listen here, cumslut
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SON, WHY WON’T YOU EAT THIS CAKE I MADE ESPECIALLY FOR YOU? WHY WOULD YOU HURT YOUR FATHER’S FEELINGS LIKE THIS? JONATHAN EAT THIS CAKE RIGHT NOW.
dad get out you’re ruining my life!!! i’m not going to eat your fucking cake, get out!
WE DO NOT CURSE IN THIS HOUSE JONATHAN. EAT YOUR CAKE.
no! you can’t make me!
EAT YOUR CAKE SON, YOU WON’T GROW ANY TALLER IF YOU DON’T EAT YOUR CAKE.
that doesn’t even make sense!!! stop it dad get out!!!!!
o mg
Drew this at waaay Too Late O’Clock during an RP with Boshy, when I was having a really hard time getting to sleep.
Bah, I’ve probably drawn this pose before and their glasses are gone because they’re sleeping, but I forgot to draw them in folded up somewhere. Probably a lot of blagh what in this drawing but it was just a comfort doodle.
to any minecraft players who played before the adventure update did you like minecraft better before or after the adventure update?
I started following this girl and her whole dash ended up these. And her last post. I can’t even say words. Anons took her life. If that’s okay with you, then carry on with your day. If you agree this is unacceptable and okay, then reblog and spread the word. What you say can actually change a persons life! So help out
Anon hate is absolutely sickening.
If you spend your spare time sending people on the internet hateful messages (and I sincerely hope this isn’t any of my followers), then you are vile. Keep your horrible thoughts to yourself, and stop hurting people.
Can there just please be a fucking “nuke hateful anons” button right now
PLEASE
Facebook: I don't know who you are, don't fucking add me.
Tumblr: Ew, I know you; fuck off. STRANGERS WELCOME, COME TALK TO ME.
Just to freak people out, this is the Goblin Shark. Yea, it’s a real shark.
Don’t worry; it lives off the coast of Japan in extremely deep waters.
Still, look what it can do…
Have fun in your nightmares.
WHAT
favourite shark right here uwu
“Mom, Dad, I’m gay.”
“Ok… so do you want pizza for dinner or just McDonalds?”“Mom….I’m…”
“Gay. Yeah.”
“You knew?”
“I ship you and your best friend.”
“Ship?”
“I ship it.”
“Well…We’re dating. Is it fine?”
“Does he like reading?”
“Yeah. He read all those old books you liked when you were a kid. You know that series about those Greek god kids and wizards and that boy who bakes a lot and that-“
“You have my permission to marry him. Now let’s go to Disneyland.”“Mam, I’m gay.”
“OH SWEET FUCKING JESUS THANK YOU GOD YOU HAVE GRACED ME WITH MUCH IN THIS LIFE BUT NEVER HAVE I BEEN SO BLESSED AS TO HAVE A GAY CHILD THANK YOU ARE A MERCIFUL AND WISE LORD I GIVE YOU THANKS AND PRAISE AMEN.”“Mommy… I’m gay.”
“That’s great, baby!”
“H-huh?”
“Baby, you know that I support love in every form. And so does your dad. We love you always and forever. As long as your partner doesn’t abuse or use you, then I’m perfectly happy.”
“Mama, I’m gay.”
*gets on knees and praises the lord
“Wait, what’s going on.”
“I’m thanking God for the perfect son/daughter he gave me.”
“Mum, I’m gay”
“Oh my gosh thats so great! Do you have a boyfriend? Is he cute? When can I meet him? Tell me all about him! I’m already planning your wedding”
“Mom I”m gay”
*smiles* “That’s great”
“You’re not mad”
“No, I”m just glad you didn’t have to lie to us about it”
“Hey Moms, I’m gay”
“Hey Mom, I’m Gay”
“Okay dear, but still the same rules with dating as anything else.”
“Wait.. What?”
“You heard me, When you go out on your dates i want you back by 12”
“Okay then..”“Mom… I’m gay.”
“Go to your room.”
“I thought you’d accept me—”
“I do. Pack your bags, we’re going on a vacation.” /cue hugs“Dad… I’m <not straight>.”
“Oh, that’s all? I thought you’d failed maths or something. Here, have a cookie.”“So….yeah, mom.”
“Okay. Do you want to go to Five Guys?”
“I’m gay”
“Okay.”
“Is that it?”
“What, were you expecting me to get you fast food or something? We just got McDonalds for lunch. We can’t be eating out all the time. I don’t know why everyone keeps giving their gay children fast food as if its a reward for coming out. We’re eating what was planned for dinner, regardless of your sexual orientation.”
“But I hate spaghetti!”
“So do I, son, so do I”
“Then why are we eating it?”
“Because we don’t have anything left in the house, the car’s out of gas, and your mother won’t be home for another hour.”“Maaaaaaaaan. Can’t we order a pizza or something?”
“No.”
“But daaaaaaaad.”
“I SAID NO. Now unless you can find something else in the kitchen we can have for dinner we’re having spaghetti.”
“How about Pop Tarts”
“…okay fuck it, lets eat the Pop Tarts.”
“DIBS ON WILDBERRY”“FUCK”
…what was I typing about again?
“Mom, I have something to tell you.”
“Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God…. What is it?” *cringe*
“I… I’m gay.”
“….Oh! Is that it? God, I was bracing myself for something scary!”
“Mom, I’m gay.”
“Okay.”
“What?”
“Kid, I don’t care if you’re gay. Just don’t get your ass landed in jail and we’re cool, okay?”
“Uh… kay.”
“Mom, I’m gay.”
“GTK, dude. You want your club t-shirt now or…?”
“Mom I’m gay”
Mom says nothing because she is actually a bear and stands up on her hind legs as she lets out a mighty growl then devours half of the hover-couch and jumps out the window and onto a hover-unicycle to go work at her job as a receptionist at Scotia Bank.
