Well, kinda active
I need to know who’s alive on here
Omg i love it thank you! <33
Actually, scratch the previous one, i ment Ralph in 'its cold here's and C4 😅
Wow he actually went into the snow and didn’t complain :)!
I did it. I made the Piggy comic in less than an hour. It’s a quaint story about Piggy traveling to the nearest convenience store during the tender hours of the night in search of a snack, only to find a wild Ralph searching for cheap food because he’s broke af (feat. Percival because I’m biased)
accurate (but really tho, r u ok?)
lotf bois but as things ive done or has happened to me.
ralph - i almost cried to shark boy and lava girl
jack - my sister and i started fighting with sticks that are on fire
piggy - my 3rd grade friends got taken from me
simon - eating a tree bark and getting a splinter on my tongue
roger - not having any school friends b/c of my resting bitch face
maurice - chopping off my hair in class 3 times.
sam - listening to sad music to make me more sad than i already am.
eric - walking into the boys bathroom and seeing green piss
robert - crashes someone elses party by eating their pizza
*Lance and Keith are doing something absurdly dangerous*
Lance: I think Houdini did something like this once! Why, if I recall correctly, he was out of the hospital in no time!
Keith, deadpan: Well that's encouraging.
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*watches one episode of Voltron, and is now completely obsessed lmao*
Sometimes I wonder whether my comfort characters would love me irl, but then I realise I don't need to. They would love me,,, because they're my comfort characters and no two people interpret media the same way, when you adopt a fictional character you put a little bit of your soul in them. You imagine them in a way unique to you. They are your comfort characters in a way they can't be anyone else's, the creator may have made them but you made them personal to you. Does that make sense
meme for the soul feat. maurices funky purple socks
HIM
ohhhhhmygodd this guyyy
(rbs very appreciated ^-^)
skipping dinner (to your great dismay) to help your himbo professor uncle decode a cipher he found in a chronical of Icelandic princes