Lament for a Troll Factory
reblog if you’ve killed a man.

racydoctorsteel:

put a gun against his head

pulled my trigger, now he’s dead.

DOC HOW COULD YOU

toysoldierconfessions:

Professor Jimmy Blue’s family is hoping to raise money for his funeral. Anything you can give them (including a signal boost of the fundraiser) would be fantastic.

An address has also been posted on TSU to which you can send your gifts and condolences to his family.

~Hedo

It’s good that Utopia is so close to Living Island and Lidsville but shouldn’t it also be super close to the Land of the Lost?

It’s good that Utopia is so close to Living Island and Lidsville but shouldn’t it also be super close to the Land of the Lost?

Hedo - Hedo's Cupcake Prose, Chapter One
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Okay we have a problem.

racydoctorsteel:

So I baked these cupcakes last night as an experiment and, like an ass, I ate one… Well a few.. Okay maybe all of them. And now I haven’t been feeling well. I’ve been getting moodswings and I’ve been vomiting all morning. I think I’m mpreg.

OH MY GOD

(I have a read-a-long somewhere and I now have an excuse to post it hold on RacyDoc~)

Doc’s slightly less successful cousin, Mr. Titanium?

Doc’s slightly less successful cousin, Mr. Titanium?

rose-jane-noble:

This song came on while I was watching the ritual first appearance of the new Pope.  It was terrifying.

That…

that is beautiful

tyrantofmobius:

WhAt Do YoU tHiNk Of ThIs OnE’s ApPrOaCh, DoCtOr…?

His grasp of the proper way to manipulate lesser minds is commendable, and the tactics employed to that end are indeed innovative and useful. 

However, in the end he is simply proposing a fool’s paradise. So long as the subjects of his regime are allowed to think for themselves, there will always be the chance for rebellion and violence. His plan relies on the idea that all creatures think hedonism to the be the purest pursuit, or a sustainable one at that. 

Whatever promise he shows, in the end he is simply a deluded toy-maker, trying his hand at a plan that can only exist so long as he keeps the drooling sub-sentient sacks of protoplasm he seeks dominion over happy.

Close, but no cigar I’m afraid.  

wut

racy-doctor-steel:

piekna-kobieta:

racy-doctor-steel:

missturdle:

i believe i can flyyyyyyy

i believe I can touch the skyyyy

i think about it every night and dayyyyyy

spread my wings and I’ll fly awaaaayy

Well.
Now we know where Doc went.

Well.

Now we know where Doc went.