“red pill or blue pill” i say. you look closer. im not holding a red pill or a blue pill. in one hand is a chuck e cheese coin and in the other is a capsule sponge toy that will turn into a purple velociraptor in your stomach.
nothing provides more relief then finding out that Tuvix isn't the ship tuvok x neelix that is somehow popular enough that everyone talks about, but is instead an episode demonstrating that everything that includes neelix ends up being horrible.
people in like, adventure movies, always have to go through a room with dart dispensers lining the walls at head level, right??? why don’t they just roll past them on the floor?
hey. what if our souls were so intertwined that time itself twisted - and the fabric of reality ripped itself apart - just to allow us to walk into the next life together hand in hand. what then
pspspsps come collect ur bot slayer badge
so turns out bears hate everyone. ha ha.
anyways, there are three of us now.
update on the clone thing: squirrels hate my double but like, they still love me? so we're gonna test this out on other animals we like to see if they can tell that my clone is an unnatural reproduction of me! i anticipate fun times :)
my gender is Yellow. its one of the three primary ones.
rewatched the final frontier yesterday so here’s three minutes of my favorite spirk moments with a little bit of bones too
the aro agenda is [REDACTED]
this is a warning to all [REDACTED] the aromantics are coming to [REDACTED] your [REDACTED] and if we have our way you'll never see a living turtle again.
you are one mobius m(obius) mobius. you love your boytoy arm candy boyfriend. one day out of the blue he has an engineering degree and seems a little stressed out. boytoy decides to go outside into some radiation famous for turning people into spagetti and/or peeling their skin off and doesn't put on a suit. he walks all the way down a walk way up to a big ol' machine and decides to grow 3 foot horns and a cape on his way down. he blows up the generator that powers your place of work. he decides to walk straight into the cosmic spaghetti it spits out, turns it into a giant glowing green tree, and you never see him again.
taking personality tests is really just me exasperatedly telling my computer about how neurodivergent i am