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my favorite AITA ruling comments
I’m a fan of this one.
would like to add this one
things i will not shut up about actually
#pokeani#pokemon#like! dead ass alder is my favorite champion and i'm so upset his womanizing first impression is what the majority of people think of him#like! bro! he's a wandering champion who teaches people the importance of bonding with their pokemon and the fun and joy of battle!!!#he's a generalist trainer with a variety of mons and is a free spirit!#but also has lots of thoughts about the future and leaving things to the next generation!#makes me upset that BW didn't capitalize on that because deadass alder is in fact the type of champion that i can see ash being one day#like. come ONNNNNNNNN#bw anime
she's MIDDLE AGED she's DIVORCED she hits people with GIANT HAMMERS she has a WEIRD RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD she HAS A SQUAD OF SILLY GUYS she's tormented by HORRORS BEYOND HER UNDERSTANDING and most importantly shes BUTCH. i didn't say a name but she popped into your head didn't she
ok wait im obsessed with this actually
I'm convinced that if Yuma had died during the labyrinth duel between Astral and Black Mist, he would've turned into a barian bc he's got that chaos in him + that would be an incredibly tragic death which seems to be the prerequisite to becoming a barian
One day I'll write a fanfic exploring this idea but ADHD brain go brr, I rarely finish what I start!! I need to plan so much lmfao
Opened my old phone and have, indeed, discovered the one-stop shop reaction image for this entire month.
Humanity has finally reached the stars and found out why no one had contacted us. The universe is in a sad state. As such, Doctors without Borders, Red Cross, and many othe charities go intergalactic.
The thing the recruiters don’t tell you about space battles is that you die slowly.
Ships don’t blow up cleanly in flashes and sparks. Oh, if you’re in the engine room, you’ll probably die instantly, but away from that? In the computer core, or the communications hub? You just lose power. And have to sit, air going stale and room slowly cooling, while you wait to find out if the battle is won or lost.
If it’s lost, nobody comes for you.
It had been about half a day (that’s a Raithar day, probably a bit shorter than yours) and Kvala and I were pretty sure we had lost. Kvala was injured, Traav and I were dehydrated and exhausted, and Louv was dead, hit by shrapnel when the conduits blew.
Most fleets give you something, of course. For Raithari, it’s essence of windgrass. I looked at the vial.
“It’s too soon,” Traav said.
Kvala gestured negation, shakily. She had been burned when conduits blew, and her feathers were charred, and her leftmost eye was bubbly and blind now. Even if we were rescued, she probably wouldn’t survive. “You know we’re losing the war.”
They couldn’t deny that. “It doesn’t mean we lost the battle.”
“Doesn’t it? The Chreee have better technology. Better resources. And they have their warrior code. They don’t care if they die.”
“We can’t give up!” Traav protested. They were young, a young and reckless thar who had listened to a recruiting officer and still believed scraps of what they had been told. “Any heartbeat now—”
There was a clunk. Something had docked with our fragment of the ship.
“You see?!” Traav crowed triumphantly.
Kvala exchanged glances with me. The Chreee never bothered to hunt down survivors. What was the point, after all?
The Aushkune did.
There weren’t supposed to be Aushkune here. They were supposed to hide in nebulas.
But if there were—
If there were, we were too late. The windgrass couldn’t possibly destroy our nervous systems in time to stop the corpse-reviving implants, and once you were implanted, it was over—or it would never be over, depending on how you looked at it and whether Aushkune drones were aware of anything—
Footsteps.
Bipedal. The Aushkune were supposed to be bipedal.
And then the blast door opened, and a figure stood in it. My first thought was, robot? That’s almost worse than Aushkune . . . But no, it was a being in some sort of suit.
Who wore suits?
“Friendly contact,” the suit’s sound system blared, as the being moved over to Kvala. “Urgent treatment. Evacuation.”
“Who are you?” Kvala struggled upright.
Despite the primitive suit, the blocky being was using up-to-date medical scanners. “Low frequency right angle shape,” it explained—or maybe didn’t explain. Two more figures came into the room and put Kvala firmly onto a stretcher.
