Fighting evil by moonlight. Selling propane by daylight.
I’m permanently stuck between “I really want to talk to you” and “I don’t want to annoy you”
((A giant flare of blue-red fire….))
// Team RWBY.
A guy with a sniper rifle…
…you guys have seen my background and know JUST how screwed I am
this can go many different ways
Completely and utterly fucked.
Yeah, I’m dead.
The shrine of Azura.
Unless it’s JUST the shrine and not the accompanying Daedric Prince.
Depends on which monitor you’re talking about. I’m either facing a storm of oversized, stylized snowflakes or the vacuum of space.
The Curiosity rover is an atomic-powered robot space car. I figure that is an awesome way to go, although I’m sad that the poor thing will have human blood on its treads.
Five minutes before I saw this post, the wallpaper changed to the hosts of Top Gear UK. I’m… not sure how this is going to go. Depends on if you ask the revheads or the fic writers.
Either way, it’s going to be messy.
Well my desktop is ME as an eyelash viper so… I might be killed by me??
All of the Pokèmon professors. They would probably get me by sheer numbers alone. But honestly, I really only worry about Prof. Birch. He’s a solid dude. :V
Oh and Oak because have you seen him when he was League Champ? Dude’s tough yo.
I have Pool Party Graves. Gonna die happy.
I’ve a shapeshifter…fuck
Professor Farnsworth. Not too much trouble.
Look what I found today
oh holy shit
And here we see a fossil from the boysbandezoic era