Other than Ryan’s constant mumbling in frustration, their reactions to the shaders mod was my favorite part of this let’s play.
what if there was a really flamboyant assassin and after they killed someone they just snapped their fingers, turned away and said ‘you’ve just been SASSassinated’
if you dont still say “wed-ness-day” in your head when you spell wednesday then ur a fucking liar
does anybody else clean their phone screen by wiping it on their boob or is that just me
A short and ridiculous conversation between Patrick and Ryan on Quick Draw
Patrick: How could you say that about my mother!
Ryan the squeaky guy on Quick Draw
There are casual Kingdom Hearts fans. And then there are Kingdom Hearts fans that can accurately identify any of thirteen identically hooded figures by their height and build
so i bought this ring that has a little hinge and it opens up to a tiny secret box hidden under the gem and my mom told me that women used to put poison in it and then SLIP POISON INTO PEOPLES DRINKS and i was like NUH UH THIS CANT BE REAL and i just googled it and guys this is like a real thing
people are psycho
I have a few of those. I think they’re really neat!
classiest way to poison someone hands down
That’s how it all goes down in Hamlet, poison ring.
I’ve always, always wanted one of these because I have pure peppermint liquid that can ruin a drink with one drop and just kargfksernjskrn I want one.
wait why does everyone want one of these
what are all of you people planning
i regret making this post because i have been getting the creepiest reblogs in the universe seriously tumblr u scary
Probablythe best 6 seconds ever.
i fucking lost it
OMG IM LAUGHING SO HARD RN HIS FACE WAS ONE OF PURE TERROR OHMYGOD
what if people’s hair changed color based on their emotions
like one day you’re out getting a cup of coffee and you notice some cutie in the back of the coffeeshop and your hair starts turning bright pink and you do you best to try to hide it but you can’t help but look over and
they’re just sitting there, staring at you, their face as flushed as their locks