creepy-marshmallow:

Everyone who is reading this: I’m so glad you’re alive. I’m so proud of you. You are loved. I’m here. Don’t give up, we’re almost there.

Pass it on.

septic-dr-schneep:

I’ve discovered that Jack says a lot of things that are completely unrelated to his Egos but somehow still sum them up! :3

Anti: “Everybody runs faster with a knife!” – SuperHOT VR  (Oculus Rift Virtual Reality)

Jackieboy: “What did you do? Did you do things over here? Are you gonna come back and kill me? Please don’t.” – 

Super Mario Maker #12 

Marvin: “Okay, we were in the bad the last time, but I figure if we do it this time we’re gonna be good! It has to be good! Raise the roof, Gandalf! C’mon, break it down!” – 

Sort The Court #4

Schneeplestein: “I don’t even need to listen to your chest! All I need to do is go up and start beatin’ you with the stethescope and you’re fine!” – Hearts Medicine Hospital Heat

Chase: “I feel like I have that childlike wonder still about things, but I also feel like I could be firm when I need to be…like a big ol’ pineapple.” – 

Would You Rather #15

Jameson: “Raise your hands! Put up your fisticuffs, young sir!” – 

SuperHOT VR  (Oculus Rift Virtual Reality)

ererishipper16:

kingsketchdoodle:

sourmints-patch:

itsfortissimo:

geshi–time:

kitty-chan17985:

furrr4:

obnoxiously-phan:

annoyedvertigo:

mimi-shake-draws:

catchaglimpseofalleble:

clloudy:

flustered-custard:

silentshivers:

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person.

ALL OF YOU.

no limit, no one skipped. EVERY PERSON WHO REBLOGS THIS.

DON’T ASK WHY, IT’LL MAKE SENSE LATER

WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN

Just wait…it’ll all make sense.

I REBLOG THIS BECAUSE I AM CURIOUS. I AM WAITING

I REBLOGGED AND IMMEDIATELY AFTER

I reblogged as a joke and i swear that it happened five minutes later omg

WHAT’S HAPPENING

WUT

uhhh

WHATS GOING ON

WHATS GOING ON

I need answers

CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHATS GOING ON??

wuts going on

incorrect-ego-quotes:

communityfireextinguisher:

incorrect-ego-quotes:

which ego is still eating turkey left overs and already had their 4th slice of pumpkin pie before 10 am. holding their plate away from other egos because “damnit i did not wrap all this food away for yall to steal”

which ego is loudly singing christmas songs while running down the hall and throwing fake snow around. so far they’re belting out “ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS ISsSsSSsS YOOooOoOOOoOooOoOOU”

which ego has already made several gingerbread houses and gingerbread people – all in the shape of other egos. eating the head off of their least favorite and staring that ego in the eye while they do it.

which ego is black firday shopping and has been trampled 12 times and also kicked in the nuts over a pair of headphones but it’s okay because they got an awesome deal on a sweet laptop

which ego is making the perfect gift for their crush/best friend. packing away things they know they’ll love and smiling as they imagine the crush’s/best friend’s face on christmas day when they open it.

which ego is already planning the new years eve party and ordering every single wine, liquor, beer, champange, and adult beverage they can find. booking music artists and renting out a club to have the most lit new years eve party ever.

which ego is being a grump and sitting in their office alone. ignoring everyone and wanting to just go home and escape the holiday cheer, “because it’s only one day after thanksgiving guys – give it a break.”

which ego brings said grumpy ego from before a cup of hot chocolate and plate of cookies. setting it down and waving at them. looking back in time to see the grumpy ego smile and take a sip of the hot chocolate and mutter, “i guess i can get use to this.”

Dr. Iplier is hoarding the food. He was really one of the only ones who helped prepare it in the first place, so he thinks it’s only fair.

Bing is in full Christmas mode. Full Christmas mode, and he wants everyone to know, damnit.

Wilford got bored and decided to get creative. So far he’s desecrated almost every ego’s gingerbread man, setting up elaborate murder scenes around them. He hasn’t touched Dark’s though, and he won’t let anyone else eat it either.

King of the squirrels was running low on peanut butter and bird feeders. God damnit, he knew he should have run out and stocked up before Thanksgiving. But now he has to brave Black Friday alone, and he’s currently scaring everyone away from the birdseed aisle with his large vocabulary of squirrel noises. “Better to be the hunter than the hunted,” he announces, standing proudly in front of a birdhouse barricade.

Yandere is making an incredible gift for his senpai, and won’t let anyone near it, lest they spoil the surprise. Everyone knows better than to interfere when he’s like this anyway, though, so Yan doesn’t have to go out of his way to hide the gift.

Bim is actually a great party planner, and wants to impress everyone this year. Even if he eventually has to kidnap them to get them there.

Dark is the grump (maybe a little obvious, but I had to). He’s generally upset at everyone in the office for not getting any work done because “you just got the day off for Thanksgiving!”

Google relates to Dark’s situation, and decides to bring him something to try to cheer him up, even though he’s pretty sure that’s impossible. But I mean, Dark’s a sucker for chocolate.

THIS IS CANON NOBODY CAN TELL ME OTHERWISE

the-real-bubblegum-bitch:

anti-septic-eye-has-returned:

the-real-bubblegum-bitch:

anti-septic-eye-has-returned:

the-real-bubblegum-bitch:

anti-septic-eye-has-returned:

the-real-bubblegum-bitch:

“Can’t say I haaave…” she wiggled her mustache a little. “By the way, Antonio, Darkie’s been looking for you, I think!”

