my little cousin got bit by a house spider and she was crying so i went to get some stuff to soothe and numb it but before i could even walk out the door i heard her quietly whisper ‘i can’t handle the responsibility of being spiderman’
Cr1tikal: *look at death itself in the face*
Cr1tikal: *monotone sarcastic voice voice* oh no..
basically my life can be summed up in alternating periods of Linda Belcher’s “Alriiiiight!” and Bob Belcher’s “Oh my god”
imagine your otp meeting each other for the first time, at night, in the woods, while both trying to dispose of their freshly killed corpses