i dont think i ever posted this here but i adore the idea of splicing together bumper stickers
CASEY REPRESENTATION YAY!!!!!!
you are under no obligation, but perhaps you should draw casey von salamancer
cute cute cute little baby
Mello didnt survive death note because he wasnt autistic enough
* body language masterlist
* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does
* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes
* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said
* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again
* some more body language help
(hope this helps some ppl)
you ever think about how dally died feeling like he failed johnny, not only that he failed to protect him but also failed him by protecting him
this is so based
did i ever tell yall that one time i got into a physical fight in elementary school. and it was like, 4th grade so people were physically fighting, but not actually genuinely punching each other and stuff. it just looked like an awkward wrestle for about thirty seconds.
one time i was basically enlisted to fight someone cause i got into an argument with them during class. it was ridiculous, it was over playdoh, but this dude ripped up my playdoh assignment and i drew a picture of him getting stomped on and it was a whole thing, and everyone wanted us to fight Real Bad.
and i'll preface by saying i was a weird kid (and now i'm still weird). like my therian stuff is not a recent thing i was feeling canine back then too. i was the type to look off in the distance at recess imagining being a wolf or walk on all fours underneath tables where i thought people couldn't see me.
so the fight comes around and i don't really know what's happening. also it's not that impressive. it's in a dirty hallway and there's like half our class watching us, and they all look bored cause neither me or this dude are doing anything, we're both just Looking at each other.
and then he lunges towards me, like - faking a punch, i guess. and my dumb 10 year old therian ass went, oh yes, i know what to do in this situation. i get down on the ground and start BARRELING towards him at full speed, on all fours completely uncoordinated. my teeth are bared and hella crooked and i'm making some sort of weird evil guttural noise.
i have never seen someone look that scared in my life.
when i say he took off down the hall i mean took off. i mean started running and looking back like, holy bejeezus what the frick this weird autistic dog not-girl is going to bite my ankles off. the class that's watching is also like, what the heck and they start backing away. and of course one of them freaks and starts screaming for the teacher.
i got lunch detention for 3 days.
Today Marvin stopped having giddy seizures. He's grown and has mental breakdowns now.