it’s easy to forget, so I’ll remind y’all: you can make fantasy versions of anything. yes even things you might not think about. like soil types. I am thinking of fantasy soil types right now
I know murdering all of the CEOs of all the evil corporations won't solve capitalism, but I don't think it would hurt either. Maybe we should try killing a few more, just to see what happens
reblog if you love killing and eating innocent civilians
Honestly what makes Stein a good execution of the mentally unwell mad scientist trope is that unlike your Rick Sanchez types who would scoff and debunk a cheerful character's optimistic worldview as cringe and naive he actually enjoys their presence and values that quality in other people
like he's realistic and acts as a voice of reason but doesnt revel in dashing anyone's hopes and dreams (unless it's spirit but that's just what they do to each other, and even then it's mostly taking the piss and not too serious)
Virgil: Patton’s not here-
Virgil: time to play how much tequila can I put in my coffee before dying!
*later*
Virgil: *in a hospital bed* turns out the answer is a fuck ton.
Sometimes im like “what if im not really genderfluid” but then im like i cried at my hair for like three months. so yeah
yknow some days I’m like “but what if I’m not really aromantic?” and then I remember that in elementary school my ideal future consisted of living in a mansion with all my friends and playing webkinz for eternity. so yeah
it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore
fucking Alaska i swear to god
@starchygoodness
y’all ever think abt how death the kid is like,,,, the character. ever. he’s a skateboarding emo teenager. he’s the literal son of death himself. he cries over being yelled at. he brought down an entire pyramid. he was showing off his sick skateboarding tricks because of a wicked hill in a desert and responded to someone saying he shouldn’t be showing off by replying, “look, another one. this one’s a no hander!” he loves his friends dearly and would do anything for them. he kicked a puppy because its eyelashes weren’t symmetrical.
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God does not play dice with the universe; He plays an ineffable game of His own devising, which might be compared, from the perspective of any of the other players [i.e. everybody], to being involved in an obscure and complex variant of poker in a pitch-dark room, with blank cards, for infinite stakes, with a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time. Credit to Teaableu for my icon!!!!!!!
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