Rebl0g-hell

“In my youth,” reminisced the old man, scratching his beard thoughtfully, “I was quite the quirked up white boy. No one in the village could best me at busting it down sexual style.”

“And were you goated, sir?” the young boy queried.

“My dear boy, I most certainly was!” The old man chuckled, a merry twinkle in his eye. “With the sauce, I daresay.”

Wait for it.

it’s today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Look at him go

When you get hte K R O M E R

THEY’RE BAAACCKKK

me, posting stuff for over 7 different fandoms at random all on the same blog:

a new octoling oc i recently made! she’s a scavenger of the deep sea metro, and also owns an underground rave club full of sanitized octolings. fun.