It's True. Dsmp Is The Most Unique Fandom I've Ever Been In. The Sheer Variety Alone Is Astonishing!

i think the reason why the assassination of Julius Caesar is one of the funniest political assassinations is for this very simple reason:

1 guy stabs 1 guy: not funny. that's murder.

2 guys stab 1 guy: even less funny. that's two against one.

60 guys stab 1 guy: uproariously funny. why do you need so many guys.

Aggressive Elder: Kids these days have no common sense! This generation has no critical thinking skills!

Me(19 and suffering from cognitive dysfunctions such as heavy brain fog, delayed reactions, memory issues, etc.):

Yes.

I think it's typically a case of desperate times call for desperate measures.

i love how there's the genre of fix-it fic where the author goes into great granular detail of how our heroes manage to avoid or undo whatever character death or other unpopular choice occurred, in a way that abides by the laws of the fictional universe and definitely required a substantial plot outline, and then there are fix-it fics where the author just went "that's bullshit and didn't happen," and we as readers all go "agreed. carry on."

I've never been more ashamed to be from Mississippi than I am right now and that is SAYING SOMETHING!

FUCK YOU, TATE REEVES🖕🖕🖕

never, ever, stop fighting back

10+ has me reeling... here I am always telling myself my health issues aren't that bad.

I don't really have anything to add to this. We all already know people are dumbasses.

He pulls the thin strands of his hair up into a messy bun, feeling the sparse follicles crunch like corn husks in his grip.

He looks at himself in the mirror, his face pulled taut by the Hello Kitty scrunchie struggling to grip his almost non-existent locks, and his complexion a cheeto dust orange.

It was clear in that moment. He was not like other ex presidents.

“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”

— Vincent Van Gogh

Thank the writing God's above for Pinterest!

Sometimes I wonder how many WIPs were lost to time before Pinterest was created.

What do writers love to do?

Imagine and obsess over all the little details of there stories.

What do they not want to do?

Write all that shit down.

Ergo, Pinterest!

Seriously, how did these people live?