For some reason this reminds me of the holographic pokemon cards.
Child I will eat you yes or no
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOUR POWERS HAVE NO AFFECT ON ME CHILD!
Mark it is almost two in the morning I aM TOO LAZY TO NOTICE THAT DAMN NO YOU SNEAKED INTO THE TAG GO PLAY OFF OR I WILL EAT YOUR BABIES
MUHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA okay I will sometime.
every single person who reblogs this
will get “doot doot” in their ask box
I WANT TO KNOW YOUR SECRETSERIOUSLY THOUGH WHAT ARE YOU
I GOT THIS AND I WAS LIKE WHAT THE FUCK
there are over 128,000 notes and i still got one
i reblogged this less than 2 minutes ago
how the actual fuck
i want to see it
the downside of being a virgin is that u can literally be used as a blood sacrifice at any given moment
I constantly thought of this when I was a virgin tbh
wow. that implies you’re not a virgin anymore. that you really did it. you did the do. you hokey-pokied. you frickle-frackled. wow. amazing.
WHOO! I’M A BLOOD SACRIFICE!!!
this makes me cry tears that cry tears
I’M SENDING THIS AROUND AGAIN
He opened the bedroom with a cake in his hand, his eyes watering as he sat down on the bed and gently set the cake next to him. He slowly breathed out as he removed his hat and set it on his heart, his gaze on the computer. He hadn’t been in his son’s room in four years, since he had passed away. It was some game that was supposed to be a virtual reality, but it was more like a singularity. John had uploaded himself into that blasted game to create a new world and the game killed him. The man ran his hand through his graying hair and coughed as he pulled the knife from the cake and cut himself a slice, a fork having been sitting on the tray. “Happy seventeenth birthday, son… If you’re hearing this, I miss you, but I am so, so very proud of you.” he whispered softly as he picked up the fork and took a very small bite from the cake. It wasn’t Betty Crocker. He knew how much his son hated Betty Crocker. He stopped baking Betty Crocker four years ago, and he breathed out again as he tasted the store brand on his tongue. He rolled the flavor in his mouth and closed his eyes, imagining the face of his boy grinning up at him, telling him thank you and that he was the best dad ever. “Happy birthday.”
Why would you do that
I’m seriously crying. Why would you do that
Reading that, all I can think of is having this scene put to dramatic music with flashback scenes of John doing all his homestuck shenanigans.
OKAY LET’S DO THIS
Every person who regblog this will have a pokemon egg on their submissions and a few days later a pokemon will hatch from the egg.
The pokemon will be submitted based on their blog, it may be shiny or even a legendary
(Have your submissions open and only reblog, likes does not count)
FREAKIN POKEMON TIME!!!