d.raiocht

despite everything, it’s still you.

[loudanqueer]

Have you been playing a lot of Stardew Valley and Harvest Moon lately? There's a new farming sim in the works, created by an Indonesian company with more diverse gameplay!

Create your farm, romance the villagers, dive to save coral reefs, catch bugs and fish to put in the museum, attend mini games and festivals, and MEET MERMAIDS.

Let's talk about Coral Island!

This Kickstarter has come a long way since it's launch, and as of Feb. 15 it's still got 15 days to reach it's higher goals.

Or, DO YOU WANT TO DATE A MERMAID?

There are three mythical figures in this game, one of them being mermaids. We've finally unlocked the village, but if we unlock the kingdom there are two romance mermaid options.

But if mermaids don't do it for you, the human options are just as sexy! (And yes, OF COURSE YOU CAN PICK ANY GENDER 🏳️‍🌈)

(and the normal townies aren't bad looking either 👀)

Coral island can be a solo or multiplayer experience, and is planned to launch on switch and other consoles not long after early access in Q4!

By backing you get the game key for only $20, which is low for the amount of gameplay Coral Island has to offer!

Yes, that's right! For the low amount of $20, you too can eventually date a mermaid! Consider pledging today!

[lastoneout]

If this sweetens the deal for anyone they also met the stretch goal to include a feature where your children grow up and become proper NPCs, which kids staying toddlers forever is my main complaint about basically every farming sim I've played, so I'm 100% going to buy this. If that's something you want too please consider spending the word and pledging support!

[gnarlykickflip]

they just hit the $750k stretch goal! i have a feeling they are going to hit the $1m goal before the campaign is done on march 3rd, which means there could be a whole mermaid kingdom to explore! im really excited about this game, guys.

[runestamps]

this is how i decided to celebrate 100 uploads

[rinstantnoodles-deactivated2020]

memento mori.

[fischyplier]

Anyone that sees this gif will automatically have a great 2020! 

[writing-prompt-s]

You’re in charge of assigning every child on Earth the monster under their bed. One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to him/her to quit. You decide to assign yourself.

[kittenwiskers]

Case: #273402 Status: Disastrous.

I stare at the file and realize I have no options, over the last 2 years every monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has quit, every last one. Her first monster; a giant goldfish-faced humanoid named Bubba, had been with her for four years, and then she wasn’t scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of different common, uncommon, and rare monsters… I even assigned a sentient sock monster to her. He came back crying! I look on my tablet, only one assignable monster left; myself. Field work has never been my cup of tea, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So at 8:03 pm, after Mrs. Gideon tucks in Charlotte and her little brother Daniel; I slither into the space beneath Charlotte’s bed. Across the room underneath Daniel’s crib is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind of monster. I turn my attention to the bed above me, Charlotte is still awake but barely, I reach up over the bed and run an ice cold finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it again. “I’m not afraid of you monster!” She whispers, but her voice is shaking. I can see a small clock on the wall 8:14, a door somewhere in the house slams and there is an audible hitch of breath from above me. A few minutes go by I can hear Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There are heavy footsteps on the stairs, and loud panting breaths, Charlotte scrambles off the bed and… She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With. Me. “Move. Over!” Charlotte hisses at me. I do. The door to the bedroom slams open and I smell the stench of human intoxicants before the man even steps inside. I know why Charlotte isn’t afraid of any of my monsters; she’s afraid of her own. Francis reaches a hand under the bed and I thrust my wrist into it, he starts to pull, I slither out. “What the…” I cut Francis’s next words off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my cold fingers down his face. “If you ever touch, scare, or harm my child again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for all eternity.” I promise to him. As Francis runs from the room he soils himself. I pull Charlotte from under the bed, tuck her back under her covers and kiss her forehead goodnight. “I’ll be back tomorrow night, sleep well darling.” Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the monster under her bed.

[liefplus]

if u weren’t aware of salvation army’s homophobia, its prety hardcore

[michaelstipeofrembemyboyfriend-]

a guy in a salvos truck yelled at me and my gf while we were kissing today so I was thinking of this

[appropriately-inappropriate]

Do you know, when I was in high-school I went to the mall near my house with my girlfriend to do some Christmas shopping.

