Oh. Sometimes…plans Go Astray.

everyone should thank me because as bad as i am, i am holding myself back from being much worse

the pogtopia boys

Me: -so after it became apparent that ‘retarded’ had become a term of abuse, educators and psychiatrists switched to other terms like ‘handicapped’ or ‘special needs’ in an attempt to -

George Orwell, whom I’ve dragged forward in time with my arcane powers because I’m lonely and want someone to talk to: You have a telephone in your pocket?  It listens to you all the time?

Me: Never mind about that, the point is, young people now mock each other by sending the wheelchair emoji - that’s a type of electronic heiroglyph - to suggest mental deficiency and shout SPESHUL!!!! while doing offensive imitations of disabled facial expressions and posture.  So any attempt to lexographically make crimethink impossible is pretty much doomed because the meaning of words in everyday conversation can’t be controlled by a dictionary entry, no matter how many Ministry of Truth employees-

Orwell: It reports your location to the telephone company at all times?

I don't want to know how, but thank god

did u kno: ur icon is actually you in 20 years

Hey man I really wish I could just jack you in to my brain stem so you could enjoy the awesome pictures my thought juice makes straight from the source and understand my intent with perfect clarity but unfortunately you've gotta bite down on this dry boring word bullshit and guess my true meaning instead

just found out that yesterday kim kardashian’s private jet produced 61 tons of CO2 emissions. over the last week drake’s private jet flights produced 182 tons of CO2 emissions. like what is even the point any more

Highly recommend reading this thread in regards to the Simu situation.

Long story short: everything was taken out of context and made to look worse than it actually is.

Yes! I'm not alone in thinking that!

Wilbur clutched the blue in one hand and the totem in the other. It was storming and Philza held a trident ready for the moment it started thundering. “Are you ready Wilbur?”

The ghost nodded even though he very much felt like he wasn’t “Yes Philza, I’m fucking ready” 

Everyone gathered together held their breath in anticipation. Ranboo, Tommy, Tubbo, and Eret all stood together in silent unity. A thunderbolt struck the ground behind Philza casting dark shadows on his face for a second “Okay it’s time, here it goes” He lifts up the channeling trident and throws it at Wilbur, it hits him and the totem beings him back, before anyone can blink another bolt of lightning hits him reducing him to ash. “NO!” Wilbur logs out. There’s shocked silence for a few seconds then a voice

“Hello?” the voice sounds familiar, it’s Dream

What? Everyone shouts at once 

“Dream? That doesn’t even make sense, why would Ghostbur die and see someone who’s alive!” Eret shouts in frustration pacing back and forth “Maybe our research was flawed?”

“I’m dead” Dream said it matter of factly “I have been for awhile” everyone pasues

Tommy scoffed “Bullshit Dream I know you’re alive, who else blew up l’manburg? Don’t fall for his mind games, he’s trying to be a ghost in yo heads” 

“That’s not me, Who all is here?” 

“Me, Tommy, Tubbo, Eret, and Ranboo”

“I don’t know who- look I’m going to come back with WIlbur’s body. I’ll explain more when I do, but I need you to kill me, my body. That’s not me”