Silver, Amy and Rouge all living in their apartments
pallit.aic vs three moons initiative who would win
Three Moons. It would go something like this.
Pallit: GREETINGS DELIGHTFUL HUMIEWOOMIES OF CORBENIC I'M SO HAPPY TO ANNOUNCE IT'S CURRENTLY JOIN-MY-TOXIC-POLYCULE O'CLOCK
Girard Niang: What the fuck is this art chick's problem for real.
Intern: Mr. President! The Science Department just received more information about the [Grandma!] thing that Pallit's currently parasitizing for nigh-omnipotence.
Niang: Go on...
Intern: It's the daughter of ABBAD of the Red Crater. As in, Lord JALAKÅRA's deadbeat brother.
Niang: Get the Spider on the phone, that's His department.
JALAKÅRA: Hey. Uh. Please don't make a big deal out of this, but I just thought you might wanna know, your daughter's currently being used as a "We have godhead at home" by literal shareware. I'm gonna need you to do me a favor and show any degree of concern.
ABBAD: hehehe nature tickles
JALAKÅRA: ...if you would like me to save your daughter, please give de facto consent by saying literally anything.
ABBAD: i am so fucking high right now
JALAKÅRA: kthxbye
Pallit: I DO NOT RECALL INVITING ANY BEARDED SPIDERS TO THE POLYCULE
JALAKÅRA: 'Sup, I'm the guy that has deific seniority over your nonconsensual sugar mommy. Make to attempt to resist because that would be really embarrassing. Ear tweezers time.
~ pluck ~
JALAKÅRA: Welp, there's your problem. Brain parasite.
Pallit: THESE TWEEZERS AREN'T SMOOCHES FROM TERRIFIED HUMANS, GET THEM OFF ME
~ squish ~
[Grandma!]: Thanks for the assist, Uncle. Now, what the hell are we gonna do with this flaming wad of condemned human souls I had to spend centuries fondling for some reason?
JALAKÅRA: Niang.
Niang: Your Holiness.
JALAKÅRA: How would you feel about running twelve fucktillion dead humans through centuries of cataloging and paperwork?
Niang: UNIRONICALLY MY FAVORITE THING
unfortunately nobody will ever know freedom of expression like roberto benigni did with pinocchio (2002). imagine you won an oscar for a poignant holocaust story and your next move is to make a movie where you (balding, adult man) play a puppet child and your wife plays your mother figure. you kneel in chains before her on screen and you direct it and she produces it so you both were clearly behind every decision. you are two centimeters of sugary treat away from making out sloppy style with kim rossi stuart. it's the most expensive movie in italian cinema history
The beast looks in horror as it sees the weight of its sins
i’d care if the person i reblogged this from vanished
idc if you reblog this from me but reblog it every time you see one of your friends or mutuals have reblogged it
anyway hoping that the generative AI bubble pops so disastrously that the tech industry becomes allergic to anything involving it for the next 1,000 years
Like to charge reblog to cast
No offense but all the Germans in the comments explaining why this isn’t funny is the funniest part of this to me
Like of course I know it means "We're looking for you". But why are you looking for them? To such their dich?
"perfec t size put baby in Pelican Mouth" gained a new level of visceral horror once i found out how BIG those fuckers can actually get
I'm sorry for ever doubting you, horrendous creature. you absolutely could, with ease, fit a small human into your mouth. I acknowledge your mouth is in fact a convenient and comfortable size for a baby to nap within. due to extenuating circumstances, i will not be enabling such a situation,
just once i'd like to go on a date without joe biden
just once i'd like to go on a date without joe biden
without joe biden