We were there, sixteen year old me and seventeen year old her, holding hands and window-shopping, minding our own business.

This Salvation Army shitheel gets aggro about it in the middle of the mall and I’m there totally flabbergasted cause like, it’s christmas

Only, 16!Tabi had even less composure than 26!Tabi, so I lost my fucking mind on her.

Thing is: when I’m really angry, I don’t rage, I go all cold and apparently that freaks people out, because I could see my gf backing up and the lady getting tense and then I realized that anger doesn’t solve problems.

So instead, I started wailing.

Picture this: 5’4, tiny, blonde haired high school girl with her little violin on her back and pearls in her ears just as PTA-approved as could be, full on sobbing in the hallway.

Just, sobbing like my dog’s been shot.

Now my gf’s like, “oh fuck” and the lady’s like “oh fuuuuck!” and I’m here, head thrown back, tears down my cheeks and in that shrill, distressed, /loud/ voice, “WHY WOULD YOU B-b-be so MEAN?! It’s CHRISTMAS!”

And the lady’s like “please stop Oh fuck” because now we have a crowd, and this Molly Weasley of a woman putters over, “what’s the matter, dear?”

And mall security’s coming and this bell ringer is looking very uncomfortable so I just look at this matronly ellen-watching suburban housewife lady, eyes wide and wet and my lip wobbling.

“I was, she s-said, s-s-she said I was going to HELL!”

And I burst right back into tears.

Maaaaaaaan, they didn’t even stick around to ask why she’d said it. Soon as I said it, Mall po-po bounced her like a fucking pogo stick.

We get outside and my girlfriend’s like “that is the most Slytherin thing I have ever seen anyone do.”

It was four years before I saw the Army back in that mall.

[bhuttu]

that is beautiful

[100slytherin]

Holiday reminder: don’t let anyone get away with trying to make you feel bad about yourself.

[shinosarna]

They are also violently transphobic, and Salvation Army ran homeless shelter refused to let in Jennifer Gale because she was trans, leading to her freezing to death on the sidewalk right outside it!

So yeah, they’re not just ‘homophobic’, they’re bigoted fucking murderers.

(Wikipedia article on her death conveniently (for SA) omits Salvation Army connection, linking only to expired articles from local newspapers)

SA claims that they didn’t turn her away, and accept all homeless people, except, it’s not like Jennifer Gale was only trans woman refused shelter by Salvation Army, making this denial appear to be worth less than bullshit:

https://thinkprogress.org/salvation-army-refuses-housing-shelter-to-transgender-woman-2660c79b4cd4#.bo53qrxf9

http://www.msnbc.com/way-too-early/transgender-woman-claims-she-was-refused-housing

[moldy-mac-n-cheese]

and to think i was gonna help my aunt with this…

[raivaryn]

Annual reminder not to trust what our SA donations actually support.

There are plenty of other charities who help out the needy this time of year. Support a local food bank or community housing center.

[pastelroswell]

THIS IS SO IMPORTANT I’ve told ppl this but now I have sources

[obaewankenope]

Salvation Army are scum. Judgemental assholes.

[gay-jesus-probably]

And let’s all remember that one twitter thread from a homeless woman in a Salvation Army shelter SPECIFICALLY warning people that the SA is a piece of shit and nobody should donate to them

[gayfeatherfiend]

🎊Tis the season for reminders: Salvation Army is a horrifically conservative as well as plainly ineffective charity that runs more like a business. And actively spreading reasons not to support them helps them wither and make room for more productive and hollistic charities.

Another great seasonal reminder: Slytherins are awesome 🐍🐍🐍

[strategicgoat]

So my take is that salvation “volunteers” actually are not innocent ignorant people but willing participants and enforcers of queerphobia.

[gayfeatherfiend]

^unfortunately it seems that way

[linkedsoul]

Stories of Qelt Masterpost

(Will be updated from time to time!)

