When Phil has been working in the basement for ten hours, and you’re hungry, and you could ask for food to the neighbor who “stands for people”, but you are hungry not desperate.
The Antarctic Empire is back togethe–
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this is the happiest day of my life
65 million years…
Don’t worry, guys. Carl is clearly a brachiosaurus, which lived during the Jurassic period. (And before anyone says our lil’ boy Steve is a velociraptor and therefore puts our comic in the late cretaceous, aka the time of the comet–that lil guy could easily be a compsognathus or a caudipteryx, both Jurassic-era species of small theropod dinosaurs. So the light getting bigger every night is going to pass by harmlessly, and Steve and Carl can go on enjoying the stars together until they die of old age, since Carl has very few natural predators at his size and I bet he’ll protect Steve, if he needs it (though small, fast and carnivorous as Steve is, he probably won’t).
So it’s all good!!
That entire response explaining how these two characters didn’t die a fiery death but instead lived long and happy lives literally made my day.
I was ready to be heartbroken again. Thank you for making it happy after all.
Best ending ever
“Maybe there’s more to you then I thought.”
I just thought that conversation between Tommy and Foolish was a really good one and wanted to put it to paper. Just a couple of good lads figuring themselves out in these turbulent times.
The supervillain sighs in frustration as he looks at the group of superheroes. “Alright raise your hands if you are adults?” he said. None of them did it. “This battle is canceled and tell your mayor we need to talk! today!” he said angrily.
“What!? Come on we’re here to fucking fight you!!” One of the children snarled, and the rest murmured in agreement.
“That’s nonsense! You’re all a bunch of children. You’re what- twelve!?”
“We’re like thirteen- come on man-” they said with an embarrassed tone. “We’re not that young-”
“Are you fucking serious!? I’m an adult, you’re a bunch of children. Who’s in charge of you!??” Despite the evil things they’ve done, they’re disgusted that an adult would put a child in harms way.
“Thank you. Now go home. I’ll be having a talk with them tomorrow ab-”
“NO!!! WE’RE NOT GOING HOME UNTIL WE DESTROY YOU! WE CAN’T LET EVIL WALK THIS EARTH!”
“You’re 13. Go home and watch cartoons. You shouldn’t be putting your lives on the line for something like this!”
“No buts. Why can’t an adult fight me instead?”
“Exactly. They’re just hiding behind children for their own sake. Too selfish to care about your young lives. You should be out having fun, not risking your lives for some selfish and old people.”
The children stood silently, thinking.
“Now go home. I’ll be calling your parents.”
“WAIT NO- YOU- YOU CAN’T DO THAT!!!”
“And why not?”
“We have to keep our identitys secret!!”
The villains face wrinkled in disgust. “Oh. So they make you go out to fight these guys who are twice your size, and they didn’t even tell your fucking parents!?”
“These people make you risk everything- AND THEY DIDN’T EVEN TELL YOUR FUCKING PARENTS!” The villian sighed. “I’m so very sick of these people that run the city-”
The villian paused, to think and rub their eyes, “You might not understand how ridiculous this is but- that’s because you’re children- your easily influenced and manipulated- just please give me your parents numbers and go home. I’ll be sure that you don’t get in trouble ok?”
The children looked fearful and nervous, but eventually they gave in and did as asked. They did all agree silently to themselves that they we’re tired very often, and they’d like to go home and relax for once. They didn’t really notice how much this job had forced them to grow up, or at least forced them to try.
Maybe the villian was right, all the horrors they’d seen was maybe too much for their young minds. In admitted defeat, the children headed home to rest, while the villian waved them a surprisingly friendly good bye.
After the small heros had gone, the happy smile on the villains face had left as they turned around, striding with rage towards the phone. Their fingers grasped the phone tightly with each ring. “….I’ve got to stop these fuckers from getting these kids hurt-”
Wilbur: A Syndicate is a group of people with a singular goal. Almost like a government.
Wilbur: *Looks deadass at the camera, very knowingly*
enter techno’s “do you guys think every book club is a government” rant
these replies are alarming,,they need to open schools
i’m reblogging this version with the dictionary definitions to clarify (since people in the notes are confused) that cc!Wilbur was poking fun at people who have said that the syndicate is a government through c!Wilbur’s words. the syndicate….Very Much Isn’t A Government lmao
are you alright feels like a spiritual successor to your city gave me asthma. both talk about love and unrequitedness and feelings, but one album is lonely, played with a single guitar and a simple backing track and so full of dread - one consistent theme in its songs is that things wont get better. the other is loud, bright, and bold and even though theres still problems in the singers life, he has people around him and is living while taking the punches thrown at him. i think purposely or not, the transition between the two shows that your mental state is the number one thing that shapes how you view the world.
Gabriel may have bad taste but at least he didn’t design the most expensive hotel room aka the worst hotel room I’ve seen in my life
Dude deadass stuck a bunch of pill and butterfly stickers on every surface and called it 100K a night.
why the hell are there so many pills???? this hotel room gives me a headache it’s so confusing
I’ll make this short. Today a racist idiot burned our car completely. It can only be sold for scrap because the motor, brain and sensors are fried.
We’re a family of black latine immigrants. we did not get any stimulus checks. I was forced to drop out cause I can’t pay for college so I’m using my shop to sustain my family, and without a car this is just so, so much more difficult.
I beg of you. If you’ve ever used these:
Please. please consider boosting and/or donating. I’m in complete shambles over this.
Thank you ♥
Please donate to this if your able too, and if you can’t then please reblog
Our Aloe Vera plant got pruned, so guess what that means!!!!!
IT’S ALOE VERA JUICE TIME
Step one: get the spikes off.
This is a pile of ooh, ahh:
And this is a pile of caution:
Uhhhhhhhhhh ok so never mind, I am not making aleo vera juice after all.
Because, uh. This is the first time I’ve made it??? So I was like “oh I’ll just Google it and see if I have to cut the dark green bit off or if I can just chuck the whole thing through the machine,” and. Thank goodness I checked. Cause a) yeah you do have to cut the dark green bit off, cause it’s HECKING TOXIC, but uh. More importantly??
Turns out there’s two primary sub species of aloe. One is greenish-grey and has no spots and is good for digestive health.
And the other has pale spots on it and is fantastic for treating sunburn and is, uh. Very toxic and shouldn’t be eaten.
That…. uh. That was a close call.
Here’s the two types, for anyone interested. The kind I have is the one on the left. Aka, the non-edible one.
Me, had I drunk my homemade toxic cactus-juice:
Delectable tea, or deadly poison…
@chemicalmagecraft I need you to know that I nearly broke a rib laughing at your addition. Also, your input deserved a fully fledged meme
Google Earth is Amazing
Wait for it…
everytime. i laugh like an idiot everytime
this is a lot funnier when u know that this is the place where julius caesar got stabbed. its a cat sanctury