I’m Still Insane Over Here

The things I name my Pokémon used to be weird like Katie pidgey and now it’s weird in the way I named a crougunk slippery Jim

And I have an entire group of whoopers named after soup Ingredients and just one quagsire named soup

In my boxes theirs things like a beyblade tuning fork (it was gonna be tuning spork but letter limits) boulderbud tailmore davybones facehugger and the one and only Cocaine

This is not all of them and this is just in Pokémon platinum

I personally think it’s the best thing ever I get a story and a haiku

Danny accidentally stops a version of the Injustice Universe from happening.

He's exploring other dimensions, just sightseeing with Dan (trying to teach that guy how put on his Empathy Cap) and Dani (she disappeared over Mexico but that's fine she'll find them), when he sees a hero from this dimension clearly not right in the head.

Also, about to attack a woman that very clearly knows him.

Danny would never forgive himself if he was made to hurt Sam or Tucker, and he can tell that this hero, Superman, is straightup about to make this lady a cloud of red mist.

So he drops his invisibility, focuses everything on speed, and barely reaches her before the hit lands, turning them both intangible.

"Wait, he just needs-!"

"Nope, we are not doing this."

With those words, he phases through the ground with the lady and absconds.

Dan can handle the angry guy with Super Strength; he's been itching for a fight anyways.

Danny's currently getting yelled at by the lady, so he's a little preoccupied.

Hmmmmmm to much long controversy on my what it called idk I’m half asleep it the place the home button go

What if you wanted to dance but god said no

I have arthritis and it sucks I just want to be on stage I just want to be part of musical

My fucking god

Is owning a kea legal in minisosta

I love how both corvids and parrots are in general highly intelligent, but where corvids generally have strict hierarchies, solve disagreements in the pecking order by fighting, and have a strong dislike for anything new or foreign until they figure out how to make use of it, parrots are just here to party.

The New Caledonian crow, who knows how to specifically build a tool in order to build another tool, never engages in play. These motherfuckers are smarter than some people with the right to vote, and they are Extremely Serious Birds. They don't have time to play, they got work to do and kids to raise.

And then there's the kea, straight-up titled "clown of the mountains", that has a specific vocalization for "playtime!". Scientists decided to try what happens if they play the Play Call for two fully-grown adult keas that are together in an area and can clearly see there is no other, third kea to make the call, and they just go "great idea, disembodied voice! it's TIME TO FUCKING PARTY!" and start wrestling.

Imagine working really hard in order to make it into a top university to study astrophysics, making it to your first Very Serious Class, sitting down full of serious determination, and the dude next to you is taking notes without using his hands, with a glitter pen he's shoved up his nose. And his notes are good.

Btw I use a recipe call refrigerator cookies witch basically makes that premade dough you find at stores but homemade it’s softer easier to save and it creates the most delicious cookies

It’s also very simple

I was scrolling through my posts and found this and just want to add a little context

This might be a little shocking but I was not high when I posted this

This was a sober thought and not only was I completely sober instead of asking my siblings if they hear it or calling a freind I made a tumblr post

GUYS IM FREAKING OUT I JUST HEARD A WHALE NOISE 4 TIMES NOW I LIVE NO WHERE NEAR THE SEA IN FACT IVE NEVER SEEN THE SEA AND MY AuDIO IS OFF SO IT CANT BE THAT

How does link not feel the hundred of creatures squirming in his pockets i mean look at this and this dude acts like he’s not carrying 40 frogs and a bunch of other critters I kidnapped

My organs are trying to escape

Dr Jack Bright is a very good example of “the class clown usually has a bad home life our trauma”