Live Telemachus Reaction

Lyle, Lyle, Crocodile has some good songs if I'm being honest if i were to rank them 1 - Heartbeat 2 - Rip Up The Recipe 3 - Top Of The World 4 - Take A Look At Us Now

I took more than a day on something!

I was listening to Too Sweet - Hozier and all I could think about for the lyrics “I think I’ll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three” is Jonathan Sims, and for the “You’re too sweet for me” lyrics is Jonathan talking to Martin

Love ya too <3

i just watched the leaked owl house pilot and it just felt like watching the show as episodes released all over again

i haven't been massively obsessed with the owl house in a while but it brought back all the memories of me and my friends counting down the days until the next episode, sharing any news or information we found, staying up on the nights the episodes aired so we could all watch them together, and then talking about it together for the next few days

that show changed my life and really is the base for some of the most meaningful friendships i have today so idk this new content just brought all that back

(@kabookachowiced love you)

Himeko: I'm sorry you kids had to witness such a fight.

March 7th: That was a fight?

Himeko: Are you kidding? Welt said "You'll have to excuse me" instead of "Please excuse me." May as well spit in my face.

I THOUGHT I WAS ABOUT TO BE A FATHER.....SHOOK ME TO THE CORE IM STILL A KID

I started watching Dead Boy Detectives with my best friend (@witchinatree) and I can confidently say that if i wasn't gay enough I certainly am now, When they introduced Monty I started giggling like crazy

March 7th, bursting into the room, holding her camera: You two are having sex!

Dan Heng, not looking up from his book: Really? Caelus, why didn’t you tell me? I would have put my book down.

@witchinatree is currently reading out loud to me and @adcar

God I fucking hate Olaf the snowman so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he's in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid lumpy face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking legs? Who the hell makes a snowman with legs. His dumb flaily fucking twig arms? His shitty, lumpy bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking SNOW BUCK TOOTH that no snowman has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Olaf or an Olaf gif or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. "Bhurr blur, I'm Olaf the fuckshit snow fucker, I like warm hugs". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like Tow Mater summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking twig hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking lumpy carrot nose and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene he's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know he's just a shitty fucking side character in a stupid fucking children's movie, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Shitstick the snow dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking nose. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional snowman

Waiting waatiiing waaaating waaaaaaaaaaaatiiiiiiiinnnnnngggg oooooo