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90s Cartoons Asks
  • Rugrats: What is your best childhood memory?
  • Johnny Bravo: What do you find most attractive about yourself?
  • Hey Arnold!: What is your neighborhood like?
  • CatDog: Do you have any pets?
  • The Powerpuff Girls: What is your relationship with your siblings like (if any?)
  • Ren and Stimpy: What is your best friend like?
  • Freakazoid!: Can you do anything considered unusual?
  • Beavis and Butthead: The stupidest thing you've ever done?
  • Daria: Are you an introvert, extrovert, or ambivert?
  • Dexter's Labratory: What's your favorite subject in school?
  • Samurai Jack: Are you a lover or a fighter?
  • Ed Edd and Eddy: What's your favorite candy?
  • Courage The Cowardly Dog: What is your biggest fear?
  • Spongebob Squarepants: Ocean or Space?
  • The Wild Thornberrys: Whats your favorite animal and why?
  • Beetlejuice: What kind of movies do you like?
  • Rocko's Modern Life: What career do you want to pursuit?
  • Aaahh! Real Monsters: What fears did you have as a kid?
  • Animaniacs: Do you consider yourself to be focused or a scatterbrain?
  • Batman The Animated Series: Who is your favorite superhero?
  • The Magic Schoolbus: Where in the world would you like to visit?
  • Arthur: What would you like to improve in your life?
  • Space Ghost Coast To Coast: What was your favorite 90's cartoon?

I wish all the best for Yuzuru Hanyu, thank you for always tried deliver the best and tried to give his fans around the world the best of him. Respect to him, with all pressure he has he always tried to get up again and again. Thats its the real gem and value of Yuzuru Hanyu. I was new fan of Figure Skating because of him, he show me the beauty of Figure Skating. The injustice he faced now is like what happen in real life, but rather complain he just go on with the best he can. Bravo Mr.Yuzuru Hanyu, I really admire your way of life, your way of thinking and your imperfection, its make you..you…YUZURU HANYU. Please be happy and be healthy, you already give so much to this sports. Nowdays people look at other skater or FS apart of it because of you and the buzz you get, thank you. My number one and only Yuzuru Hanyu

“A brake” (otherwise known as shameless Gorillaz slash poem thing because I’m weird)

Where’s my vodka?
Third kitchen cupboard from the right,
Behind the peanut butter jar,
The one with a huge wasp mummified inside.

Oh, 2D, you’re just in time.
What’s with that face, boy? Where’s your smile?
Never mind, we’ve got bigger fish to fry.
I was about to commit a wonderful crime.
I’m feeling generous, I’ll let you in on it.
You’re my partner now, go on, take a seat.
We will kill this bottle of vodka, you and me.
Take the loot then dispose of the body!
Must be careful though, so we won’t get caught!

“Murdoc, we need to talk.”

Now didn’t I just specifically told you to lighten up or what?
You never listen to what I say, now do you, you twat?
And what ever happened to you calling me “Mudzie”?
I know I complained about you giving me diabetes.
But still, a moderate amount of sugar never hurts anybody.
Why now, are you using sweets supplement, 2D?

“Alright, shoot.”

“I can’t keep doing this with you.”

Can’t? What? I hope you’re not talking about making music.
This band is everything people could ever dream of, don’t be so thick.
It’s fine, if you don’t want to binge with me for days in a roll.
It’ll save us the much needed money, you know.
And I’ll finally be able to get your car a new brake since the old one’s a bust.
Wouldn’t you like that? Oh, clever boy, but why the rush?
We don’t need to cut down on our drinks, we can just wait until Christmas.
Santa will give you a brake for some vodka-flavored biscuits.
Why not milk and cookies, you may ask,
Because your Santa is green, and he doesn’t like being fat.

“Doing what?”

“Murdoc, let’s face the fact….
I’ve been thinking a lot and….”

There it is, the synthesized sweetness again.
Seriously if I’m willing to pour you MY precious vodka,
The least you can do is give me some sugar.
I never liked that sugar of yours, but it’s common courtesy!
Give and receive, don’t forget to say please.
Besides what do you have other than sugar and that pretty face?
Ah, I get it, not until you get that brake.

“Since when do you think? And you haven’t answered my last question”
And since when do we have serious conversations?

“This relationship is going nowhere.”
Relationship? There are many kinds of those.
So we aren’t drinking buddies anymore, see if I care.
Just because you decided you want that brake…
Very well then, but we are still band mates,
A pair of lunatics, thrown together by fate.

