Just a Korean guy with too many hobbies
[ID for profile picture: A trans flag with Mitsuki’s Uncle from The Guy She Was Interested In Wasn’t A Guy At All. He is an East Asian man with pale skin, shoulder-length straight black hair, and a moustache and stubble. He grins cheekily while holding a pair of glasses, and wears a dark grey shirt, two ring earrings, and a black apron . He has thick bags under his eyes. end ID]
as if waking up from a thousand-year coma why the fuck does garfield hate mondays????? he doesn't even have a job
maybe he realizes that everyone else has a job, and absorbs all of the hatred like some sort of sponge...
Maybe Garfield protects us all from Mondays, by taking our pain upon himself...
like jesus christ
❌ Godzilla
✅ Batman (skin)
❌ Shaq
❌ Aaron Carter
❌ Abraham Lincoln
✅ Optimus Prime (skin)
❌ Scruff McGruff
❌ Jackie Chan
✅ Indiana Jones (skin)
❌ Care Bear (there's Cuddle Team Leader, but it's not branded the same way)
✅ Angels (skin)
❌ Chuck Norris
❌ Gandalf the Grey (rumored in 2022 as a "LOTR leak")
❌ Gandalf the White
❌ Monty Python and the Holy Grail's Black Knight
❌ Benito Moussilini
❌ Blue Meanie
❌ Cowboy Curtis
❌ Jambi the Genie
✅ Robocop (skin)
✅ The Terminator (skin)
❌ Captain Kirk (rumored, and there was a Kid Cudi x Star Trek collab)
✅ Darth Vader (skin)
❌ Lo Pan
✅ Superman (skin)
❌ Every single power ranger (rumored)
❌ Bill S Preston
❌ Theodore Logan (only John Wick)
❌ Spock (rumored)
✅ The Rock
❌ Doc Ock
❌ Hulk Hogan (Hulk, but no Hulk Hogan)
✅ Civilians (I guess?)
❌ Mr. Rogers
Mr. Rogers wakes up in Fortnite: He looks at the endless fields of green, the beautiful skies, the infinite rolling pastures.
He sighs, for he knows he has done it. He has reached the Lord’s soft embrace, his work all his life has been rewarded.
A person walks by, wearing the most curious clothes. An angel, perhaps? Mr. Rogers walks over, smiling, more than could have been possible on Earth.
A sound overhead. An otherwordly explosion. The angel falls, falls, down: As a group of hammer and axe-wielding demons walk by, one holding a large grenade. The others laugh and jeer, displaying obscene dances to revel in their depravity.
The angel falls. The angel dies. And Mr. Roger must weep.
As he looks to an uncaring sky, now coated with violet... He realizes, then: He is not in Heaven.
This was most certainly Hell.
”Well, if this was Hell,” He thought, loading the bright pink bubble-gun with ammo found off of his dead companion, “It’s just created its finest demon.”
