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had to tell marge simpson that homer simpson had been murdered, to which marge responded by swearing revenge, and lisa simpson said "but mom, killing for revenge makes you just as bad as them" and marge simpson responded "lisa, if we spend our whole lives drawing lines in the sand to define whats right and wrong, we wont notice the tide coming in" to which bart simpson exclaimed "ay caramba!"

kneatle

I got the game and now I get to feed my miis cigarettes too. >:)

ode-on-a-grecian-butt

art by Est Florane

trying-trying2lyk

i love writing out numbers and then putting them in parentheses like "one (1)" even when i dont need to i think its funny

justatiredlittlesnail

erisivy

dragoncommunion

(letterboxd user reviewing Portal) it's "god forbid women do anything" vibes

(steam user reviewing Kill Bill) Let me make you an analogy. Kill Bill is kind of like cheese. Why? Becausue its good. You like cheese right? Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm cheese. Watch this movie. 👍

dragoncommunion

(ogre crossbowman) me going to use bone bolts after run out of poison ones and then me definitely going to rout

chaaistheanswer

Jousting at the festival to impress your lady love!!!

kroovv

A little Brushbuddy 🍊

echoesofsaturn

as my final act of love, I will swallow every "please stay" and turn it into silence so you don't feel trapped by my ache

thebluelittlewitch

I'm sorry i had to try to make them look steampunk it was important for me

They are slay i like their aesthetic i will deal w it eventually I'm just being a big baby rn

lykonic

some stuff from when i was tryna figure out how i wanted to draw him

breadanimal

some kind of bug i think

heron-knight

”Hey there, folks—Cave Johnson here. Did you know that ever since our marketing department decided that rainbow capitalism was the way forward, Aperture Science has risen to within the top 25 queer-friendly companies in the country? That’s right, whether it’s wormhole technology or pandering to a target audience, you can always expect nothing but the best from us. But wait—it. gets. better. We crunched the numbers, and guess what? With our new policy of covering costs for any and all gender affirming services for employees, we’re just 350 satisfied patients away from making it to the top ten! Granted… we do only have a total of 234 trans employees here at the moment. Good news though! The lab girls say they’re working on a plan to find 116 more! They’re hard at work on it currently, and I don’t know about you but I can’t wait to see— in the meantime though, they’ve been handing out flag stickers for pride month. Apparently, if you wear them directly on your skin and change them twice a week, that means you’re showing maximum solidarity.”

fromthemouthofkings

A group of far-future linguists and archeologists suddenly *poof* into existence in front of me. One is holding a tablet. "What is the difference between 'red sauce' and 'tomato sauce?'" they ask me. "The distinction is not clear in extant texts from this time and place."

"Uh, they're the same thing," I tell them. "Who are you?"

"Yes!" the being with the tablet exclaims.

One of the other researchers groans. "No! My thesis...months of writing wasted..." One of the others comforts them.

"Now, what is this object for?" The first researcher holds up a discolored, dinged-up plastic object. It's clearly been buried in the ground for quite some time, but the two holes and the scuffed plastic window are distinctive.

"That's a cassette tape. You record music with it."

"Interesting, interesting." The being enters something on the tablet.

"How are you speaking English?"

"Sophisticated translation technology," one of the researchers confides. "We are students of your society. From the future."

"What does this pictogram represent?" The researcher with the tablet turns it around so that the screen faces me.

It's the eggplant emoji.

"Sex," I say. "Why do you need to ask me this if you can time travel or whatever? Can't you just go wherever you want to go and look around and see how these things are being used?"

The beings shift guiltily and look at each other. "Technically, travel to times and places prior the advent of time travel is strictly prohibited. Paradoxes, you know."

"Oh."

"We must get back before our advisor returns to the lab. Just don't tell anyone you saw us, alright? The space-time continuity depends on it. Can you do that?"

"Uh, sure, I guess?"

One of them pats me on the head. "And don't go to Mars."

"Okay. Wait, why? Is it dangerous?"

"No. Just not worth it."

The group disappears in a shimmering light.

The cassette clatters to the sidewalk behind them.

Out of befuddlement, mainly, I pick it up. It's clearly old, discolored and scuffed, but it still has tape in it.

I carry the tape around in my pocket for a while. The curiosity builds. I want to know what's on that tape. I don't have a cassette player anymore, so I go to Goodwill and pick up the first one I can find, praying that it still works. I plug it in. It turns on.

I slide the tape inside. It's dirty, but it still seems to be in decent shape. I snap the player closed and hit play. The wheels begin to turn. I hold my breath.

A familiar tune starts up. A wobbly voice comes out of the machine.

We're no strangers to love