“What relationship?”
And for the love of peace,
Where is my sugar?
“Please, I need you to be sober!”

“Here me out!”

Calm yourself, boy, no need to shout.
I’m just distracted by the movement of your painfully ugly mouth.
So would you mind repeating the last six words aloud?
“I am, I just don’t know what this is all about.”

“You know very well what I’m getting at…”

Yes, a brake. No need to get mad.

“A break! For peace’s sake! A break up!”
There you go again, making storms in teacups.
All because of a brake, I can’t believe my luck.
“Well don’t just bloody stare at me like that, Mudz.”

Close, you’re close kid, repeat after me,
M-U-D-Z-I-E. See? It’s really easy!

“Good heavens! You’re impossible to read!
Even now I doubt you’re not high on weed!”

Well excuse you, I’m perfectly sober.
Want my response? Then give me some sugar.

“This is exactly why I can’t…..
I’m the only one who’s trying!
The only one who gives a damn!”

For the record, captain smarty pants,
I took a look at your car yesterday, but I didn’t rant.
Oh, I see why you’re being so hard.
Murdoc, you’re an engineering genius, you can fix anything if you want.
I may be good, but I can’t do anything without a suitable new part.
Just like I would have died if it hadn’t been for your heart.
I stole it, and that’s exactly how I’m gonna get that brake.
I was going to grab one from that shop down the street when it gets late.
My only problem though, is the sales clerk.
That is one meticulous and careful jerk.

“I’m still waiting for a reaction, or something at all…
It bloody feels like I’m talking to a wall.”

Would you mind shutting up for a minute so I can properly think,
How to get you your brake, satisfy your mechanical kink.
Sure as hell, I’m not gonna pay.
Be grateful and hush while I find a way.

“Yeah, nothing, that’s what I thought.
We’re done here, Murdoc, what a waste of effort.”

Sit the fuck down, relax, have a salad.
Be patient, you brat, as we don’t have enough cash.
Give me a day or two, I’ll get you the brake.
Steal the damn thing, do whatever it takes.

“I love you a lot, Murdoc.
But you don’t feel the same!
I’m nothing to you.
This is just your game!”

I’m sorry, I must have dosed off..
I only got the first six words,
Others, I forgot.

“You’re a lost cause…
I won’t be fighting for you anymore!”
And with that something stirred in my core.

Memories, call it that if you will.
Our last night in Jamaica. On this odd looking little hill.
We were lying there, shirtless, and wasted.
Then you fed me something I’ve never tasted.
Sugar, that sugar of yours,
Sugar, your sugar for the first time.
You’re a liar, you know, just like I am.
Cos you promised me we would be partners in crime,
Till hell freezes over and one of us dies.

“Ok then, seems you have made up your mind.”
From now on, my dear, you won’t have to try.

“That’s it?”
Yes, you sodding git.

“What more can I say?”
Seems to me you just want that brake.
No sugar for me. If that’s how you wanna play,
You’re not getting any of my vodka today.

“Take me or leave me.”
And call me Mudzie.

“Let’s just go back to being best mates.”
Bravo!
I lost you to that damn brake.

“Why the hell not, that’s just dandy.”

Liars, both of us.
Or is it just me?

“I can’t say this is what we want, but it’s what we need.
We’re killing each other, you and I know it.”

The sugar never came. Odds are it never will.
Oh goodie, my health risks just got lowered!
A few more years to live and to feel.
Not what I want either, but according to you, what I need,
And for once in my life, I’m taking your word for it.

“Thank you, Murdoc.”

I appreciate the sweet talk. But it won’t be enough.
You owe me a lot more, don’t you, sweet stuff?

For saving your life, two times over.
For Gorillaz and endless painkillers.
For my….ehem…..friendship and Smirnoff.
For not killing you every time you piss me off.
For shooting the zombies that would be the death of you.
For all the other little things that you thought I didn’t do.
For sharing my luxurious alcohol and my humble bed.
For feeling something other than the urge to hit you across the head.
For going back against everything that is me and all I’ll ever be.
For inexplicably loving you, 2D.

There, I said it. And in such a poetic manner.
Boy if only you could read my mind like you can with your letters.
Thank god you can’t and never will, though.
You’d find out that I’m actually thanking god, and that you have my soul.

“By the way, Murdoc,”

No more sugar, what a shock!

“I had my brake fixed this morning,
You don’t have to steal anything.”