Tags:

#stories-of-qelt

#fanart-of-qelt

Book progress:

On Patreon

Stories:

The five times you refuse to give the fæ your name and the one time you do (pilot one-shot)

Before the flame (Áed and Elaine)

Excerpts:

Excerpt of Chapter 1

Excerpt of Chapter 4

Excerpt of Chapter 5

Excerpt of Chapter 7

Some paragraphs

AUs:

College of Modern Qelt 1

College of Modern Qelt 2

Hands (college of Modern Qelt AU)

Starbucks AU

Stories of Qelt x Elsewhere University Crossover

Qeltober:

The Birth of the Binge-Eater // Mirrors

The strange Fæ of Vines and Wisterias // Wishing Wells

The girl in the tower // Black Butterflies

And arrogance shall end within fire // Echos

Drabbles:

Binding the fire (Áed’s past)

Traveling flame (About Lasair)

Saving Áed (Potential excerpt)

Making Lasair smile (Potential excerpt)

Under the rain (Áed pining hard)

Áed (definition by Lasair)

Where to? (About Lasair)

Worldbuilding:

About the magic

Geography

If a Witch loses their Fæ // If a Fæ loses their Witch

Queer people in Qelt

“Those who are seen walking away with a Fæ never come back; but those who are not might”

About the færie rings

Disabilities in Qelt // Sign language (and how it works with Fæs)

A bit about the fashion

About the Bond

Myth and religion in Qelt

About names // A guide to telling a name to a Fæ

A bit about Fæ music

Fæ birth

Áed:

First design

Drawn by me

With colors

Name pronunciation

Description

Lasair:

Design

About Lasair

With colors (and Áed)

Firefly (Áed/Lasair):

Don’t think twice 

Fictional Kiss Prompt: 1 // 2 // 3

Couple mugs

Pride drawing

Others:

Ceol and Seanchaí // Designs // Pride drawing

Sellin and Anemar // Pride drawing

Moodboards:

Stories of Qelt

Áed

Lasair

Pinterest board:

Áed // Lasair // Fashion // Vail // Midatiara // Enheji // Eomlain // Fæqelt // Fæs // Færie rings // Elaine // Anemar // Sellin // Seanchaí // Ceol

[ronansparrishs-deactivated20200]

you: snape had the most tragic death

me, an intellectual: fred weasley had his whole life ahead of him. hedwig was the lost of harry's innocence and childhood, and dobby was a free slave that was murdered by those who thought they were above him. sirius black spent 12 years in prison for a crime he didnt commit, and yet still blamed himself for the deaths of his best friends, and then died after living his time in freedom in a house he hated, barely seeing the one person he loved more than anything in the world. remus and tonks had finally found happiness, and were going to have a child and won't live to see that child grow up. the creevey brothers were underage and shouldnt have been fighting in such a terrible war to begin with but they did anyway. cedric diggory was not meant to be in a war, but he was the bravest of them all, he was kind and good, and he was thrown aside like he was nothing, but spent his last moment standing beside harry potter, ready to face an unknown enemy.

[fanonical]

there’s a portrait of cedric diggory in the hufflepuff common room.

nobody knows who painted it. the other houses speculate, but the hufflepuffs know not to ask, because that’s not really what’s important.

it’s one of the moving ones, of course. sometimes cedric isn’t in it - it’s said that the portrait has a twin, over amos diggory’s fireplace, and cedric always loved his father. but he’s there enough, smiling down at the hufflepuffs who congregate in the common room, watching them as they go about their lives.

the portrait is by the door, next to one of the overstuffed yellow chairs. students sit there to talk to cedric, with some modicum of privacy. at first, it was his friends, the people who knew him and miss him and love him. but as time went on it became those who knew him by reputation. kids seeking advice, help with homework. someone to talk to, on a long and cold night. gradually, he became a legend, spoke in hushed whispers to the first-years as they came in. if you’re ever in trouble, talk to cedric. he’ll always help you.

after the battle of hogwarts, when the furniture was mended and the new students hesitantly made their way in, there was another portrait next to it, of hufflepuff’s favoured daughter. tonks, known by one name only, blew painted bubbles from her world of acrylic and canvas. while students came to cedric for help and advice, they came to tonks to ask questions. she would tell the most wicked stories, and some of them were even true. when someone needed cheering up, when they were wanting to brainstorm their next epic prank, they went to tonks.

she wasn’t always there, either. another portrait above a cot, where a baby with shocking blue hair could look at it and laugh. but when she was, she was always happy to have people come to her. when they did, it felt like she wasn’t just paint and canvas. she felt alive.

hufflepuffs look after their own, you see. dead or alive.

