SPARKLES FOR THE SPARKLE GOD!!! PIXELS FOR THE PIXEL THRONE!!!!!

Listen.

EVERYBODY knows (or should) that you DO. NOT. STOP. in Vidor, Texas. 

It’s best to just run out of gas elsewhere. Whatever you do, black folks, DO NOT STOP IN VIDOR, TEXAS. 

There’s a good chance you’ll get lynched or just come up missing - and I’m not joking.

also do NOT stop in Harrison, Arkansas!!!! (relatively close to OK and MI) a nazi town with a BIG KKK organization.

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Having a tumblr account is like having the worst secret identity possible

Like, “I can’t let anyone know I’m @fartstinkle69 on tumblr.com or my enemies (my friends and family) will hurt my loved ones (the characters from my hyperfixations)!”

I genuinely feel like the lamest spider man in the whole damn spiderverse

“Call Me Maybe” with every other beat removed

ok so I agree with you on everything but warhammer probably isn’t the best example to name cause basically anything can fit in warhammer. like, you could probably put SpongeBob in as a warp daemon or an ork thing or some weirdass xeno and he wouldn’t look that out of place. honestly, the flexibility of the setting is one of my favorite things about warhammer.

The predator is really one of those species/characters that can really fit anywhere for them as long as it is sci-fi or has space in it the predator versus Spider-Man makes sense the predator versus Warhammer 40K also makes sense their only goal is to hunt and that is enough motivation for them to interact with anyone because as long as it’s a good hunt they will be satisfied they really are a character to put up against anyone 

i think the servers bugged during overtime lol

/joke

For every nineteenth-century middle-class family that protected its wife and child within the family circle, then, there was an Irish or a German girl scrubbing floors in that middle-class home, a Welsh boy mining coal to keep the home-baked goodies warm, a black girl doing the family laundry, a black mother and child picking cotton to be made into clothes for the family, and a Jewish or an Italian daughter in a sweatshop making “ladies”’ dresses or artificial flowers for the family to purchase.

The Way We Never Were, Stephanie Coontz. 2016 edition.