yall i know i’ve defended some heinous media on this blog and that so long as you follow me you will live in the wake of kill la kill, but for real if you’re giving a shit about detroit: become human, you gotta get off this fucking blog because no amount of “but its my special interest!” is gonna change the fact that david cage wrote a scene where a white person tells a black person they deserve to be a slave and thought it was okay and acceptable
hey i dont give a fuck about video games but can you source this? i want others to be like…aware…cus goddamn
reblog this w your weirdest fear!!! mine’s balloons
I said weirdest not deepest! stop reblogging this w shit like ‘my life falling apart’ and ‘intimacy’ and have fun!! be scared of figurines or something damn
ok do you guys remember those Capri Sun “RESPECT THE POUCH, RESPECT IT!” ads where children would deface a Capri Sun pouch in some way and then suffer some karmic punishment thematically connected to the way they disrespected pouch
then there were Airheads commercials where eating an airhead would turn your head into a balloon
and there were Fruit Gusher ads similar to that except your head turned into an enormous piece of fruit
what happened where for this brief period of time (in america at least) it was decided the best way to get kids to buy fruit themed junk food was to imply there was some kind of chaotic evil force that would let you sip its sweet nectar and feast on its fruit, but only if you were willing to sacrifice your state of existence and obey the artificially flavored outer gods
three older motorcyclists pulled up behind my car when i was at a stoplight and they were just. investigating. so shocked and confused. grappling with the punchline, struggling, grasping for some semblance of understanding, only to find none. i love gen z humor dumbfounding old men.