[thebestpersonherelovesbucky]

@witchaj

[annavoigmarchen]

When Teddy was selected for Hufflepuff, he couldn’t been more proud. It was the house his mother went to, and her father before that. He knew grandma would be proud, as would uncle Harry. And, well, he always thought Hufflepuff was the best house (not that he would dare tell that to any of the Weasleys). He wore his new black and yellow robes with pride during the first dinner at hogwarts, and walked alongside his new house mates with a big, if not sleepy, smile. He had the kind of contentment that left warm and fuzzy feelings inside you, making you ready to bed. But that when away when a loud voice startled all first years as soon as he put his foot inside the common room. “Look, I told you, Cedric! There’s my boy, I knew he would be a Puff!” Oh. Oh no. Teddy knew that voice. It was the same voice that the portrait in his bedroom back home had. He knew she disappeared sometimes, but he had no idea where the other portrait was. Well, until now at least. He looked around, seeing his veterans looking at the new group with wonder, and sighed, deciding to do something before his mother did. “Hey mom.” He said, taking a few steps towards her and grinning, his hair turning the same shade of blue his mother had in the portrait. There were whispers for some time after that, of course there were. Being the son of two war heroes, and one of them is a portrait in your own house, whispers were bound to happen. But from that day foward everyone in Hufflepuff knew that, if Teddy Lupin had his hair in a normal color like black or straw colored, he had dibs on the chair.

[sandersstudies]

I love genuinely innocent “boys will be boys.” Just saw a guy come out of a frat house to poke a pair of jeans they’d left outside - they were frozen solid, and as soon as he confirmed that, like twenty more boys came rushing out of the house going “YOOOOOOOOOO”

[rebelminds]

I heard grunting outside my window the other night and there were four boys struggling to push this giant snowball (like 7 foot diameter) down the sidewalk.

[snarling-through-our-smiles]

I once lost my keys at a frat house.

My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully-disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch.  Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out.  I do not remember this part.

The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house.  I stood there, right in front of the front door.  This was a novel experience for me.  I’d never been at a frat house in broad daylight before.

A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing. 

“I lost my keys in here last night,” I called back.  “I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?”

He opened the door and gestured for me to come in.

“Go wherever you want.”

I’d never seen a frat house post-party before.  Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light.  A few of them threw puzzled glances my way.  I’m sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination.

I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller-esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed.

“Do you like dog movies?” he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket.

I told him I did.

He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing.  I told him I was looking for my keys.

“Sorry, I haven’t seen any keys around here.”

I didn’t doubt him.

Twenty minutes had passed.  I’d searched just about every bedroom and nuclear-waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house.  I’d given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates’ forgiveness and get a new set copied.

As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly-burly frat boy approached me.

“You need help with something?”

“I lost my keys here last night and I can’t find them, I’ve looked everywhere.”

“What do they look like?  I’ll put it into the group chat.”  He was already pulling out his phone.

No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell.  It was worth a shot.  “Um, it’s just a ring of keys.  The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big.  Like bright pink, you can’t miss it.”

He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat.

“Alright, I sent the message out.  Good luck.”

And with that, he turned and left.

A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering.  It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder.  One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me.

“Someone tell the girl!” One of them shouted, faceless in the mob.  “Girl!  Hey, GIRL!!!  We found your keys, girl!!!”

They circled around me.  I hadn’t felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old.  One of them split himself off from the crowd.

“Are these -” he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, “your keys?”

