I Turn To Ares.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

no effing way dude!!

who broke this vase???

who broke this vase.??!!!!

seriously guys

everyone whos here at my AWESOME party

this HUGE crowd of people thats definitely here right now

SOMEBODY

broke my grandma's vase

and that was the last thing she gave to me before she DIED

i swear to all things football and or skateboarding that i will find you

dont make me cry these incredibly manly tears.

anyone can speak up here and be a apart of this scene, especially those of us who arent imagined and actually here on the stage like not the people who are imagined to be here through means of suspension of disbelief

[I do not understand theater]

VERY WELL I SHALL COUNTINUE SEARCHING FOR THE CULPRIT IN THE NEXT ROOM...

Stephanie you wanna bake some cookies?

Oh god... Not again...

OH GOD DAMNIT IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN

SANS IS THE CONSTANT VARIABLE, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE SANS

Spread the word.

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Chibi bros supremacy 💖🤲

I live by this.

wanna hear a wild story? my brother’s history professor is closing in on 80 and basically lives at the university. one night my brother visited him for a meeting, and it came up that my brother was gonna be performing as a court jester at the castle the following day. and his professor busts out: “ah, that reminds me of my youth!”

he then proceeded to tell the tale of when he and his friends went backpacking to greece back in their early 20s. then one day they found themselves completely penniless. so they decided that the only reasonable thing to do was to set up acrobatic shows in skimpy outfits on the beach at day, and then drink up the money at night.

after a week or so they gained some traction, and a gang of young greek men walked up to them like “hey y’all are cool as hell, can we join y’all for drinks tonight?” and my brother’s professor was like “of course! y’all have to wear these revealing outfits and do somersaults with us tho” and the greek gang said “sounds dope. y’all are invited to live with us for however long y’all want.”

anyhow, they proceeded to live like this for the better part of 3 months, doing shows, drinking, and sleeping at the greek gang’s apartment. but after a while they decided enough was enough, and said thank you for everything, but we’re going back to sweden now. and the greeks said “sure! love y’all have a safe trip xx”

half a year later my brother’s professor gets contacted by the greek police. they ask him about the months they spent in greece, and then informs him that their greek friends have been convicted of serial homicide and robbery. that the group of young greek men had joined up with several tourist groups for several years “for drinks”, and then killed and robbed them all, terrorising the beach city for several years. with one exception, of course, because “this one group of swedish acrobats in slutty strongman suits were just ‘so damn nice’”.

and that’s the story of how one swedish history university professor survived sharing a flat with a group of serial killers for several months by performing acrobatics in slutty outfits on the beach. moral of the story? be kind of heart, thicc of ass.

"I'm too sober for this," I say before taking a huge chug from a wine glass full of chocolate milk

Here you go, bestie

Hey, could you do me a favor?

Could you just RB this?

The little RB statistics chart is so pleasant and stimmy to look at and I want to see what it looks like when it gets really REALLY huge because it makes me think of some deep sea lifeform

Mine are almost incomprehensible istg