The 13th century Swedish peasant boy who's crashing on my couch keeps eating my leftover General Tso's. I always tell him he can order his own but he's all "oh no, just wonton soup is fine with me, it reminds me of winters at home by the fire" but when I open the fridge the next day, what do I see? Not my leftovers! I don't even think they had wontons in medieval Sweden.
sorry but this is the funniest fucking thing to me
“The fascinating world of insects” by Free High-Quality Documentaries on youtube
thinking about aus for ocs is so funny. like i already put this guy in a situation but what if i put them in another totally different one
Bastille was right. How am I gonna be an optimist about this. Also right about eh eho eho.
I wish Mythbusters was still around so we could see them fuck up a Cybertruck
Suddenly remembered that some people on here are like. 14 or 15. My condolences.
tw for panic attack, eyestrain (last page), swears
@tsunochizu's backwards through the snow!! this fic is my lifeblood
this scene's from chapter 15, in which iirc sig is like "ok pebbs is acting weird as hell time to get to the bottom of this" and pebbs wants some modified neuron flies for extra storage (which sig can send him the blueprints for), which ends up in them having a very... exciting video call
also I belatedly realized that the author made designs for sig and pebbs in btts but haha I am not redrawing pages~
this took me over a month I'm not even kidding
*dies*
everyone talks about the insane sweetness of candy corn and candy corn pumpkins but people rarely touch on the monument to confectionary hubris that is the cadbury creme egg
Types of brain fog:
Brain is primordial sludge & you are drowning in it
U are a ghost and nothing is real
Mental equivalent of attempting to stream some high-res video game when all you have is dial-up
The thing you want to articulate is *right there* but you're just scrabbling at it like a cat continually failing to catch the bird on the other side of the window
The Void