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Mushnik and Daughter's Skid Row Florists, where everything's made up and the points don't matter.
Basically half-multifandom blog and half pretty hipster blog, whichever i feel like at the time.
for no reason in particular i was looking at a list of nocturnal animals on wikipedia and
one of these is not like the other
look at this #gif. this is a being that fear not god, nor fatal wound nor death. in fact he laughs, quiet joyously, in death’s face. he is missing half of his body. he is skewered by an icicle. but does it phase him?
no. he has surpassed this world’s simple minded way of life. he has reached mantra. he has removed god from his throne and god was willing
figuratively… or like, seriously?
No dante. You. YOU must construct them. you must weave their muscle, string their sinew, sew their flesh and breathe their souls into life.
i always wonder about how the trolls who live for thousands and thousands of sweeps age physically
do they just stop aging at a peak or keep going and eventually end up looking like that old woman who they tried to sell chocolate to on spongebob
WE MAY BE EXTINCT, BUT WE STILL EXIST!
NOT PEASANTS OR SLAVES!
NOT COMMON SCUM!
NOT ALL ASSHOLES!
REBLOG IF YOU CARE <3
we may not exist
but we still exist
So these guys in my Econ class look exactly like the male versions of Anna and Elsa