fucking sucks ass that detective is a subtype of cop or always some type of law enforcement. a detective should be someone who is a master of disguise, a weirdo, socially maligned, and hated by the police. he should solve the cases using his ultra specific knowledge about geography, linguistics, human biology, and cigar ashes
gf sent me this last night and said this is what half this shit ive described happening in worm sounds like but lesbian
I would have really loved to see what would happen if String Theory had survived Gold Morning. What do the Wardens even do with her running around except appeasement? There are a lot of countries getting close to war with Gimel, and she is essentially a nuclear detterant all on her own. No one wants to kick the country with a woman who can boil your seas. More importantly, the second she got out of lockup, she'd go hunting down what happened with the egg Lab Rat had, and I'm sure she'd manage to find Chris.
Cannot imagine how horrible she would be as a bitchy aunt, there to permanently rub it in Lab Rat's face that she survived and all he has left is this teenage sorta-clone. They would absolutely despise each other. Would be a much more interesting conversation when Vicky goes to investigate his living situation though.
"Sometimes I feel like a discount Amy Dallon" I say to the judge about my parking ticket.
He has no idea what I am talking about, but my legal counsel whispers a few key facts in his ear, and his face hardens.
"I sentence you to death. Immediately."
Thank fuck, I barely manage not to say as he pulls out the pistol-
people arent even trying to learn how to pirate anymore its always “where can i watch this what service is it on” never “tokyo mew mew full episodes free online no virus”
my biologically 22 year old transgender daughter, turning deep red and trying not to pop a blood vessel: H...HAAAAAAAA......RRRAAAAAAAGHHH!!!!
me, periodically glancing back over my shoulder while doing 110 down the I-95: Come on sweetheart, focus! Kids 6 and under eat free at this place and I know you can age regress 2 more years
the angel chained up in the passenger seat browsing the menu on his phone with his free hand: do u guys think these are like actual buttermilk pancakes or is it just a marketing term
what if someone skyrim pickpocketed all the nut out your balls
me: who's been a good girl?
my medieval puppygirl gf Brunhilda: tis I, my liege!! tis i!!!
a while ago i saw an anti-cnc meme that went something like "if your boyfriend learns not to stop at "no", do you really think he's gonna stop at Pineapple?" and ive been thinking about it a lot. like, it assumes that words have some kind of mystical meta-meaning that persists in all contexts, that if we discard the word "no" we also discard the concept of saying no in a symbolic sense. It's a lingually prescriptivist argument in disguise.
in fucking Tears thinking about how disgusting a baby griffin would look