SCOOBY DOO IN BOXING SHORTS

not sure why i made naruto’s skin orange but here we are

any room can be a panic room if you just give me a fucking second

so as it turns out when you dont wash your dishes for long enough beasts and ghouls start spawning inside of your house in a similar way to minecraft and i just think thats a very unfair mechanic

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the thing about being in a fandom for a long time is you inevitably develop very intense opinions about things you know objectively are absolutely meaningless but nonetheless make you want to gnaw through drywall like a feral cat and there's just nothing you can do about that

Bowlcut buddies

i love tumblr because sometimes i get an urge to rb posts about something nobody likes and everyone just politely ignores me. everyone's like oh he's fallen into madness again, he'll be fine later i guess

the next met theme should be anime convention

If ketamine ape is in your heart you are so fucked. She will rip that thing asunder so fast.

ketamine ape and jesus are duking it out in there

What if I just-

It’s a platypus?

the tumblr holiday checklist aka the only thing that gets me through the year:

haters see me and say christ what is that

what is life? a never ending micromanagement hell?

there is a dish inmy sink :(

weird how no one ever comments on the absence of smells unprompted. the nose just isn't a topic of conversation unless it's urgent huh

"it's dark in here" normal regular observation

"finally some quiet" relatable exclamation

"doesn't smell like anything in here" absolutely deranged sentence

"i'm not touching anything right now" small talk on the international space station

The Hunchback of Notre Dame, The Phantom of the Opera and Beauty and the Beast all speak to one of humankind most consistent questions;

can French men be loved?