Inactive

so its probably been more and more obvious as time goes on but i’m gonna go dark here, pull up stakes, haul out. Won’t delete this account just in case i change my mind someday, but ive been less and less interested in this website over the years and, really, it doesnt feel like theres anything left for me here that I don’t have elsewhere. Just distant acquaintances, old haunts, and a lot of regrets. So, I’m out. If you know me well you probably already know where to look for me. If you don’t, I’d rather be left alone. Seeya.

purroblematic:

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happy krimis

its chrisminth

merry criesis

happy chrysler 

a-anom:

tredlocity:

spitblaze:

tredlocity:

she

who

girl

So, Undertale Won the Playstation Indie Development Award Last Night

starsona:

wolven0ne-universe:

And this time, Toby Fox was actually there to accept it.

He looks like a fucking serial killer

splickedylit:

Today a 27-year-old man I was taking care of in the hospital asked if I could help him get boosted up in his hospital bed because, and I quote, “You look strong.  Like, you look like you could take a motherfucker out.”

That is the most flattering thing that a patient has ever said to me, and I’m counting the little old lady who told me my eyebrows were beautiful, and the very deaf old German man who yelled at me that I was “WONDERFUL!!! MADE BY GOD TO BE A NURSE!!!!!”

This is just to say

abyssaldrift:

I have eaten
the shoes
that were in
the closet

and which
you were probably
meaning
to sell

Forgive me
they were delicious
so small
and unworn

this was comic genius fuck you

l-nobby-l:

I want a dragon that breathes bullets instead of fire

like no explanation, no other visual cues that it’s anything but a normal dragon, but it just opens its mouth and GRRATATATAs out some lead

barry-bluejeans:

barry-bluejeans:

I talked to the McElroys for 15 goddamn minutes and Griffin told my parrot to go fuck itself

Buckle up kiddos, this is a story for the ages

Last night, I went to the Chicago live show, and in short it was one of the best nights of my life. I laughed so hard I choked on my Fancy Theater Sprite™. Cosplayers frolicked amongst people in Shrimp Heaven T Shirts amongst people in their Sunday best.

Towards the end of the show, the boys traditionally asked for questions from the crowd, and immediately over 1000 hands shot up. I was up in the balcony, but I raised my hand anyways for kicks. No waving, no movement. My hand was a beakon, a goddamn lighthouse in the middle of a swarming see of desperate fans. Travis and I locked eyes. I felt my stomach drop.

“The person in the…purple hoodie?”

“You mean this?” I said as I stood and my crimson cosplay robe fell around my shoulders.

“Yeah!! Come on down!”

In a blur I made my way to the aisle as quickly as possible, people clapping me on the back and whispering “don’t mess up” all the while. My hands were shaking so bad that I couldn’t hold on to the railing as I climbed down three flights of stairs and walked down the aisle to the microphone.

And immediately caused someone to face plant into said microphone out of our combined clumsiness and panic (she was ok but boy shitting howdy do I feel bad). I waited for my turn slowly being consumed by blind terror. Everything I said was going to be forever embedded into podcast history for all of eternity. I Could Not Mess Up.

As they called me forward I mustered up every drop of comedic timing within me, every tactic of improv I could remember. I stepped up to the microphone. “So a little over a year ago, we bought a parrot, and it was, like, a cool pet…”

“yeah, AS OPPOSED TO THOSE SHITTY DOGS, RIGHT?” Griffin interjected. The crowd roared for what felt like years, until it was finally quiet enough for me to continue. Dead silence.

“Boys, now I have 7 parrots. Please help.”

In all my years, I will never forget the look on Griffin Andrew McElroy’s face as the realization hit him. It was like he was hit by a motherfucking monster truck, and the monster truck was being driven by my seven birds of the apocalypse.

For the next 15 minutes I talked to three of the coolest people alive as all four of us ragged on my 7 horrible, horrible birds. Highlights include:

“WHAT MADE YOU THINK, AFTER SIX GODDAMN BIRDS, THAT YOU NEEDED A SEVENTH?”

“YOU HAVE A FUCKING BIRD NAMED PIKACHU?”

“BIRD NUMBER 4 WAS LONELY?”

“FUCK SADIE”

It was the best night of my entire life and I physically cannot wait until the episode comes out.

Here’s the link!

(Also I’m sorry, it was Travis who told my parrot to fuck off)