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[gameraboy]

“A Sticky Situation” (1960) by Carl Barks

[bogleech]

I like how advertising is literally still exactly as sexist as they’re joking about in this comic from 54 years ago.

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Update

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I think Princess Zelda lost her pregnancy :( Or else she gave birth and killed the babies, which is particularly sad because Samus is the one who impregnated her. At any rate she isn’t pregnant anymore.

To recap for anyone who missed it, Samus was found dead behind the castle a couple of weeks ago. Link died not long after that, so it’s just been Zelda, Bayonetta, and Pikachu chilling out with some snails. 

Of course, none of those three can impregnate each other so no one is pregnant or coupled off right now. Pikachu’s babies are growing well. There are six still living. There were seven, but one escaped and Bayonetta ate it. 

Because of course these updates always have to involve someone eating someone else. *sigh*

[quasahi]

excuse me what

[zizibutik]

[zizibutik]

UPDATE: THOSE ARE OP’S FISHES

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Blogging about my aquarium is fun

[osakasshitpit]

What the FUCK I really thought this was about shitty fanfics

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[dailytweets]

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[ikimaru]

oh no

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[mcccree]

lance, from the childrens tv show, voltron: *exists*

all of you, collectively: (draw him like this)

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Anonymous asked:

On a scale of 1-100, how do you rate eachother?

askrougamy answered:

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[thetenk]

boss fight

[isa-ghost]

CATCH MY ASS JAMMIN OUT TO THIS SHIT

[hufflepufftrax]

Legendary post!

[vertia-the-green]

Boss music when you fight the king of the gummy bears

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[chaoticbilatte]

gotta love these parallels

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buyn asked:

4... uh. Pick something you need in your life.

ofsteel answered:

“There needs to be three times this many chairs!” Peach begged, high heels click-clacking as she scurried around the giant hall. “And while you’re ordering more chairs, they need to be much softer, too. Our guests are royal delegates, important people, friends and family…we can’t have them sitting on lawn furniture!” 

The shy guys followed her around, silently nodding and furiously scribbling on clipboards as her voice grew more and more frantic. “The curtains aren’t right, either. There’s too much red and black. This is a union of two entire civilizations; not just one of Bowser’s birthday parties. I need pinks! Yellows! Happy colors!”

“Sire,” one of the shy guys squeaked, turning from Peach to Bowser, who was slowly trailing behind the group. “Sire, didn’t you pick out these curtains?”

Bowser rolled his eyes. “I told you, Peach’s choices go. She said ‘yes’ to my marriage, I’m saying ‘yes’ to her wedding. No matter how pastel and cushiony she wants it.”

"Bowser,” Peach sighed, spinning around and looking absolutely horrified, “Bowser, we’re supposed to be agreeing! Not just…surrendering! Marriage is about compromise, not power.”

Looking over his fiancée, Bowser could see she was stressed. Her hair wasn’t in perfect shape, she was wringing her hands and playing with the engagement ring, shoulders hunched forward instead of held back and regal. He sighed and waved off the hoard of Shy Guys. “Shoo. Get out of here, I need to talk with my future queen.”

“Bowser, the wedding plans-”

“Can wait until after we talk,” he promised. The shy guys were already scampering away, leaving Bowser and Peach alone in the giant room. He stepped forward, taking Peach’s tiny hands and engulfing them in his. “Peach, our wedding is going to be perfect. Do you know why?”

She was quiet for a moment, looking away from Bowser. When she met his dark eyes, she smiled, knowing what he was going to say. “Because it’s us?”

“Dang right because it’s us. In my wildest dreams, all I ever saw for my wedding was you standing there, saying ‘I do’. I never saw the chairs, or the cake, or the tux, or the stupid ice sculpture. I just saw your face with your perfect blue eyes and perfect pink lips. So this place could be draped in pink fur for all I care…as long as you’re the bride, it’s perfect. I love you.” He bent down, pressing his warm lips against her forehead. 

Peach looked up at Bowser and smiled, pulling herself against his body for a hug. “I know, I love you, too. I just want this wedding to be about the both of us, you know?”

"Well…then…we can put some killer black spikes in with the pink fur or something,” Bowser offered. Peach laughed, her body shaking against Bowser’s. “Just don’t worry about it, Princess. My future Queen.”

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[xioone]

Well,

You can catch me crying in the club😭😭💜