Ewoo - Whoop-De-Doo

Penis: where are you going.

Milfboss: away from here

Penis: your leaving me?

Milfboss: yes

Penis: why? are we not friends?

Milfboss: [sadly] we were. it's too late for that now

Penis: why? you are safe here. here they cannot hurt you anymore

Milfboss: [shouting] Shitty was your friend too!

Penis: Shitty made his choice the moment he tied me to that chair

Milfboss: and you have made yours. you made yours when you executed him in the exact same way. You cannot take that back Penis.

Penis: [shocked and angry] how do you know about that?

Milfboss: I was there. With Connoreatspants.

Penis: How?! No one was supposed to know!

Milfboss: I am leaving Penis. You can't stop me.

Penis: what about Balls? Did he mean nothing to you?!

Milfboss: your know I loved that cow more than anything. Balls wouldn't have wanted this

Penis: what about the admiral

Milfboss: [crying] don't you bring her into this! she's dead!

[Admiral_Anus walks out from behind a pillar]

Admiral: am I? I wasn't aware

I made a rose out of blutack :D

It kind of looks like fishnets is a fatal disease that Techno has contracted and Phil is gently explaining Techno's condition to Ranboo while Niki comforts him

I AM HERE TO DELIVER FISHNET C!TECHNO. THAT IS ALL. THANK YOU. also syndicate :)

DM, out of nowhere: Just out of curiosity, do you trust [NPC]?

Me:

Me: I DID UNTIL NOW?!

DM: *laughs* interesting

You walk along the path as you have many times before, the cracked concrete familiar beneath your feet.On one side of you is the cliff; the cliff is familiar too. Numerous cracks run up the pale face; they greet you as you pass them by, an old friend. You counted them, once. Sometimes moss spills out of the rifts caused by time and bad weather, bringing life to the otherwise empty stone. Scraggly plants cling to it's crumbling surface.On your other side there are long stretches of grass, punctuated by trees. In the distance you see the figure of someone with a dog that bounds faithfully alongside them. You smile and continue walking. The sky above you is cloudy and grey. The weak sunlight permeates the air around you and lights your way. It's cold. You wish you bought gloves. You hear chirping above you, and when you look up, you see them. Peering over the nest at you, the chicks ruffle their downy grey feathers and call for their mother. You continue to walk onward. You can see the old abandoned railway, upon its throne of pebbles and stones. No train has run along that track in decades, it lays silent now. When you finally arrive it is a welcome sight; the walk here had tired your bones and you need to rest. You are relieved to see the familiar grainy wood framed by the cold black metal. A brass plaque bears her name.

You lay down the bouquet you carried here and you sit down and remember. You watch and are content.

Drew this during calculus

this implies the little cat things like the smell of rotting flesh and i dont appreciate it

jungle cat

variety

Being kind isn't actually about how much shit you can quietly take. You can be kind and still shut down people who attempt to use and manipulate you. Kindness is about treating others well whenever you can, not about how much you're willing to suffer for others. So don't confuse being kind with being a victim and a pushover. No one with your best interests at heart will claim that it's the same thing.