Aǹt͢i groaned, “̶H́o̷w̧ maǹy͟ t̕im̧e̴s̴ ͟dò I̕ ̛h͞av̧e̢ t͡o̡ te̕ll͞ ̡y̶o͟u͜?͘ ̸I͞ts͝ ͡Ąnti!” he sighed, “Wher̶ȩ is Ḑar̢k ͟th͜en̛?”

“Don’t know, Anti boy, Antibiotics, Anti-banti!” She was intentionally pushing him now. “Probably brooding in his room! He does that too much.”

He scowled. Then snarled at

Wilika   "̷̢W͘͜í̴͝l̢͝l y̸͘o̷ư̵ ͏̀to͟ṕ ͝t̢hàt͝͞!҉̶?“̛͠ 

“Stop what, Anti?” She giggled, her voice dripping with a teasing tone. “I don’t know what the fuhk you mean!”

Anti glared, 

“Im̴ j͘u͜st herę lo̕o̕ḱin҉g̴ ̢f͝or̢ ̡Ro͘b̧b̕ie̕’s leg̛. ̕U͘n̨l̵ess ̡y̕òu w̛i͘l̀l͘ ̶he͡l͟p m͜e, ̕O̵r ͠te͏l͜l̴ ͜m̶e҉ ͝whe̴r͘e ͢t͞ò fi̴nd̵ ̢D́ar̛k.҉ ̢O͡r̀ ̕yo̵u̷r síb͞li͟n̨gs̀. Im̀ le͝a҉v̕in̢g͡.͢"͟ 

Wilika raised an eyebrow. “I told you, Dark’s in his room, and the other Ipliers are kinda everywhere. Except for the King and probably the Jims.

He winced as Wilika caught his mistake 

“U̡͘͝h.̴̀.͠. ̧̛I ̴g̷͏͘ơ͟͝t̵̷͞ ͜͝to̧ ̧go ͘ĺ͟oò͠k͠͏ ͠f̸́o̶̷ŕ ̵͘R̵o̡͟b̡bi̡e̷͡’̀s ̵͏le̶̶͜g̕͜͢.́̕̕"̡͞ Anti tries to rush past

the-real-bubblegum-bitch:

anti-septic-eye-has-returned:

the-real-bubblegum-bitch:

anti-septic-eye-has-returned:

the-real-bubblegum-bitch:

“Can’t say I haaave…” she wiggled her mustache a little. “By the way, Antonio, Darkie’s been looking for you, I think!”

Aǹt͢i groaned, “̶H́o̷w̧ maǹy͟ t̕im̧e̴s̴ ͟dò I̕ ̛h͞av̧e̢ t͡o̡ te̕ll͞ ̡y̶o͟u͜?͘ ̸I͞ts͝ ͡Ąnti!” he sighed, “Wher̶ȩ is Ḑar̢k ͟th͜en̛?”

“Don’t know, Anti boy, Antibiotics, Anti-banti!” She was intentionally pushing him now. “Probably brooding in his room! He does that too much.”

He scowled. Then snarled at

Wilika   "̷̢W͘͜í̴͝l̢͝l y̸͘o̷ư̵ ͏̀to͟ṕ ͝t̢hàt͝͞!҉̶?“̛͠ 

“Stop what, Anti?” She giggled, her voice dripping with a teasing tone. “I don’t know what the fuhk you mean!”

Anti glared, 

“Im̴ j͘u͜st herę lo̕o̕ḱin҉g̴ ̢f͝or̢ ̡Ro͘b̧b̕ie̕’s leg̛. ̕U͘n̨l̵ess ̡y̕òu w̛i͘l̀l͘ ̶he͡l͟p m͜e, ̕O̵r ͠te͏l͜l̴ ͜m̶e҉ ͝whe̴r͘e ͢t͞ò fi̴nd̵ ̢D́ar̛k.҉ ̢O͡r̀ ̕yo̵u̷r síb͞li͟n̨gs̀. Im̀ le͝a҉v̕in̢g͡.͢"͟ 

the-real-bubblegum-bitch:

anti-septic-eye-has-returned:

the-real-bubblegum-bitch:

“Can’t say I haaave…” she wiggled her mustache a little. “By the way, Antonio, Darkie’s been looking for you, I think!”

Aǹt͢i groaned, “̶H́o̷w̧ maǹy͟ t̕im̧e̴s̴ ͟dò I̕ ̛h͞av̧e̢ t͡o̡ te̕ll͞ ̡y̶o͟u͜?͘ ̸I͞ts͝ ͡Ąnti!” he sighed, “Wher̶ȩ is Ḑar̢k ͟th͜en̛?”

“Don’t know, Anti boy, Antibiotics, Anti-banti!” She was intentionally pushing him now. “Probably brooding in his room! He does that too much.”

He scowled. Then snarled at

Wilika   "̷̢W͘͜í̴͝l̢͝l y̸͘o̷ư̵ ͏̀to͟ṕ ͝t̢hàt͝͞!҉̶?“̛͠ 

the-real-bubblegum-bitch:

“Can’t say I haaave…” she wiggled her mustache a little. “By the way, Antonio, Darkie’s been looking for you, I think!”

Aǹt͢i groaned, “̶H́o̷w̧ maǹy͟ t̕im̧e̴s̴ ͟dò I̕ ̛h͞av̧e̢ t͡o̡ te̕ll͞ ̡y̶o͟u͜?͘ ̸I͞ts͝ ͡Ąnti!” he sighed, “Wher̶ȩ is Ḑar̢k ͟th͜en̛?”