Bit of help?
I’ve got this Sonic fan character here, but no name for him. He’s a cynical bearded vulture who will do what he feels as right to get the job done. Any means necessary.

I’ve got this Sonic fan character here, but no name for him. He’s a cynical bearded vulture who will do what he feels as right to get the job done. Any means necessary.

“Trump once again accused Amazon of taking advantage of the US Postal Service, and he suggested that Amazon does not pay its fair share of tax.”
Where’s that onion article about that one asshole you hate making a good point
Heya guys! I recently reached 3000 followers on this account!!!! I made a sketchdump to thank you all :^)
That video game moment when you think you died but you survive and the moment you register that you’re still alive you fuck up and die
I want a story about a king whose son is prophesied to kill him so the king is like “whatever what am I supposed to do, kill my own kid wtf is wrong with you” so he just raises him as normal, doesn’t even tell him about the prophecy, and instead of some convoluted twist of events that leads to the king’s murder the son grows up and when the king is very old and dying and in excruciating pain the kid is just like alright I'mma put him out of his misery.
The king’s son becomes the new king, and is prophesied to defeat evil and bring an age of prosperity. His generals and knights all crack their knuckles but he pretty much ignores them and focuses on strengthening the infrastructure of his kingdom. Forty years later he is old and sick but still hearing his subjects’ grievances, and a general’s like “how will you defeat the prophesied evil now? You’re old and weak.” Another visitor, a teenager fresh out of the kingdom’s public education system, looks at the general like he is an ignoramus. The king eradicated poverty, housed the homeless, taught the ignorant, ended class exploitation by abolishing the nobility and imprisoning the corrupt, and established a highly respected guild of doctors that recently figured out how to cure the plague. There are no brigands because there is enough wealth for everyone to live comfortably; hiding in the woods and taking trinkets from people simply doesn’t make any sense for anyone but the desperate, and the people are not desperate. Evil is a weed, explains the teenager. It grows in cracked roads and crumbling houses and forgotten corners, rooted in indifference and watered by suffering. But the king demands that broken things be mended and suffering people be made well.
No evil lives in this kingdom, says the teenager. It starved to death before I was born.
Every once in a while, when I’m feeling down, I go and look at the notes on this post and they make me feel a lot better. This is the energy I want to carry into 2018.
therapist: how have you been this week? making any progress?
me, rotting on her couch:
therapist: knock knock! anybody home?
me:

Don’t you just love when men mistake uncomfortable laughter as being flirtatious or coy

A lot of them know damn well you’re actually uncomfortable, they just don’t give a shit
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oop there it is
still getting used to drawing his hair, is sorta hard oajlkhjghfgf
My bosses just showed me a picture of an apparent ghost they saw while walking around and it looks so fuckin fake