every time I see one of these fucking furniture fandom posts I feel like I’m back on the god damned Home Decor tag on Pinterest are you serious right now
This was definitely the best Cas cosplay I saw oh my gosh
Hey cool! *waves* This dude was behind me in line for 13 hours! :)
I want to be this man
As a kid it never bothered me that spongebob and Patrick were parents, I never cared that Jimmy was a bit feminine, I never questioned the fact that Him was a cross dresser, I never questioned Vanity smurfs sexuality, it never bothered me that chucky had a mom and sister of a different race or that Betty and Howard’s gender roles were switched, and I didn’t care that Mulan was a woman in a mans world. It’s sad how some parents are disgusted when they see stuff like this and tell their kids that they’re supposed to be masculine or feminine, or that marriage is only for a man and a women, that a women is meant to be at home while the men are at work, and I find it especially sad when parents teach their kids that interracial marriage is disgusting. Your gender, sexuality, race or religion does not matter. The only thing that does matter is that you love yourself and others around you for who they are the way we loved our childhood characters.
I have, yeah. It taught me so much about myself! Like, I never knew I could actually get pregnant, but whaddyaknow, I guess I need to watch it, don’t I. It also made me realize I’m just a poor, misunderstood, angsty woobie in need of a hug, preferably from a special, unique high school girl who never quite fit in with the crowd because she’s so special and unique. I would also completely turn my life around for her, catch a grenade for her, the whole nine yards.
Fan fiction also made me realize Batso’s got a crush on little ol’ me, but what else is new.
HaVe YoU TrIeD CoStCo?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
I buy them in bulk, so when one set of scars gets too, you know, healed over (I know, ick), I always have some fresh spares.
Okay, gather ‘round, children, Uncle Joker is going to spin another yarn about how on Earth he got these scars.
See, there was once a little boy, a real rascal. He never did what his parents asked him to do. He pulled his pet dog by its ears, and he never ate all his vegetables. So one day his vexed mother stomped her feet, said “Enough of your follies, young man” and slashed his face.
That little boy might or might not have been me. Eat your vegetables and be kind to animals, kids.
Sure, I’m still waiting for my special, unique teenage girl named Sky (because of her ocean blue orbs of eyes, of course) who just gets me and sees me for who I truly am — a misunderstood, tormented soul in need of a hug, which would then lead to me becoming a sane and loving individual, further proving that all I ever wanted was to be accepted by the cold and unforgiving world around me.