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*beginning to suspect my roommate is a pulley* hey man would you mind picking up this big crate by changing the direction of applied force, thereby reducing the force needed? no reason

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and hast thou slain the jabberwock?

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1/∞ times Gus matched Shawn's freak.

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state of you // 花城

qifrey cover redraw! because i realized what's better than drawing blorbo once is drawing blorbo four times

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More sickeningly sweet domestic stuff

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this line delivery has lived in my head for 10 years

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I’m losing my FUCKING MIND

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maybe some things are better left unsaid.

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PLAGUE! PLAGUE! PLAGUE! PLAGUE!

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a rather unfortunate hobby of mine is recreating undertale/deltarune songs so that i can replace the melody with megalovania. i dont know why i do this

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btw you guys ever think about Shedinja? i didn't know this before i raised one but Shedinja is created (separated??) from Nincada/Ninjask with the same moveset, same personality... i took it to have its friendship evaluated and the woman in Verdanturf confirmed: my Shedinja knows me. it loves me. though seemingly just created, it has memories of me, and maybe even memories of being a Nincada.

and yet, Nincada's evolved form is standing right there next to Shedinja. Ninjask is the completed form, the imago, with that exact same love, those exact same memories. until that moment of evolution, the two were one Pokémon.

i can't stop wondering. what must that be like? what must it feel like, being the ghost of a living being? finding yourself empty, outside your biological body, but your body is still there and the one inhabiting it is still you? and what does Ninjask feel, seeing eyes peering out from the shell of its old form, and then finding that those eyes are its own?

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this is the funniest line delivery ever oh my god

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[muttering to myself as I rifle through ancient tomes and scrolls] girl on girl... girl on girl... [getting increasingly agitated] where is it. WHERE IS IT!!! DAMN AND BLAST!!! [throws a dagger across the room, slitting my lackey's throat and embedding in the center of a mural of a lily flower. the flower depresses into the wall, and an unseen mechanism begins to click. the wall opens up, revealing rows of shelves stacked high with dusty old tomes.] [I walk into the room, kicking my lackey's corpse out of the way] [I pick up a book and leaf through it] [it's yaoi]