we need to romanticize lying on the floor and not doing anything
op is actually napstablook from hit indie game Undertale (1915)
I MEANT 2015
playing undertale in the trenches with the lads before the Big Push
Undertale Heritage Post
will never forget when i worked in a fast food joint. some customer wrote like “86 cherries” on their mobile order, as like a pretentious way of say no cherries, but the store was run by a bunch of high schoolers who are working their first job so they collectively went “why the fuck does this guy want 86 fucking cherries” and like piled them onto his milkshake
so when i made this i didn’t expect ANY notes so i feel like an asshole now for not explaining. so incase you check the notes, 86 in restaurant terms means “unavailable or out of stock” but has kinda morphed into “omit” or “leave out”. but none of us had worked in a restaurant before, also why would you not just say “no cherries” it’s the same amount of characters to type
Man ordering food: I work in the restaurant business ;)
Children working at restaurant: this guy must really like cherries. Got something in your eye there sir
I’m going to Constantinople, that shit better not be Istanbul
You know I know I reblogged this already with a joke but—
Re the tags “transphobic parents visiting their out adult children,” it’s even MORE appropriate because we do actually know why Istanbul is no longer Constantinople. It’s because the name came from Constantine, a Roman emperor who converted to Christianity in the third century and immediately decided it was the state religion for the entire Holy Roman Empire—hence the name of that.
Thing is, he was a complete warmonger and also Türkiye hasn’t had a Christian majority in over five hundred years. The predominant religion in Türkiye is Islam—90% of voting-age people in Türkiye are Sunni Muslim—and in the third century when Constantine pulled his shit, most of the people there were pagans. Instanbul was renamed to remove the name of a force that was oppressive and no longer appropriate.
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This young man you thought was your daughter
Has a new name (Sam; he’s named for your father)
So before you say ‘now where is my daughter?’
He’s the kid you recall, barely changed at all.
Trust me ma’am, you won’t want to bother
Saying ‘you’re no son,’ if so, you’re no mother
He’s afraid today, cause you’re coming over,
And he’s telling you what he’s done
Now, you wouldn’t call Aunt Peggy ‘Margeret’
We all know she hates that name.
Promise you, Sammy feels the same
So run that back: you don’t have a daughter,
Got a son named Sam, and you are his mother
If you can’t take that, then don’t even bother
And I’m sorry to say it but it’s true,
He’ll be who is without you.
And I’m sorry to
say it but it’s true, He’ll be
who is without you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.






