iām broke.
Therapist: Oh yeah.
Therapist: You still need vacations tho.
Me: Jerome, I am still broke.
Me, by text: Hey, you just walk by me!
Therapist, by text: Oh sorry. I didnāt see you.
Therapist, by text: Wait. Were you at the tattoo shop?
Me, by text, totally at the tattoo shop: You have no proof.
For a bit of context here: Around two months ago I went to a friendās who happened the live on the same street as Jerome, which I didnāt know. He was really surprised to see me and came to check on me, asking me why I was here with a bit of concern on his voice. And this take place earlier this month:
Therapist: So your friend lives in the same street than I?
Me: Yes. Townās short I guess.
Therapist: Were you really going to your friend...?
Me: Yes?? Why else would I be here?
Therapist: A lot of drug deals happen in this street and I see often teenagers and young adults coming and buy stuffs. I was a bit worried for you.
Me, at 2pm: Iām sorry Iām going to be late!
Therapist: Your appointment was this morning at 11:30am, Damien.
Me:
Me: What.
Jerome is still not aware of his fame and idk how to announce him.
Therapist; Whatās up with you and wanting domestic rats.
Me: Iām gonna get a rat and call him Jerome just to piss you off.
Therapist:
Therapist: How dare you.
Therapist: Weed doesnāt do much on me and I must admit Iām kinda disappointed.
Me:
Therapist: Do you smoke?
Me: Jerome.
Youāre going to receive GOOD NEWS this week.
I CLAIM THAT SHIT
@thatpettyblackgirl
I donāt think Iāve reblogged this yet this week, but I did see it earlier today, and I got a new job!Ā
And I went in assuming that it would just be a volunteer job, but Iām getting paid $15 an hour!Ā
HOLY FUCK! I GOT A RAISE!!!
I came into work and bumped into my boss and she said that she was looking for me because she wanted to let me know about my raise. This shit worked in an hour omg
i fuckin need some good news right about now so pile it on
I reblogged this on my lunch break and two hours later got a message from SALM that his abusive boss is leaving
GOOD NEWS
GET YOUR GOOD NEWS HERE
I really need good news
can i have some p l e a s e
Komui: Oh hey, you guys are back early!
Allen: Arkās haunted.
Komui: What?
Allen: *loading a pistol and heading back through the Ark gate* Arkās haunted.
Sheryl: Iāve invited you to my private island because I want to play the deadliest game...
Lavi, nodding wisely: Knife monopoly.
Sheryl:
Sheryl: I was actually going to hunt you for sport but now Iām interested in whatever knife monopoly is.