Drama boi!
this is the funniest tweet i’ve seen in months bye
these are all the geek equivalents of Lovecraft’s Cat’s Name
his cats name couldn’t be that bad!!!! it’s a cat, what’s the worst name?
i am wrong, what the fuck
go Google why chainsaws were invented, it’s really fun :)
oh what the FUCK WHY
Thanks I hate it.
I could have gone my whole life without knowing it, thank you motherfucker
What would have happened to the Winchesters if s1e1 had never happened:
- Sam would have had a white picket fence, a wife and kid, grew old without his brother, and never worried about hunting again.
- Dean would have died young and without a partner or kids due to a hunt gone wrong
What happened to the Winchesters after 15 years of character development:
- Sam had a white picket fence, a wife and kid, grew old without his brother, and never worried about hunting again.
- Dean died young and without a partner or kids due to a hunt gone wrong
Do you see why fans are pissed?
Find someone who supports you like this cat supports his owner’s music
via @sarperduman
OH MY GOD THE cat is enchanted
I like to think this piece is called “The Kitten’s Lullaby”, and it was considerately written not to use the very keys his cat occupies.
Sarper actually does write the music he plays on Instagram, and that one of his (nineteen) rescue cats is a regular at the piano, so it’s very, very likely he wrote that piece with his little friend’s comfort in mind.
He has a crowdfunding page for his rescue kitties, because feeding and caring for 19 cats on a piano teacher’s salary is…difficult. Please consider donating if you’re in a position to do so!
https://gogetfunding.com/help-me-take-care-of-my-19-rescued-cats-3/
It kind of baffles me that a lot of people never got to experience the Mishapocalypse. Not like it was something that was good, more like, it was something you’d only see on this website in like…10 years.
Imagine you wake up on April Fool’s day. You log into tumblr. Immediately your dash is encompassed with Misha’s face. Everyone’s icon has been changed to that same, staring, blank face. You check your followers. Every single one of them has that face. You try going into your normal tags. Even those are filled with Misha’s face. Nowhere is safe. Misha is everywhere. You go to Twitter to complain about it. Misha’s face is there too.
Within hours of the event starting, there’s already a wiki entry and an urban dictionary entry for it. Gifs that you may have recognized of being popular at that time have Misha’s face photoshopped over them. Repeating patterns of Misha’s face. Misha illusions. Misha’s face OVER MISHA’S FACE.
Eventually, even Misha is like, “Yeah, this is fucking weird. What the fuck are you guys doing.” But it doesn’t stop. People hit post limit. They can’t post anymore. Suddenly, you notice that your dash is starting to thin out, slowly, one by one. There’s a hypothetical tumbleweed bouncing across your dash by 10pm that night.
Anyone who tried to blacklist the Mishapocalypse suddenly found that their dashboard was sent into the shadow realm. Nothing is there. They tried to unfollow people who were participating in it. They had no blog content at the end of the day.
The next day, we all wake up and continue on with our lives like nothing ever happened. It was like a fever dream. What the fucked happened. Where did our lives go for that day.
That was the Mishapocalypse.
It was over within like a day though that was he weird part. There were stragglers through the following weeks but the main bit was over within hours it was the weirdest shit I’ve ever seen
Listen, cringe culture is a drag so I’m gonna say it. I still unironically think the Mishapocalypse was fucking hilarious.
the Mishapocalypse was fucking iconic. when i switched my icon to that dumb fucking face just gone midnight that april 1st i was sure i would be the only one to do something so stupid. then i logged off and got to bed. when i woke up it was like i had been teleported into another dimension. misha’s fucking face was everywhere. the nigel thornberry SMASHING meme was at its height at that time too and the amalgamation of the two was indescribable.
if you weren’t there, nothing anyone can really say can properly describe it. it was a collective fever dream. it was like waking up to someone just screaming non-stop in your face.
and the we just left it and went back to normal save for the stray queue’d post that hadn’t gone out during the day.
people tried again the next year but it never took off. it was one and done and is now an ingrained part of the internet subconscious.
I have was only in the fandom for like a week and barely knew who Misha was. But suddenly. Everyone was Misha. You were Misha. Yo followers were Misha. You Grandma was Misha. Everyone was Misha…except Misha. It wad the most amazing internet cultural phenomena I’ve ever experienced. Like I remember being at work and being so excited to go home and just experience more of the jokes people were making. You’d scroll for miles and only see Misha. Every tag on tumblr…Misha. There were follow Misha trains…like you’d gain hundreds of followers overnight. And then. There was a pact. Once you follow a Misha, you don’t unfollow no matter what.
Dems were the days. I don’t think anything will quite be the same. Except maybe the bagelpocalypse where everyone became…bagels. This fandom man. This fucking fandom. I fucking love it 🥰
A representation of my thought process at all times
this is literally how teenagers talk irl
This literally sounds like a voice-acted recreation of a group chat
Auntie Hella checking on the Papillon puppies… she never had a litter of her own so she always cared for all the pups born here at #tantezampekennel
imagine having such a beautiful fairy godmother
this is the content that keeps me on this fucking site
in case you were wondering as of november 10 you have to go to page 54 of the supernatural tag on ao3 until you see fics that were published before november 5
someone has written one where dean owns the four seasons total landscaping and castiel works at the sex shop











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