Save the Potatoes

This is a Steven Universe blog/ gemsona ask and roleplay blog. Gemsonas up for interaction are Bornite, Realgar, Stibnite, Cinnabar, and Cranberry Pearl. Apples are forbidden. Ask a question here for a written answer, or if you're asking Bornite a question you can specify that at @three-wise-gems account for a drawn answer

[thesulfidegems]

for those who are glancing at this blog because I followed you: I don’t use this anymore. A side blog, @mop-rambling functions as my main blog. (gosh I wish you could change your primary blog) It’s a huge mess though, I just reblog whatever I feel like and it’s usually in huge chunks so. be warned.  I’ll also be using @mops-pile-of-characters for art and rambling about my ocs, if you want a less intense, spammy, more topic focused blog of mine to follow

[quirkybreeze-deactivated2021060]

Every character I want as a fighter in Smash

[thearkoftaujeer-remade]

bring out the rotating luigi

[thearkoftaujeer-remade]

bring out the rotating luigi

[thearkoftaujeer-remade]

bring out the rotating luigi

[thearkoftaujeer-remade]

bring out the rotating luigi

[thankyu]

a clownboy (half clown, half cowboy) says yeehonk

[foxy-mulder-deactivated20190929]

this is it. the worst post i’ve ever seen. my own two eyes are cursed

[glumshoe]

I can’t do justice to one of the weirdest camp stories I know. My friend tells it so well, and I can offer only a pale shadow of his story.

Last summer, he was working with one of the younger units comprised of ten year old boys. They had spent the night camping on another beach and were just readying themselves to depart. “Make sure you have all your things!” called my friend. “Don’t leave anything behind!”

One small boy came up, dragging a massive tangle of decomposing seaweed behind him. “But… what about me boy?” he asked, lip trembling.

“…what is ‘me boy’?”

The child held up the stinking wad of bull kelp. “This is him. This is Me Boy.”

“Me Boy is not coming back with us,” said his counselor. “You’re going to leave Me Boy behind on the beach where he belongs.”

The campers loudly mourned the loss of Me Boy. They insisted on giving him a Viking burial at sea, which just consisted of pushing him solemnly off the back of the rowboat into the water and watching him drift away in the surf.

That was only the beginning. Me Boy would be back.

The campers, in true camp fashion, possessed some kind of cultic hive-mind and a predisposition for bizarre memes. Me Boy would not be forgotten. They started telling each other stories about Me Boy and how he would one day rise again. There were warring factions with contradicting dogmas about Me Boy. Only when the gardener allowed them to take home a zucchini she had harvested did they find their god, born anew.

Me Boy, The Zucchini That Was A God, became the whole unit’s mascot. The kids would bicker over who got to carry him. They built nests and carriers for Me Boy and brought him to different activities, fiercely defending him from those that would do him harm. One child appointed himself the Voice of Me Boy and would translate the zucchini’s divine wishes into human speech.

It got out of hand. Me Boy had become a distraction, a fixation, a violent controversy. Something had to be done.

My friend, their counselor, took it upon himself to kill Me Boy. The children wailed in despair as he chopped their God into refreshing slices. With this sudden turn of fortune, followers of Me Boy turned to theophagy. “We must eat him to preserve his power!” they cried. Boys who would otherwise never have touched a vegetable ate greedily of this sacrament, eager to let Me Boy live on within them.

For a time, it seemed that peace and order had been restored, and the religion had already faded into its silver age. But only for a time.

In the last few days of camp, the religion of Me Boy splintered into several denominations. Every meal yielded new vegetable matter said to be a reincarnation of Me Boy, only for opposing groups to dismiss these as false prophets. Some believed that Me Boy was gone. Others believed his spirit lived on, intangible, omnipresent. Some believed he had found a new vessel inside a carrot, a pear, a slice of cantaloupe… even inside a child. There was chaos, and strife, and heartbreak without the guidance of Me Boy.

[seriousjones]

tfw you only have time to play animal crossing at 3 AM when everything’s closed

[fuckkkkkkkktumblah-deactivated2]

JUST GO TO THE DS SETTINGS AND CHANGE THE TIME SMH YALL R SO DUMB

[seriousjones]

please don’t lie to isabelle

[tsunderrated]

There’s only one being capable of stopping Shaggy

[wyrmmaster]

[mop-rambling]

I WILL NEVER STOP POSTING YOUR THREAT TO CEASE BREATHING DOES NOT MAKE ME FALTER

[thesulfidegems]

Dang it Blu now it’ll take like at least 10 minutes for you to react I don’t have that kind of patience when it comes to cheap joke

[it-a]

i spent a decent amount of time on this meme

[memes-r-memes]

[vangch]

for science: reblog this with your hogwarts house and major/field of studies in the tags

[k25ff]

After thorough scientific analysis, here are my findings.

[k25ff]

This has gained a lot in popularity, and one of the things that has been bought to my attention is that my analysis is incomplete. So here you go:

[poorpoorpitifulme]

I love how this meme has essentially been peer-reviewed and resubmitted with additional data

[thesulfidegems]

I hate accidentally hitting the log out button. It’s right under post on mobile safari. What are you doing there.

[kitschwaffles]

What else is he meant to do when he’s already sent Mega Man?

[megcarusss]

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