i do this. this is final pam. you remember how your backyard barbeque go, the smiths. pretty good it doesn’t seem. ha ha. i tell little joke. next time, you invite pam.
why does this fucking monster factory joke aesthetic have a more bold and innovative layout style than any edit ive seen in any other fandom
And then… we pan up. And we see a thirteenth plane descending. It is a disc of shimmering, living darkness … It is larger than the other planes combined … burning with malice and hunger … And somewhere inside of that living plane, we see a smile flash across someone’s face.
The number of messages I’ve failed to answer across all my devices and media platforms will be weighed against my soul on judgment day, and I will be cast into hell
