why are they so fucking weird /pos
these images take me out because this is exactly how Ranboo would act if they had to do a photo shoot with the prompt “be a robber stealing a computer”
weird dinosaurs and friends tag yourself
I have fem speeding bullet parasites
When you connect to my hotspot and get this, know that I am rapidly approaching
I am approaching to put knees in your soup
FUCK
what a shame it would be if this were to be rebloged by a bunch of people, spreading the message further than the original reddit post could have ever reached.
whenever ⟟ was upset because ⟟ did something really wrong, i’d sleep on the floor to punish myself. eventually my sibling joined in and made it fun, which ⟟ was upset about, and our mom walked in and revealed that she used to do the same thing when she was younger :}
suddenly it became fun to sleep on the floor and my siblings and ⟟ would bring our mattresses out to watch movies. it carried over when we moved here with air mattresses
it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore
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[photo of the character]
i love my this. the charactr
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charac te r. ... ... . .... #FUUUUCK. THE CHARACTER.
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DOES ANYBODY EVER THINK ABOUT .THE CHARACTER
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[1.5k word essay about the character] #but like idk maybe im wrong
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character i love youso badly.
^dash when someone is possessed by The Character core (this post is positive)
HAHAHAHA THIS ISNT EVEN THEM IM FUCKIGN SOUPID
these images take me out because this is exactly how Ranboo would act if they had to do a photo shoot with the prompt “be a robber stealing a computer”
sometimes my favourite ex-dsmp creator I've watched since I was like twelve reblogs art of themself dressed in various costumes and in questionable positions and I think to myself 'wow so much has changed since 2021 this is crazy' and get hit with the crushing truth of my mortality and the passage of time before giggling at the art and smashing the reblog button