Well well well what a pleasant surprise…
Maybe you can somehow read my mind.
Yet you have failed to see through my lies.
Because you don’t know how I’m dying inside.

“Nice.”

And with that you left.
Out of the kitchen, no regrets.
Probably testing out your fixed car.
With brand new brakes, I bet you’d go far.

But still.

I hope you crash into a lamppost!
I hope you blow your tires along the coast!
We might have had something special together.
But you’re still the one I hate the most.
So run along, I wish you the worst,
While I file these papers like a civilized desk clerk.

Paperwork?

Yes, 2D, paperwork.
I’ve had my subscription to club Stu expired,
Let’s see what I could take with me now that I’m finally retired.
If I had a penny for every I-love-you, I would have 66, not bad.
If I had a penny for every sober I-love-you, I would have just over 3 a tad.
If I had a penny for every time I made you smile, I’d have quite plenty.
If I had a penny for every time I made you cry, I’d have too many.
If I had a penny for every time I apologized to your face, I’d have nothing at all.
If I had a penny for every time I apologized in my head, I’d have everything, make a killing in total.

But apparently, not enough to keep you, Stu.
Because you have cancelled your subscription at club Niccals, too.
No more free access to the Niccals suite or the Niccals limo,
No more I-will-at-least-try-to-refrain-myself-from-hurting-you as far as I know,
No more I-will-not-call-you-names-when-we-are-alone, that too, has got to go.
No more Murdoc Niccals for you!
You will get your refunds though, and they include:
One figurative heart on a figurative tray,
The literal heart is non refundable I’m afraid.
And take back your six kisses a day,
Your blood and your tears, your hugs and my beers.
Our one hundred and twenty three fucks a year.
That night in Jamaica.

The new brake for your car.

Ciara Bravo Gif Hunt

Under the cut there are 270 gifs of Ciara Bravo, best known for her acting career. None of these gifs were made by me, and all credit belongs to their original creators. I’m sorry if there are any similar or repeated gifs. Please like or reblog if you save or use any of them.

NOTE: Over the years, I have collected these gifs because I played a character with Ciara’s FC. I do not remember where I collected the majority of these gifs. Also, you’ll notice that these are grouped by emotion or action of the gif due to how I categorized them in my files. I’ve decided to post this collection because I have decided to delete the folder off of my computer. Enjoy!

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The (Actual) End

Journey’s End broke me. 

I have loved Bionicle for at least ¾ of my life, and have spent the last 5 years, about a quarter of my life, believing that it ended the way too many commercially artistic endeavours end: quickly and haphazardly as deadlines were made sooner than expected and everyone struggled to pump out a conclusion before the metaphorical ship sank. A solid effort was put forth in the Mata Nui Saga that I did see, but between it and the abysmal Stars sets, I was at least a little disappointed.

Then, just today, people brought Journey’s End to my attention. I guess it was released online too, and I just never found it? Regardless, it’s Greg’s novelization of G1′s final chapter.

And it’s beautiful.

Lhikan’s sacrifice, Jaller’s sacrifice, Matoro’s sacrifice, they were all worth it. Mata Nui had to live, get past his mental handicap shared by so many Bionicle characters (amnesia), and beat the Great Being forsaken shit out of Makuta in a jaw-dropping giant robot throwdown in order to bring about a gorgeous new life for all our precious biomechanical buddies. He crashed a small planet into Makuta’s head; what a way to beat the big baddie once and for all!

It’s like Horton hears a Who if in a tragic twist of fate Horton was vaporized and his spirit went down to live with the whos. It’s like Star Wars if Darth Vader and the Emperor were 400 million feet tall. It’s like every wonderful element of every fictional world I’ve ever loved was transferred into the Mask of Life along with Mata Nui’s spirit in order to ensure that Bionicle’s end would resonate with me on a spiritual level. It’s…..by no means the greatest or most iconic work of fiction on a societal level……but it kinda is to me.

Even just the parts where it’s truly established how much Ackar and Kiina have grown to love Mata Nui are heart-wrenching. This isn’t the lowkey emotional depth of a straight-to-DVD movie, this is characterization of the best Bionicle kind. Bravo, Greg, you fandom-scapegoat-bastard, bravo.

To everyone on the story team who made Journey’s End, and Bionicle + its fandom exist: THANK YOU. You have this wandering chronicler feeling pretty great about his creative passions.

I hope you all feel this great about these buildable plastic kids’ toys. Craziness loves company.