Shortwave eroticism.
Shortwave eroticism.
I don’t care how old this image is or how many times I’ve seen it…
Every single time, I end up feeling better. Instant mood boost. I hope it never stops getting posted.
I honestly think this makes a pretty good fit.
Castlevania’s flashy, ornate aesthetic and over-the-top dramatics could transition nicely to the stage.
Like, imagine the WHAT IS A MAN monologue being belted out from centerstage under a spotlight and accompanied by organ music.
Ahhhhhh…look at all the blonely bleople…
Ugh, don’t get me started on roommates.
Like, once, they got all paranoid about some supernatural nonsense and poured all this salt on the hallway floor, like in a big stupid circle. Right outside of my door.
Total pain in the ass. Like, I refuse to go out there until they clean that shit up. I physically won’t. I don’t care how long it takes or how hungry I get.
Though I can’t remember the last time I felt hunger…hmmm…
Hank Hill voice:
“Just look at it, Bobby. It’s got-dang beautiful, I tell ya h’wat.”
Hold her close and treat her as your own personal slice of…
HEAVEN OR HELL!
ROUND ONE!
LET’S ROCK!!!
This isn’t even my final formal.
Why they changed it, I can’t say…
Why yes, I am a cat-o-holic, thanks for asking!
I’m sure that trip made a big impact on those kids.
squints hard
Sean Mall?
Which Sean got his own mall? Or is it a mall specifically for Seans? As a non-Sean (cool rhyme, right?) am I forbidden from Sean Mall? Are Shawns allowed in?
My poor vision creates nothing but inquiries.
For the people who are still alive!
Neigh? Nay.