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how coME SOME MOUNTAINS LOOK LIKE PRESIDENTS
n e k r o . t r a n c e . s h a m a n
[looks at picture of you] have you heard about the high elves
i am the high elves
when i was your age we didn't have stomachs
did you get into my coffin-shaped zardoz container?
“i got inside ur mom”
“i dont have a mom you cumsoaked tissue”
when i was your age we didn't have stomachs
did you get into my coffin-shaped zardoz container?
what the fuck is up
@rustedreverie
whomst the fuck is kyle
please reblog if original characters are welcome to your blog.
and no, I don’t mean ONLY if they have a fancy theme with extreme coding. I don’t mean ONLY if they have absolutely zero uniqueness to them or their background. I don’t mean ONLY if they’re popular / have a lot of followers. I don’t mean ONLY if they’re male oc’s. I mean EVERYONE; all original characters that you’re interested in writing with. by reblogging this, you’re letting them know that they don’t have to participate in ELITISM to be good / worthy characters.
Dream Daddy: A Dad Dating Simulator Sentence Starters
“Betrayed by my own butt yet again.”
“Can you explain memes to me?”
“Contrary to popular belief, penguins are… birds.”
“Did you think I was gonna stab you just now?”
“Don’t cry. Don’t cry. I swear to god if you cry again.”
“Don’t write checks your dick can’t cash.”
“Here’s to bad decisions and relaxed moral values.”
“How’s the…… jeeeeeeeeeesus?”
“I am a happy little cheese monster.”
“I am spinning a web of lies that I fear will one day consume me.”
“I don’t want your stupid fruit leather.”
“I have to get a solid two to three hours of brooding in per day. Filling quotas.”
“It’s called ‘string cheese’ and not ‘chompy cheese’ for a reason.”
“I’ll probably end up standing uncomfortably in the corner with a plate of food and hope that nobody talks to me.”
“I’m so many levels of irony deep I’ve forgotten what humour is.”
“I’m suddenly struck with the overwhelming need to crawl back into bed.”
“Mothman is bullshit.”
“My ultimate sexual fantasy is sleeping in on a Saturday.”
“OH SHIT THAT’S A KNIFE.”
“See you in class… bitch.”
“Sharks are tight.”
“So, you ever kill a man?”
“Stop being so desperate to please your hot friend.”
“That… that is a good butt.”
“The key to being cool is acting like you don’t care about anything but actually care very deeply about everything to the point where it’s debilitating.”
“This ice cream cake is my new boyfriend.”
“This is where I come to masturbate.”
“Wait, I’m a wreck.”
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE.”
“You can never be too careful. See that baby in that stroller over there? Government operative.”
“Your face… is… good.”
“Your unending thirst will be your ultimate downfall.”
what the fuck is up
Out of curiosity, if someone were to take something of yours and lose it, how angry would you be? Hypothetical, of course. Just wondering.
Your ass is grass and I will harvest it with a rusty scythe. Prepare for the storm, buddy. The storm that decimates the pathetic thing you call your body. I’m the storm, and I’m coming.
What…. …. What did you lose? Riley Jehovah’s Witnesses Everlong, if it was one of my jackets I will pee on your socks and freeze them.
“Hypothetically, it would probably be an old jacket that they uh… borrowed, and forgot to return.” He scratches the tip of his nose, acting casual.
Ah yes, this is the rare occasion where seriousness graces Taliesin’s face. It’s a sort of disappointed and frustrated seriousness. “Denim or leather?”
Riley eyes him and raises an eyebrow slightly. “…Leather.”
“I’m going to physically kick your ass,” he states monotonously. The storm is brewing, but the threat is hollow. Taliesin knows well that kicking Riley’s ass would probably obliterate most bones in his body. Nobody can afford hospital bills in this friendship. He stares deep into Riley’s eyes, no homo of course, as a method of intimidation.
Riley clicks his tongue. “Shame,” he replies, continuing to side-eye Tali. The brunet has no fear of his six foot tall manchild of a friend. “At any rate, it’s probably somewhere in my room. Just thought you should know that I don’t know.
…Don’t give me that look, I taught it to you.”
Well, hey, the irritation and tension in Taliesin’s big gay body leaves with a sigh. That’s good. At least his precious leather jacket isn’t truly exiled from the mortal realm. “You better find it. I’m gonna put weed in your toothpaste if you don’t,” his silly threats, though ineffective, continue. The staring stops because he needs to blink a few times. Dry eyes suck, bro.
Nobody challenges Riley to a staring contest and wins. He smirks, satisfied with his victory. “Hey, the shit’s too expensive to be wasting like that.”