“You’re with the Chreee, aren’t you?” Kvala was not at all happy to be on a stretcher.
“Not Chreee,” the sound system said. “You Man. Soil Starship Nichols.” The being hesitated. “Rescue Chreee as well. On ship. Will separate.”
“You what?” I said faintly. Who would do that?
“Oath,” the being explained.
“What kind of oath? To what deity?”
The shoulders of the being moved up and down. “Several different. Also none. For me, none. Just—oath.”
I exchanged glances with Traav, who looked as unsettled as I was. I had never, ever heard of groups cooperating when they couldn’t even swear to or by the same power.
The being scanned me. “Have water,” it said. “Recommend.”
Raithari have fast metabolisms. I could—would—die of thirst quickly, and painfully.
“Where will you take us,” Traav asked, “after you give us water?”
“Raithari to Raithar. Chreee to Chreeeholm.”
“Chreeeholm would kill them for failing,” Traav remarked.
The being hesitated, and then said, “War news sometimes bad. Sometimes lie.”
We had learned long ago not to believe the recruiting officers, but what did that have to do with anything?
“And you—what?” I asked. “Just fly around looking for battles and rescuing victims?”
The being seemed to consider this. “Best invention of soil,” it said finally.
Most of what it was saying didn’t make any sense. Did it worship soil? But it had said that it had sworn to no deity . . .
Madness.
On the other hand—war was a deliberate, rational act by deliberate, rational people, and I wanted no more of it. So why not embrace madness and see what happened?
“Soil Starship—Rrikkol?” I asked, stumbling over the word.
“Yes. Soil Starship Nichols.”
I followed the being in the suit.
Took me well over a minute to realize "low frequency right angle shape" was Red Cross.
This whole thing is brilliant with translation stuff.
Anyway if you see this you have to reblog and tag with a delight from ur day -- even the littlest thing counts
I love that he apparently got the job because he looked so pathetic that children truly believed he would be unable to solve puzzles created by a cartoon dog without their assistance.
Hey I have good news for everyone.
Cringe culture literally does not exist outside of the internet.
I take my Minecraft backpack to college and I get tons of compliments on it. My boss’s son plays Minecraft and he’s elated to have a “resident Minecraft expert.”
Lots of things that fall under “cringe” are very dear to me and my friends. Good people recognize and celebrate that passion, no matter what it’s for.
cringe culture exists online and in high school, that’s literally it
cringe culture exists
online and in high school, that’s
literally it
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
Literally one time I was on an airplane and this 50 year old dude noticed my pokeball phone charger and it turned out he was a big pokemon fan who used to work on card development and gave me a rare pack of German misprinted pokemon cards because he was flying to visit a pokemon merch unwrapping youtuber channel so being public with your interests can be good actually
Build-a-bear employees love when I enthusiastically make a new friend. When I made my Donatello 100 years ago the lady working there asked me “IS DONNIE YOUR FAVORITE?” with a huge smile on her face. I brought him on an airplane for support and the old lady in line in front of me thought it was very sweet that I had a ninja turtle.
Kids especially think it’s so cool when adults Love Things. Kids at my old job went bananas when they learned I play Pokémon. Also, adults in general think it’s cool to Like Things. A Walmart cashier in her 60s complimented my ita bag the other day.
Cringe is dead. If you think it still lives for even a second, KILL IT.
#my classroom has become the dedicated Gamer Space(TM) after some students found out i love pokemon and ygo#i went from mid-year new substitute in an empty classroom to a dedicated lunch bunch spot in like...two weeks#show that you like things! it makes you more human to the kids!!!!#they'll engage with you!!!!#they'll try harder!!!!!#they'll remember you and i guarantee you will have made their day#be cool embrace interests
You ever think about how Farigiraf is the same height as Arceus?
funnytwittertweets
Fieri
mario and luigis relationship is so important to me its literally like. you ask luigi about mario and hes like "i'm marios right hand arm. man. i'm mario's everything. his best friend. his confindante. his silly rabbit" only like if you told mario he said that and he'd be like "yeah that's exactly it ^_^"
interview
If you haven’t changed your url in years tell me why as someone in your same boat it’s for science