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emotion-deluxe:

Me listening to Halcyon and Electra Heart in 2012

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murielswedding:

amptp’s bluffing by the way

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titostuff:

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hyperdemona:

prohumanagenda:

pennypaperbrain:

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Much as I adore hippos, this is undeniably just. (via @persian-slipper)

Relatable

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Consider the following

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watermonkeystuff:

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Congratulations to memes for making it to the real world.

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charlesoberonn:

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The fact that this joke is from the very first episode (which aired in January 1997) is messing with me.

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inthetags:

Put in the tags what your favourite Pokemon is (genuinely curious)

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evilkitten3:

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naamahdarling:

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cryptonature:

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I bet octopuses think bones are horrific. I bet all their cosmic horror stories involve rigid-limbs and hinged joints.

To an octopus, a human is like a thinking being with blood-stained coral growing inside it.

I need to sit down and breathe into a bag for a while.

Its parts were obscenely limited in their movement. Each hinge could open or close only a small amount before reaching its limit, yet by working in concert they demonstrated unexpected dexterity, moving and manipulating the objects before it with cunning equal to my own. It was more torso than limb, as though a seal had been stretched and warped, given long grasping tentacles filled with bones like bars of coral.  It’s head was most horrid of all, flat and ovoid, jutting out too small from the trunk as though it belonged to a beast half its size.

The thing rose upon its lowermost appendages, two long trunks that ended in flat, protruding flippers that branched into stubby, grasping mockeries of a sucker. It’s triple-hinged uppermost limbs were similar, but the ends branched into five smaller tentacles, each with three hinges of their own.

I froze, as the thing’s gaze fell upon me and it opened its hideous fish-jaw, filled with thick, many-shaped teeth like white shards of stone, and spoke in a shrill, discordant babble. I felt its horrid dry grip on my flesh, as those hinged appendages closed on me like the legs of a crab.

I felt the heat of its body, tasted its noxious, oily flesh through my touch, and prepared for the end, and all went black as a swoon overtook me.

I awoke, some time later, the cold and comforting water, banished back to the comfort of the sea and the dark. I should be grateful I am alive. I should cast aside the experience like a half-remembered dream.

I shall never again go swimming in search of lights above. The last thing I recall before the darkness took me was my right eye popping free of the thing’s grasp enough to see into the distance for one brief moment.

I saw thousands of lights.

ok so it turns out “horror but it’s about something mundane from the perspective of a non-human animal” fucks severely

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spaceshipsandpurpledrank:

Where is her award? She stayed in character for that whole thing!

She slipped a tiny bit near the end, but if you didn’t know what was going on you wouldn’t have caught it.

10/10 high quality spousal shenanigans

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