Just out here existing ~ we’re all falling into a bottomless pit, let’s fall together ~ broccoli DNI (it knows what it did) ~ header by @SeerLight on instagram
you can call me Madam Empath, Madam, Galotg (short for “get a load of this guy”), or Pids (also short for smth but it’s a secret ;3)
I mostly make fandom-related posts so don’t be mad at me pls
I like to draw and write!! Here are some of my newest drawings that I like but I also doodle a lot
i might post sometimes abt my ocs also
likes: art, writing, Animal Hospital, Veggietales, TETOCU, Press Start To Laugh, Muppets, H*R, Lord of the Flies, Minecraft, Get Fatter Now, shipping, silly music, Sam from Trick r Treat
DNI: proshitters, South Park fans (long story), broccoli, defenders of obviously problematic ppl, bigots, sexists, otherwise hateful ppl
I am a familial Sam from Trick r Treat yumeshipper, he is my lil brother I love him sm >v<
reblog this post for a piece of web decor ( stamp , blinkie , button , gif , png ) that i think fits your blog or your vibe !!!! feel free to specify what type you want , or if you want a silly one or a pretty one
stage 1 of liking media: yeah this thing is pretty good!
stage 2 of liking media: haha remember when blorbo bleepus did that thing that was so funny
stage 3 of liking media: huh this one song is kind of blorbo bleepus… if you think about this other song is also kind of blorbo bleepus
stage 4 of liking media: blorbo bleepus is really interesting… here’s a sensible analysis post
stage 5 of liking media: FUCK. THE CHARACTER. THE CHARACTER IM HAVING A CHARACTER ATTACK
stage 6 of liking media: well let’s see what ao3 has to offer!
stage 7 of liking media: everything goes on my character playlist. this song with no lyrics is about blorbo bleepus exploding a building and looking really cool. if this lyric was an entirely different sentence it would fit perfectly
stage 8 of liking media: who wants to hear about these characters new pronouns and mobility aids
BAZ KIT CASE MENTIONED!!! I will also drop my Cases incorrect quotes (I didnt know Riley was a Case tbh)
Post-games Kit: “I think we all take the word “hate” for granted. We use it for everything that we don’t like. Bad foods, traffic, your friends and family’s little habits, work drama, it’s just been so watered down. But I think I’ve done it. I’ve found something in this world that truly deserves all of my hatred. And it’s Playtime. That monument to man’s unquenchable need to look God in the eyes, spit in his face, and strut away with no goal in mind but to take what he made, and make it all into unholy abominations just because it’s more profitable. Besides the allies I had, there is not one molecule of that place that doesn’t make my skin crawl with absolute loathing. From its careless disregard of even the most basic sense of human decency, to the fact that out of the potential thousands of people who ever worked in that place, none of them had even an inkling of courage to report any of it. That whole place is the very definition of playing god. Everyone who has ever been involved with anything there deserves to rot like the corpses of the orphans.”
Post-games Justin: “Dude, I killed a giant spider train, I almost died, it was epic!!”
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Kit: “Harley is a nickname. Nicknames are for friends. And Dr. Harlem Shake Sawyer is no friend of mine.”
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Ed: “Shout out to girls who don’t mind being called ‘dude’ and ‘man’ casually.”
Brie: “Shout out to boys who don’t mind being called ‘guuurl’.”
Justin: “Shout out to dogs who don’t mind being called anything as long as you say it in a happy and friendly way.”
Kit: “You guys need to stop shouting and use your indoor voices.”
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Kit: “Do you know anyone who can render really well?”
Justin: “I can render my enemies immobile.”
Kit: “Ah.”
Kit: “I meant 3D computer renders, but I’ll keep you in mind for future reference.”
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Justin: “Wow, I just did that one test with the glass and said it was half full without even thinking. Does that make me an optometrist?”
Kit:
Kit: “You mean optimist??”
Justin: “Oh yeah.”
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Justin: “How sleep-deprived are you?”
Kit: *actively mixing two 5 hour energies into his black coffee, looking like he just discovered the all answers of the universe* “Sometimes when I sneeze… I close my eyes…”
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Trills: “W-Wait, you can’t leave!! I need you!!”
Arthur: “… You do…?”
Trills: “Yeah.”
Trills: “You’re my ride.”
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*the gang playing DnD*
Kit: “You enter the dungeon, and on the far side of the room, you see a door.”
Justin: “Can I seduce the door?”
Kit: “No you cannot.”
Brie: “Can I seduce the door?”
Kit: “Also no.”
Ed: “Can I punch Riley?” *rolls dice*
Kit: “Uh, Riley, you take four damage.”
Riley: “Well, I transform into a beaver!!”
Kit: “You… do that.”
Justin: “Now can I seduce the door?”
Kit: “Still! No!”
Ed: “I punch Riley again.” *rolls dice*
Kit: “Three more damage.”
Riley: “WHY???”
Brie: “Can I fight the door?”
Kit: “No!!”
Justin: “I also would like to fight the door.”
Kit: “No one can fight the door!!!”
Brie: “I fight YOU.”
Kit: “Brie, take a walk.”
Ed: “Is the door dead or alive?”
Kit: “It’s a door!!”
Ed: “Can I enslave its soul?”
Kit: “How would you—?? No!!!”
Riley: “Can I build a better door?”
Kit: “Do you… want to build a better door?”
Riley: “I go get lumber from the forest! I’m a beaver now, so I can do that!” *rolls dice*
Ed: “Uh, is the door locked?”
Kit: “No it isn’t.”
Ed: “I open the door.”
Kit: “You do so! Inside is one small treasure chest.”
Justin: “I seduce the treasure chest.”
Kit: “NO!!!”
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Justin: “I’m officially off the market! I’m still single, I’m just giving up.”
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Justin: *throws himself on the couch and loosens his tie* “Man, I’m beat.”
Kit:
Kit: “Is that my tie?”
Justin: “Oh, yeah. I stole one of your ties so I can loosen it when I’m beat.”
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Kit: “Do not go into seemingly child-friendly businesses with giant underground bunkers where nobody is in the lobby. You’ll have to team up with a spring-loaded bunny, watch a giant toad sheriff tell a joke to a dying jester, get revived constantly by an occasionally snarky light lady, outrun a giant clown spider with stabby needle fingers, and make a white chocolate, banana, and blueberry cookie for a guy named Omelette Man.”
Little Ed:
Kit: “All of those things happened to me once.”
Little Ed:
Little Ed: “Okay.”
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Kit: “Hey everyone. Today I’m gonna teach you how to make the perfect peanut butter sandwich. First, grab a plate. I’m using a paper plate. I know they’re bad for the environment, but I’d rather swan-dive into a shipping container filled with double-edged razor blades than do another dish. Next, grab your bread! I ran out of the good pieces of bread, so I have to use those weird end pieces. Not ideal, but we’ll make it work. Then, grab your peanut butter. I don’t currently have the top to my peanut butter because I threw it at my brother last week. Once you have your ingredients, grab a utensil and start spreading. I’m using a plastic fork because, like I said, I refuse to do dishes ever again in my damn life, and I ran out of plastic knives. I know some of you are probably mad that I’m using plastic, but I bet you wouldn’t say that to my face in real life. I dare one of you to step up to me in the street. Try me. Try me. STEP UP, YOU COWARDS. I ONE-V-ONE’D A GIANT SPIDER JESTER WITH STABBY NEEDLE FINGERS—”
