You see, ever since I was a small child I've always HATED Valentine's Day. Or, not so much hated it as much as I never really understood it.
If you make a holiday all about love, why be expected to do the least lovely, most annoying, most humiliating things? Like go on uncomfortable dates with strangers, or buy ridiculously expensive chocolate for someone who doesn't even like chocolate that much! No one loves that! Why not do something you actually love? Like sit at home and listen to niche Bulgarian techno bedroom shoegaze. Or buy some nice aged stinky cheese.
See, none of it ever made sense to me. Until I realized I was aromantic! I just don't feel romance. And nobody even told me!
You'd think that with something that significant and annoyingly present in life, someone would've at least given me a heads up. Like a doctor telling you that you're lactose intolerant, or allergic to wild parsnips. It's nice to have the info. Like, yeah, I'll probably still eat ice cream from time to time, but at least I know why it rubs me the wrong way.
Which is why, Perry the Platypus—
my role on the leftist commune will be passive-aggressively moving the freshly-washed “clean” dishes that still have food residue on them back into the “unclean” section
Bill: oh no I need to escape all my troubles, I know, ETERNAL PARTY!
*billion of years ago*
Bill dad: oh no poll numbers are low and the people are close to revolting, I know, NEW HOLIDAY!
I think there's some real (comedic) potential to this "Mayor Euclid declares his own baby Best Baby Of All Time" theory.
last week i woke up from one of the most fucked up nightmares ive ever had with that middle panel burned into my brain. like the exact wording and the exact apartment and the exact squidward. i feel like if i didnt make it real something bad wouldve happened. anyway todays upload is spunchbob comic oc
fuck it HOMOPHOBIC SWAN JUMPSCARE
turns out if a character regularly introduces themself with "My pronouns are they/them" and directly says "He or she just doesn't fit who I am" then people are way less likely to bullshit about their gender being up to interpretation!
im sure theyll remember to add it next time
Just came across this blog, but would this story be worth of official-time-post-ness?
honey i hate to break it to you but i think you forgot to add the story
Over time, ASRIEL and the human became like siblings.
The King and Queen treated the human child as their own.
The underground was full of hope.
Tulip is @silvers-starrway 's
Sprout is @snowpearart 's
Kris Fictive | You can call me Kris, or Dagger. Check out the About pageFeel free to send me asks, or DMs, etc. I am SO lonely. and horrible at reaching out. please someone else start the conversation
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