And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring.

“Yes,” I whispered.  “Oh my god, yes.”

“EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”

The cheer went up.

Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs.  I thanked them again profusely.  There was a scattered round of “no problems” and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night.

[0-memento-mori-0]

I think the best “Boys will be boys” situations are when they all collectively share one brain cell over the most simple of tasks

[zarla-s]

Okay I get a lot of questions about what order the handplates comics go in because for a while I was a doofus and just did whatever scene I had in mind regardless of where in the timeline it fell because SURE THAT’S NOT CONFUSING OR ANYTHING, so here’s all the comics in chronological order (kind of). I’ll update this as it chugs along.

-Handplates- Summary: An AU in which Sans and Papyrus were experiments of Gaster’s and a lot of suffering ensues. Updates: Whenever

Each comic usually has an LJ post listed as the source where I talk about random notes and details about each one, if you’re curious. The posts are also mirrored on Dreamwidth if LJ is down. You can also read it at Pillowfort! Single image versions of the comics are on deviantart, where I link to stuff like dubs or translations (!) in the description for each one. If you do a dub or translation btw let me know! I think they are super cool, haha.

Each one is usually about a single self-contained moment, so while there is an order to them, they might not directly lead into or from each other. Sort of like chapters in a book I guess? Since this isn’t confusing enough already.

—–//Plot Related//

Faint memories - This technically falls later in the timeline since they’re reminiscing about what happened, but I still think it’s probably the best place to start the AU.

//Prehistory//

Hole punching Don’t ask questions A momentary lapse

//Early Days//

Waking up Little Papyrus Little Sans Learning to talk The brothers’ first meeting A brief and mostly unpleasant childhood (at the same time: You need to stop) Bad choices You’re not handling this well

An attempt was made

//Eyes//

Permanent damage Let’s try again Told you you’d be fine Do I know you?

//Hide and Seek//

Are you cheating or something?? Well since you asked Scared all the time

//The Color Cube//

That was 90% gravity How did you get that? Healing If I didn’t know you better You tried your best Why am I like this? Of course I’ve seen kindness

//Seeing//

Beans are spilled :/ Two sights Worthless Looking forward A far-off promise

//A Level of Violence//

The brightest thing down here It doesn’t matter why I’ll cut you man ;_; Just thinking out loud I don’t want to kill anything Bravery

My bad

//Blasters//

A tiny blunt-toothed baby head Your damage output needs work

So those emotional issues you mentioned

//Blue Magic//

It’s not like he’ll know This could be considered overkill (interlude) What they call “foreshadowing” Just another day

Soul talking I plead the fifth

//Unforeseen Consequences//

Massive damage I did it for you A downward spiral You were not the same after that How dead are you inside I can see you In an isolated system

//Small Steps//

A strange, awkward dinner Hey remember when Hypothetically Step it up already The last resort

//Inter-Dimensional Fatigue//

Hey what’s goin on in here Let’s call it a draw Well it’s a start (interlude ii) Not to alarm you or anything

//The Point of No Return//

What a woman does is open doors If I knew you once, now I know you less Sow the wind… …Reap the whirlwind //Freedom// After they escape.

//Early Days//

Waking up Some new threads Ciphers Bit of a crash course Bad reception Names Nyeh heh heh

//Echoes//

Why me Two cool dudes Bullets Dodging And that’s what happened Socializing: how hard can it be? Creative Problem-solving [parenting intensifies] What’s a family? Never say you’ll be right back Maybe you should put in a lock

//Off-Balance//

Like I could walk on air KR What are you made of By the way no big deal or anything but It has to mean something I’m going to regret this What even is all this stuff

//Inevitably//

Out and about Don’t turn back now that we’re here You ever seen somebody ruin they own life It’s for the best I know it And part of me was cursing I had helped it grow so strong

//On Our Way//

Is this a bug? h0i! How normal is having things drilled into your hands Our house now

