Making fun of the blobfish because it looks ugly after being pulled rapidly out from under tons of water pressure would be like making fun of a human for what they look like after being beaten and burned to near death.

Leave my boi alone ):

Me venting my eternal and insatiable yearning for cuddles to my friends for absolutely no reason be like

Landed on the wrong exoplanet

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My fatass saw a small assortment of chocolates on the counter of my humble abode, immediately scarfed down one without a semblance of a second thought, and read the microscopic label stating it was alcoholic. Whoopsies.

I don’t know what to put here but Funne

So... Black Ops II no longer takes place in the future..

Have a joyous second cold war, everyone!

normal day in the argonne

Minor "rebranding" to immortalize my affinity for something I would probably be very thoroughly bullied for liking if I were open about it in person! I love!