shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

scrawny ass Motherfuck

*He is also a scrawny ass motherfuck.*

 

Ford considers this. "So does it actually have anything to do with the people you're fighting with in the moment, or is there just a great big stream of crap that builds up inside you that has to get out?"

He grins at Kumari. "Bet I could lift you."

 

bet i could juggle u n the notwifey.

bet i can code better n u.

 

yes

 

"Have you ever considered letting it out in planned, controlled bursts? Getting someone who has a similar problem to witness, if you need somebody to hear it?"

 

"We talking computer programming or cryptography? If computer programming, I have no doubt you can code better than I can. But cryptography?" Ford shrugs.

 

both

i specialize in esolang, bitch.

 

"You know I rather like the two of you, I suspect?" Ford smiles. "But sometimes I just have to be contrary. Not that either of you would know what that's like."

He strokes Lissa's hair. She's asleep in his lap now, purring up a storm. "I'm sure you could juggle her, and possibly also me--trolls are stronger than humans. But please do not juggle my catte. She's so precious right now."

 

ye n also im dead so

much strong

 

"Taste the rainbow?"

 

* wonk *

 

yea no anyone who even remotely reminds me of myself sends me in2 a blinding rage

 

#relatable

 

hey assfuck relate to ur Own gotdamn posts

 

ANYWAYS that is ENTIRELY 2 much personal feelings out in the open lets just............awkwardly bury it amd MOVE ON

so.............cats but SLIME cats whos in

 

"Well, I can't say I haven't had that experience," Ford says, scowling at the very thought of that guy. "Hey, Mason said something about a waterpark. How about you not blame my family for something that asshole said or did?"

He wasn't sure what to think about not!Lissa either for that matter. Was she somehow not Beijaden? She was dressed like a fucking queen!

 

fine ur family can go in but only bc itd piss the other one off more probably

Up Yours Old Man

 

*How did a sharpie mustache fall off? Who knows, but it did.*

 

... Oh. Where did I end up so suddenly?

 

Oh! Hello!