//Moving Pieces//

Can I ask you something Radical rumors?!? You look like a skeleton who’s never been satisfied So we carry every sadness with us NGGGAAHH!! At the top of the list It’s a new record! Get dunked on In the dark, I can hear your heartbeat No coupons required Sleep paralysis (And its counterpart) Promise fulfilled

//Flowey//

//Have you ever heard of a talking flower?//

Do you suffer from long-term memory loss? Howdy! Can I interest you in some peer pressure Guess what I found out! What’s behind door number one

//We Have To Go Back//

First stage Can you overclock a hand reader Second stage Evidence, what evidence

-Loose Ends These aren’t slotted it into the main timeline quite yet. The smell of smoke

—–//This is a very serious AU I’m taking very seriously//

——- Childhood antics ——-

Don’t throw your arm at me young man Vocabulary lesson Bathtime How to be polite No touching A bit of chub Swearing Laser pointers Blanket IQ test First steps (after Waking Up) Marshmallow Test and alternate panels  It was worth a shot Secret pets Dad sneeze (follow-up) and kitten sneeze Rattle rattle You’re gonna fall asleep!  A spot-on impression An actual bathtime (follow-up) Speaking properly Getting rowdy Kickin it in the tube Papapa You deal with it He’s good, I know it This is MY box You kids hungry Let’s play catch You weren’t using that printer right Fistpump!

——- Follow-ups to an event ——-

I’ll call you back (during An Attempt Was Made) Which one of us is older (after Names) I DO see something! (after Worthless) What’s plan B (after Why am I like this?) No there’s goo everywhere! (after Soul talking) These aren’t the answers I’d like (after How dead inside are you) Quick, a distraction! (after Healing) Such grubby hands (after A strange awkward dinner) What a can of worms (after Let’s call it a draw) Drawings! (after Not to alarm you or anything) It’s way in the back, getting crowded in here, where are the spears, and inevitably (after What a woman does is open doors) Gotta get those likes (after If I knew you once) Pfeh! (after If I knew you once) Put your arms up! (after Reap the whirlwind) Directions unclear (after Crash course) Some lost candies (after And that’s what happened) What have I got myself into (after [parenting intensifies]) Can’t get any worse (after Never say you’ll be right back) Got you! (after Reap the whirlwind) achoo! (after Crash course) Think about the future (after [parenting intensifies]) Give me a minute (after You ever seen somebody ruin they own life) I’m your goopfriend now! (after Let’s call it a draw) We’re just getting started (after Maybe you should put in a lock) A healthy lunch? and A Helpful How-to (after Part of me was cursing I had helped it grow so strong) Fashion show! (After Our house now) Magical glass (After Reap the whirlwind) The rumors are true! (After Get dunked on) No chicken in bed (After Howdy!) Completely blindsided! (After Second stage)

—–//Other Stuff//

Tumblr seems to have a problem with too many links in one entry, so for now I’ve shifted some sections onto other pages.

Momplates, Mercyplates, goofy things

Misc. info, solo drawings, and ask cluster

[nettletale]

GURL FINALLY I FOUND YA YT CHANNEL!!! First video I ever on ya channel was love like you. Oh and I really want to see that art of error and ink up here.

yay! and sure, as you wish.

[draio-cht]

hey i made a thing @therealjacksepticeye

audio credit: grandaudios (insta)

program: after effects cc 2018

[generalghosty]

now that the discussion ban on deltarune is lifted, i’m going to share the part that made me tear up.

if you knock on napstablook’s door at the end, mettaton (you can tell based on his manner of speaking) tells you through the door that no one is home.

if you knock a second time and say that you’re there for him, he says this:

he has low self-esteem because he never met alphys, and she never built him a robot body. he just hides at home and thinks he’s a nobody.

no mettaton, in ANY alternate universe, deserves this.

[jse-egopocalypse]

leggies

reblog if you agree

[no-strings-puppet]

HEY SO WHO KNOWS WHAT TYPE OF NERF CHASE USES

[therealjacksepticeye]

A nerf vortex proton

[idratherbeariotthanindifferent]

It’s hard to keep your friend’s channel running when you’re exhausted and he just won’t wake up, you know? Slip ups might happen.