Anonymous asked: you know I really want someone to write a story explaining how you ended up here instead of the Cartoon Universe where you clearly originated- like, your uncanny ability to accurately write any character/series (Wander Over Yonder, Osomatsu-san, Disney ducks, Gravity Falls, Ace Attorney etc. etc. etc.), your inability to survive the laws of physics and endearingly elastic expressions and personality? all the evidence is there! I just can't figure out why you had to leave!
hgjhfsk omg (well heck I mean if someone figures it out maybe I’ll have a hope in hell of getting back there)
everyone loves the trope of heroes being stuck in a room that’s steadily filling with water, right? aka more of this idiocy
(well okay obviously Luke and Maya would be able to solve the puzzle from the outside that’s how these things work)
-“What an odd looking bird.” Thought Tarquin, and quite understandably too, for it was a very odd looking bird indeed. It was quite unlike anything the little pig had seen before, with sweet-wrapper wings all shaped like a boomerang, and a tail split into two long paddles.
It circled around the farmstead, banking as it began its descent, and as it lowered it only became more odd, for there was actually very little about it that was bird-like at all. It seemed to be a very ungainly shape, and yet, when it finally came in to land, it was not with a crash and a bump and a complicated tumble (as Tarquin had expected), but with a rather satisfying sort of ‘flump’.
“Hello.” Said the odd looking bird.
“Hello.” Replied the pig, watching the strange new creature folding up its wings with great interest. It appeared to be too absorbed in looking around to notice his staring, so he continued to do so. “Are you lost?”
“Oh yes, yes…” The answer came in an absent, gentle voice. The sort of voice one could listen to for a very long time without getting tired of it at all. “-but I really don’t mind it, you know.”
gorillaprutt:
Translating The Property of Hate
Me: “We can’t dilly dally”…
Friend: what the heck does that mean
Me: it means-
Friend: we can’t have sex? is that what it means? Henny, what are you translating
Me: Elin no
Friend: are you translating hentai
Me: i am most certainly not translating hentai
you know this idea makes the song ‘and don’t Dilly Dally on the way’ much more entertaining
Oh my god I actually sent Bunny a message about maybe animating something and he replied and so I sent them an email about it and I’m sort of really regretting it now but not but I am but I’m going to pass out and why isn’t there any oxygen in this room any more that’s just not fair.
ariajadefang:
steampoweredrocket:
As finished as I’m going to take it!
Mr. Reed: If you and The Jon didn’t try to toss the Spine down the trash shute pretending he was the Ring and the shute was Mt. Doom, we wouldn’t be sitting here.
Rabbit: It s-s-seemed like a good idea at the time…
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^^^yes that
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miraclemango:
hey mod
Well, it’s a pretty good piece of advice if the guy has a tv for a head at any rate.
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chalseldyn:
So I was rereading TPoH when suddenly I got to this panel
and remembered this extra from Mod.
NOOOOOO ;A;
I’m having feels and I’m not even sure if I’m supposed to be having feels or if I’m just reading too much into this or
Reblogging without comment WATCHA GONNA DO ‘BOUT IT.
