yahargul:

yahargul:

popular 18-23yr old streamer who never had a real job before: i can’t believe im expected to be professional by people who are paying and investing in me

twitch fans who are 15-20 and also never had a job: i can’t believe you’re being persecuted like this. please take my parents money

streamer whose entire personality revolves around being validated by teenagers: thanks make sure you hit that top tier sub so i have enough money to cover my fines cause i have no intention of learning any sort of lesson

@ everyone reblogging this wondering if this is about pewdiepie, logan paul, xqc, or any other white dude with a camera in this face: you’re right. you’re all correct

messageinthecrystal:

bitchy-babydoll:

bvblittlegirl:

skinnywnb:

cameoskin:

sports-and-everything-else:

strangenewclassrooms:

pencilblots:

maryburgers:

maryburgers:

riskpig:

luthienebonyx:

telanu:

britney2007spears:

hoodoo-hoodlum:

I’m so mad because this worked

help me roger

Reblogging myself because

Originally posted by gifs-for-the-masses

Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?

O_O

………my friend has made me curious

help me roger

Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director

These never work for me, but here’s to trying.

  1. I don’t believe in these things
  2. But last time I reblogged one ten/fifteen minutes later I got a call offering me a job
  3. But I reblogged it because I was waiting on hearing back from the job. So there you go.
  4. Roger is cute.

lets see if this works

pls Roger

Please help Roger

please Roger I need you

Sometimes when you reboot roger it doesn’t happen fast, but now I’m pulling in triple the income I had before

Roger is always the best. I love you, Roger. You’re so good to me.

megamaz:

samwellhaus:

bangawang:

championofvael:

“I love that character,” I say as I come up with upsetting headcanons for them. “Absolutely adore them,” I tell you as I bunny up sad story ideas for them. “They’re my favorite,” I sigh as I pick the most depressing songs for a playlist for them.

“I just want them to be happy,” I insist as I write horribly angsty oneshots centered around their misery.

“My son,“ I say as I think warmly about his broken body huddled on the ground.

“I love you so much”, I say, as I fill them with self hatred.

I feel attacked