Unmute !

Sniper: “I’m a people person” says every outgoing person

Smalls: “I’m a geese goose” says every outgoing goose

Race: “I’m a meese moose” says every outgoing moose

Sniper:

Smalls:

Race:

Sniper: What the fu-

reblog and put in the tags: your star sign, a song that you’ve been listening to a lot lately, your favourite colour, your thoughts on cows, and your favourite season!

Jack: If I die my funeral’s gonna be the biggest party and you’re all invited.

Davey: If?

Spot: Great, the only party I’ve ever been invited to and he might not even die.

Nooooo don’t feel bad!!! My sister and I have been planning this kinda stuff for a while and after i told her she hit me with the “bet. You won’t. No balls” so it’s really her fault. We do stuff like this in our family all the time and this is probably one of the better outcomes. last time was a broken arm and a bruised rib

Ok but theoretically speaking, what would happen if I just ran full speed I to a wall?

Crutchie: *on the walkie-talkie* The trapper base is heavily guarded by attack dogs!

Davey: That’s bad.

Crutchie: Negative, they’re good boys.

Spot the difference: impossible addition

help I've fallen (willfully tumbled) down a rabbit hole (fem andreil/ trans aftg) and can't (refuse to) get up

anyways thanks to @togemythia and @neilsdimples for single (double??) handedly fueling my abysmal sleep patterns

Race: See ya later, alligator!

Spot: Doubt that, sewer rat.

listen. aging into your thirties rocks. yes your joints get a little creaky. yes you can’t sleep in a pretzel on the floor anymore after a concert or a convention. and you lose some friends. but the thing is that you sort out who your real friends are and you sort out who you really are. and you get to see your friends settling into careers they like, and adopt new dogs and cats, and you find a job you can stand, and get really good at arts and crafts, and maybe that book you loved as a kid gets a movie deal and it doesn’t suck, and you learn to like new food and bake your own bread, and you realize that the great portfolio of self harm scars you all used to curate are going white with age and not updated, and half your friends are a different gender now and so much happier and maybe you are too, and you know who you are, and that it’s a journey and not a revelation. it’s a direction you’re headed, and you’re enjoying the trip.

reaching your 30′s rocks. and i’m hearing good things about what comes next, too.

you shouldn't ask your provider how much of a prescription you can pick up at one time. and you definitely shouldn't ask if you can refill a prescription before the precious one is fully used. and you definitely, under no circumstances ever, should tell your insurance you're going on an extended vacation/study abroad/new job opportunity out of the country, which would mean you would need your prescription to contain more to be picked up at once, which would also make it covered as normal by your insurance. you should not do any of this because it's insurance fraud and illegal and in our perfect country with our perfect government and perfect justice system, we don't need to so things like that.

just a list of things to not think about in the next month or so.