Turn up the theremin i cant hear the theremin
what now, son? what are you going to do now? im here to tell you that ive taken your tokens. i have both of your tokens, boy, and you know where im going to take them? two words: skee ball. you don’t even know how powerful i am, you don’t even know the powers i possess with this two piece of silver. ancient magic, son. ancient magic- don’t mess with ancient magic, or you’ll get the horns. just an old phrase from back in scranton. jill get in the car
I forgot I made a couple of mini vine compilations when they announced the end of vine
i don’t know how vine so perfectly encapsulated the best of humanity but that was a weird time
Tumblr is weird because this comment lets me know that I saw this once, documented my witness in an addition in 2017 by the time stamps, haven’t seen it since, and it comes at my dash again with 171k notes, after I’ve forgotten it, giving a puzzling effect of being hit in the face by a high speed swan but the swan is myself just temporally displaced

You guys I just realized that what I’ve always wanted out of werewolf fiction is a story where lycanthropy isn’t a purely human condition
Like this dude wakes up from his wolfbender and his room is full of all these fucking chickens from local farms that he initiated into his pack. They all start clucking and crowing at the moon and when it’s full they all transform into these tiny little weird bipedal wolves with wings.
I don’t remember making this post but it’s going around again and I’m losing my shit
Imagine becoming a werewolf because you got attacked by a fucked up chicken







