this is one of the only reaction pictures that feels so incredibly visceral its so fucking good

Just searched my own blog to find this pic and apparently I posted this on 9/11

linus takes a trip to the nether. birthday gift to my sister

Chat they made Minecraft into a silly goofy cringe movie even through Minecraft is actually about life and earth and the universe and tearing meaning out of the ground and molding it with your hands into something that you can be proud of. They made the pink sheep look ugly and funny for a cheap laugh when it should’ve been a beautiful moment where you, age eleven, come across this rarity, this beautiful anomaly and you hold its face in your hands and stare into its chocolate brown eyes and you realize what the whole world is about. Chat they made it into a joke

i think we should bring this back (with some amendments ofc) if we ever needed an "internet etiquette" for the younger generations, now is the moment to remind them. purity culture kills fandom

as well as the three laws of fandom:

Don't Like, Don't Read (DL;DR), Your Kink is not My Kink And That's OK (YKINMKATO) and Ship and Let Ship

📣 Purity culture kills fandom! 📣

NO ONE LIVING hasn't been squicked out by something. There's over 7 billion of us, my delights and disgusts aren't universal. So I move on. Don't like the ship? Move on. Don't like____? Move on.

I am not an exception. Neither are you. I don't like it I move on and shut my gob about it because everyone everywhere is squicked out by something and they need to put the thing down and just…motor.

This but also:

Frames this entire post and hangs it over the fireplace.

“There is no other home”, Soviet poster, 1986.

Sounbchbob

He’s so cool

My five year plan is to just see what happens

it renews every five years

possessed by a racecar(tragic)

"ARNGHERRANHGERGNAHGHGERNAGH"

Baby

my partner doesnt like that sloppy newborn duck thats going around

GETTING YOU MOTHERFUCKER

When a fic doesn’t fit my head canons but it’s well-written

#he wouldn't fucking say that but i'm getting kind of attached to the guy you invented who did say that

Woahoo here he comes

where is all the art that perfectly appeals specifically to my exact tastes and desires and nobody elses

i think people should talk more about the unique sense of hopelessness which stems from the realization that “help” in the form myth promised you does not exist; there is no help coming and you must create from scratch the tools that will dismantle (or at least diminish) your own suffering, and do this not once but every day for the rest of your life