we had an entire fairly odd parents episode on why this is a bad idea
wait which one was that?
magic watch lets timmy turn back time and try anything as many times as he wants
to be fair i dont remember what it was that made it go wrong
Vicky ended up getting CosmoWatch and Timmy has Wanda become a watch that only works for him as Vicky and Timmy repeatedly mess up the timeline to fuck with each other, usually involving cats. Vicky ends up hit by a school bus.
nvm i take it back. great idea
i just rewatched (pun intended) the episode to see what happened, so yeah as long as it only works for me we good. should we redo this post?
Now, I don’t want to eat babies. I have no interest in eating babies. BUT, I feel we shouldn’t have these restrictions on eating children. It allows extra opportunities, and provides healthy competition in baby eating. Now, I repeat I won’t eat babies, but I feel the option should be open. After all, I wouldn’t be spending a great deal of money trying to repeal laws against cannibalizing the youth if I actually wanted to eat babies. I won’t. I don’t. But I think I should be allowed to without restriction.
can I legally have my body divided into fifths upon my death and be buried in five separate cemeteries
That just made me think of something. If you have multiple personalities and they all wanted to be buried in seperate cemeteries wyd??? Would the body be split up or would ppl go against their wishes and bury them in one cemetery???
thats not why I’m doing this but thats an interesting question too
now i want to actually put each sign in the color in a giant image
Hex RGB codes from Wikipedia when available (either from individual color pages, colors by shade, or colors by name). An asterisk (*) denotes a color not on Wikipedia (or not specified there); two (**) means that I couldn’t find anything in 5 hours of searching so I made it up. A plus (+) means it’s also a mineral or gemstone.
I’ve left many of the gemstones without a color just because they can vary so much. I’ve also added the three missing signs in italics.
Some of these names denote very specific colors, while others denote very large ranges (purple, green, blue etc.), so take with a grain of salt.
Even if you don’t like Halloween you have to appreciate its position as the sole thing keeping Christmas from advancing even earlier into the year like a cancerous growth
gamzee’s haters: gamzee has no emotions. he is evil and cares nothing about anybody. he’s never felt bad about anything he’s done and he only cares about himself.
literal canon:
gamzee is a sweetie when hes not being controled by stronger spider 8itch or big buff pickle douche
Reminder: Don’t let your brain bully you, sometimes our minds are cruel to us. You deserve to live, you deserve to eat, you deserve to express your feelings. People do like you! You’re doing a pretty good job, and you are worth more than you give yourself credit for.
And this is how The End is stopped. Not by the gods or goddesses, the other races than man, no. It is Tumblr. As a mass running after a now confused and tail tucking Fenrir, whining softly as the crowd chants “PUPPER! PUPPER! PUPPER!”
Better yet: Fenrir escapes his chains and lopes forward to destroy the earth, and is met by a crowd of people. An army, Fenrir thinks, and bares his teeth in a ferocious snarl and charges toward them.
They cheer.
Wait … cheer?
Fenrir slows, confused. He smells no fear, senses no rage. This is … a very strange army.
The first hand—weaponless!—reaches for him; he tenses, ready to tear the offending limb to shreds, and lets out a high little yippy whine when it pats him about the ears.
Immediately the noise is reproduced by some four or five of the nearest humans; he smells excitement; more hands are patting him.
It’s nice.
The humans crowd around him, patting him and scritching him and shuffling around to give others a chance. Voices coo, and make puppy noises, and someone catches just the right spot and he cocks his leg and scratches himself, drawing a multitude of oohs and ahhs and cheers and squees.
At some point, his hunger awakens at the scent of burnt flesh; a human has brought him what he later learns is a hot dog; he swallows it in one bite, to more cheering, and looks around hopefully for more.
It is not long before more is bought: steaks and Big Macs and bacon; it seems like much of the group has brought him a snack of some kind and was hoping for a chance to give it to him.
The End of the World is supposed to be at hand, but Fenrir does not care. His hunger sated, his battle-lust swept away by a tide of gently petting hands, he rolls over, careful not to crush his many companions, and takes a nap.
“Who’s a good boy?” they ask him, over and over.
Is this some psychological warfare, he wonders, designed to undermine his confidence and remind him that he is nothing more than a monster who needs to be chained?
“Who’s a good boy, huh, huh?” “Who’s my good boy?” “
And then one of them answers the question for him.
“You are!”
‘Me?’ he thinks. But if there was any doubt, she confirms it.
“You are, yes you are.”
Fenrir’s tongue hangs out of his mouth as he grins. ‘I’m a good boy!’
This would work. Fenrir was betrayed by gods that he trusted; they feared his strength and tricked him into accepting being bound because he trusted Tyr, his friend. (Loki was not directly involved in selling out his own son; usually Loki is involved any time someone gets tricked by the Aesir, but it’s notable that he was not, here.) The deal was that Tyr would put his arm in Fenrir’s mouth to prove that the gods were acting in good faith when they tied Fenrir up to “let him prove he could break the chain”; when he couldn’t break the chain, the gods refused to free him, and Fenrir bit Tyr’s arm off, because that was the deal.
So Fenrir has a serious rageboner going on against the Aesir and all of creation; that’s why he wants to eat the sun and end existence. A huge number of humans validating him, praising him, petting him and giving him yummy treats might actually convince him that, while the Aesir are still assholes and would deserve it if he ate them, he should not eat the sun because Midgardians are totally cool and give him petties.
people always talk about how trans people are such a small part of the population but like listen my dudes i guarantee you if the subject of gender was actually properly taught and talked about, if there wasn’t such a massive taboo behind the entire subject, there would be so many more people IDing as different forms of trans and there would be so many less confused and sad people out there
i spent so much of my life going “god i wish i was a girl” never knowing it was an option to just Be A Girl and i know there’s SO many people out there experiencing the same thing
In the intro, it’s Cuphead who acts foolishly and causes the conflict, which makes Mugman the wiser of the two, and immediately makes him the straight man to Cuphead’s antics.
Hes like luigi. younger, player two and clearly the more responsible, sensible and powerful brother.
