Maribelle. March 17, 1995.
1.21 gigawatts. Hufflepuff. AARmy. MCRmy. Blink. Otaku. Bibliophile. Guitar, bass, drums, marimba, piano, a little alto sax. Wannabe stacker. Hobbit. Unhealthy food. Base coat, brushes, dotting tools, top coat. Fanfics, bandfics. Doodily ding dong tick tock. Down side of the Schwartz. Slorgs, stamps, & plushies. But none of it in that order. =) I swear I reblog stuff, I just stuff it all in my queue. [[If I use a picture/gif/anything that belongs to you, and you want me to take it down/give credit/source it, PLEASE let me know.]]
It’s so sweet how skwisgaar carried around chunks of pickles’ hair instead of throwing them out how nice of him
“I don’t know who’s I am. Am I a God or man? I was birth from a spectres a ghost in the night. Could it be? That the Gods gave me my life? If it’s true then I’m no man! I’m a Gods that’s what I ams! I was built to spread my light upon the wombs of this worlds and I spray my holiness onto the breast of this girls! I’m no Man! So I gives the gifts of life to make more Gods likes what’s I ams I’m a God!!!”
Skwisgaar: Wait stops I’m coming with!
Nathan: Skwisgaar… Are you sure?
Skwisgaar: Yes you were right im not a normal human… I’m a God!
Murderface: Move over Pickles let Skwisgaar in
Pickles: I am.
Murderface: No you’re not! Get out of here you belong in a garbage can!
(flash back “get outta here you belong in a garbage can!”)
Pickles: I don’t belong in a garbage can! You belong in a garbage can! You belong!
Toki:Take that! Finish hims off!
EPIC GUITAR SOLO