“It’s a luxury few can afford. I’m just being generous.” Taliesin Baines? Generous? That’s fake news. He only ever shares if asked to. Still, there’s no shame from lying visible on his face.
Out of curiosity, if someone were to take something of yours and lose it, how angry would you be? Hypothetical, of course. Just wondering.
Your ass is grass and I will harvest it with a rusty scythe. Prepare for the storm, buddy. The storm that decimates the pathetic thing you call your body. I’m the storm, and I’m coming.
What…. …. What did you lose? Riley Jehovah’s Witnesses Everlong, if it was one of my jackets I will pee on your socks and freeze them.
“Hypothetically, it would probably be an old jacket that they uh… borrowed, and forgot to return.” He scratches the tip of his nose, acting casual.
Ah yes, this is the rare occasion where seriousness graces Taliesin’s face. It’s a sort of disappointed and frustrated seriousness. “Denim or leather?”
Riley eyes him and raises an eyebrow slightly. “…Leather.”
“I’m going to physically kick your ass,” he states monotonously. The storm is brewing, but the threat is hollow. Taliesin knows well that kicking Riley’s ass would probably obliterate most bones in his body. Nobody can afford hospital bills in this friendship. He stares deep into Riley’s eyes, no homo of course, as a method of intimidation.
Riley clicks his tongue. “Shame,” he replies, continuing to side-eye Tali. The brunet has no fear of his six foot tall manchild of a friend. “At any rate, it’s probably somewhere in my room. Just thought you should know that I don’t know.
…Don’t give me that look, I taught it to you.”
Well, hey, the irritation and tension in Taliesin’s big gay body leaves with a sigh. That’s good. At least his precious leather jacket isn’t truly exiled from the mortal realm. “You better find it. I’m gonna put weed in your toothpaste if you don’t,” his silly threats, though ineffective, continue. The staring stops because he needs to blink a few times. Dry eyes suck, bro.
Out of curiosity, if someone were to take something of yours and lose it, how angry would you be? Hypothetical, of course. Just wondering.
Your ass is grass and I will harvest it with a rusty scythe. Prepare for the storm, buddy. The storm that decimates the pathetic thing you call your body. I’m the storm, and I’m coming.
What…. …. What did you lose? Riley Jehovah’s Witnesses Everlong, if it was one of my jackets I will pee on your socks and freeze them.
“Hypothetically, it would probably be an old jacket that they uh… borrowed, and forgot to return.” He scratches the tip of his nose, acting casual.
Ah yes, this is the rare occasion where seriousness graces Taliesin’s face. It’s a sort of disappointed and frustrated seriousness. “Denim or leather?”
Riley eyes him and raises an eyebrow slightly. “…Leather.”
“I’m going to physically kick your ass,” he states monotonously. The storm is brewing, but the threat is hollow. Taliesin knows well that kicking Riley’s ass would probably obliterate most bones in his body. Nobody can afford hospital bills in this friendship. He stares deep into Riley’s eyes, no homo of course, as a method of intimidation.
Out of curiosity, if someone were to take something of yours and lose it, how angry would you be? Hypothetical, of course. Just wondering.
Your ass is grass and I will harvest it with a rusty scythe. Prepare for the storm, buddy. The storm that decimates the pathetic thing you call your body. I’m the storm, and I’m coming.
What…. …. What did you lose? Riley Jehovah’s Witnesses Everlong, if it was one of my jackets I will pee on your socks and freeze them.
“Hypothetically, it would probably be an old jacket that they uh… borrowed, and forgot to return.” He scratches the tip of his nose, acting casual.
Ah yes, this is the rare occasion where seriousness graces Taliesin’s face. It’s a sort of disappointed and frustrated seriousness. “Denim or leather?”
Out of curiosity, if someone were to take something of yours and lose it, how angry would you be? Hypothetical, of course. Just wondering.
Your ass is grass and I will harvest it with a rusty scythe. Prepare for the storm, buddy. The storm that decimates the pathetic thing you call your body. I’m the storm, and I’m coming.
What…. …. What did you lose? Riley Jehovah’s Witnesses Everlong, if it was one of my jackets I will pee on your socks and freeze them.
Out of curiosity, if someone were to take something of yours and lose it, how angry would you be? Hypothetical, of course. Just wondering.
Your ass is grass and I will harvest it with a rusty scythe. Prepare for the storm, buddy. The storm that decimates the pathetic thing you call your body. I’m the storm, and I’m coming.
CAN YOU HEAR THE THUNDERRRRRRRRRRR
CAN YOU HEAR THE THUNDER THAT’S BREAKING?
NOW THERE IS NOTHING BETWEEN UUUUSSSS--