America is a stress-baker. Once when it got really bad, Canada walked in on him sitting in his kitchen, surrounded by pies.
the date is november 23rd, at precisely 12:00am. christmas music blares from every square inch of the earth, snow raining down as sleigh bells ring out threateningly from the sky. several figures can be seen flash across the moon, an ominously jolly voice reaching every ear on the planet and shaking them with a holiday fear.
“IT’S CHRISTMAS TIME MOTHERFUCKERS”
just call me W.I.P. the blog
i wanted to end my arthur spree with realism and stuff but now i feel like this’ll just end up looking shoddy and unfinished no matter what bleeehhhhhhh
OMFG ERIN IM?/??
food history with grace helbig
“Doitsu Doitsu Doits-!”
“Iggy Iggy Iggy-!”
“France’s signature rape laugh-“
“BTT/BFT = The rapist, the pervert, and the pedo!! XDDDDD”
“Bastard bastard tomato bastard-!”
“aru aru aru aru aru aru aru aru aru-“
i literally watch this every single time it’s on my dash