Something So Profoundly Fucked Up Between The Inverse Ratio Of Shrinking Middle Class And Ever Increasing

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the suffering never ends

Again

They switched clothes... THEY SWITCHED CLOTHES!!

this is amazing

hwat do we think gamers. good fit or too early 2000s?

Splinter’s lax parenting style makes a lot more sense once you learn that Draxum created the turtles for the express purpose of waging a war. Our boys are good boys, but they can also be kind of… unnerving. They must have been little TERRORS before they developed morality and impulse control. It’s possible Splinter plain wore himself out in the early years of caring for them and now he’s fucking Tired™.

I think at one point he was just like, “Okay it’s been a few years since any of you have tried to eat each other please for the love of God let me rest I’ve forgotten what REM sleep feels like.”

there is something so darkly comical about tumblr potentially outliving twitter

tumblr, which is held together with duct tape and madness, run by three raccoons in blood stained Yahoo! hats and a handful of crabs, its only discernible source of income the sale of shoelaces from an inside joke so inside no one knows the original source anymore and fake blue checkmarks... that website still lives on

truly the cockroach of social media and I love it for that

Imagine you're Dazai and you're 15.

You've just met this kid(also 15), who is loud and annoying and won't do a single thing you tell him to. Not only has he got a ridiculously strong ability but he has crazy control over it and he can handle himself in a fight. He's the leader of gang. The Port Mafia views him as a serious threat.

And you're forming your opinions as you're being made to team up with this brash annoying kid who keeps trampling on all your good plans with his own ideas. Clearly, he's used to doing what he wants when he wants and it grates on you.

The sooner this is over the better.

But then, it's not all bad. You don't really get to hang out with kids your age. Or kids in general, most of the people you know are adults (who also happen to be criminals). As annoying as he is, it's fun messing with each other. You go to an arcade together and make a silly bet.

He places his stakes, so you have to think of your own. Obviously, you come up with an ingenious idea. If he loses, this kid who does whatever he wants, he has to be your dog for life. It's the kind of dumb bet kids your age would make, right? You've heard that before.

You'll make him carry about some stuff with his ability and lord it over him for a while and it will be funny.

Only then his friends- members of his gang, The Sheep- walk in and he hides from them. Because of you. You are, after all, from a rival gang. You call them over just to mess with him.

And you watch the kid you got to know start to shrink. All his noise goes quiet. All his confidence dissipates. That annoyingly loud kid you've gotten used to, the one who won't do as you say, who argued back all the time, just stands there as his so-called friends chip away at him. You watch as they treat him like-

Like a dog.