#mar says things

[marmeegle]

I wore a cute perfume (slay) but now bugs desire me carnally (not slay)

#mar says things

[slyandthefamilybook]

bad post, worse notes

#atlas entry #both-sidesism is bad but anti-both-sidesism is more often than not a smokescreen to excuse human rights abuses #also this post is obviously about i/p and it's fucking insane to say Jews aren't at risk from systemic violence #or probably more specifically Neil Druckman. who is Jewish. like did y'all forget that the entire 20th century was marred by state-sponsored #violence against Jews. have you ever heard of this thing called the Holocaust or any of the circumstances surrounding it #this is literally just “Jews are white people and therefore. antisemitism is justified because it's a movement of the oppressed” #socialism of fools and all that

[horsegirlhob]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Veronica Mars are the same show the only difference is Buffy has gay people but Veronica Mars has people of colour.

#dylan says things #also like. genre or whatever #btvs #veronica mars

[theswedishpajas]

💙🌌💀🌌💙

#my art stuff #digital art #undertale #sans #human #humanization #gajinka #finally drew a human sans I’m happy with without copying someone else’s #I wanna do mars as well soon but I’m still figuring out how to deal with the sharp features #I can’t believe I forgot to post this the other day #I should draw a papyrus soon #I am gonna be completely honest and say that I’m terrified of drawing people of colour because I don’t know many personally #and looking things up can only take you so far. especially with mixxed info everywhere #and I’m prolly the most “woke” person in my family and I have a racist dad so it’s not like anyone of them would know any better #I just drew some hair that looked nice to me and picked a skintone that looked nice and gave him hazel eyes literally just cus I think they #’re pretty (and heterochromia on top of that but that’s just a sans vibe) #I know nothing about textured hair care so I couldn’t pic a style based on ease or anything etc etc #so if anybody has any thoughts on how to improve him. I’d love to hear feedback on it #I am literally the most white cracker you can find with straight blonde hair and blue eyes and all that shit so I know NOTHING about #anything else and I want to learn more from other perspectives in general #I know I could and maybe should have just kept this post as-is without adding all my hyper-worry (which really isn’t helping anybody) #but this is very outside of my comfort zone for character design and I’m terrified of designing anything without some kind of experience #TL;DR if this sucks in some way from a cultural standpoint please let me know #and… I shouldn’t apologize for the long ramble cus it’s my own post etc etc but I still want to apologize #and thank you. people often don’t read tags especially when they go on like mine do

[archerygun]

Been thinking about Life on Mars. Not in any deep or meaningful way but like. Imagine being sent back to 1973. They didn’t even have Madness. They didn’t have Madness back then. Can you imagine being English without Madness.

#life on mars #sam tyler #british tv #madness #our house #in the middle of our street #ska #british #british music #1973 #life on mars uk #nobody’s favourite band but you won’t find anyone with a bad thing to say about them #i wish i was on the same plane of thought as madness like they live up to their name

[yume-fanfare]

ive been thinking about the possibility of the dorms being shuffled next year again and while there would be some great losses, im convinced it's fully necessary, for yuzuru and tori if anything else

#they Need itttt #we are not getting anywhere if they still share a room #plus if theres new characters it makes sense right.. #there is another thing i could add but i shant say it #enstars #mar's midnight rambles

[marsmarbles]

im gonna eat your mog design he’s such a skrunkly skrimblo nom nom :D

Thank you!!<333 I would eat him too…………….

#I endlessly appreciate all the compliments I’ve gotten on my Mog design #but ngl I’m running out of interesting things to say in response to these asks😅 #mars ask #mogswamp #mcyt

[echoing-gravity]

Can Marinette Bench press a building?!

(Ladybugs, also known as lady beetles or ladybird beetles, are able to carry objects that are up to 1,000 times their own weight due to the unique structure of their exoskeletons. An exoskeleton is an external protective covering that provides support and protection to the insect's body. This covering is made up of a material called chitin, which is a strong and lightweight polymer. The exoskeleton also gives ladybugs their characteristic shiny, hard shells. Ladybugs use their powerful leg muscles to lift and carry heavy objects, such as large leaves or other insects. The unique structure of their exoskeleton allows them to distribute the load evenly across their body, making it possible for them to carry heavy objects without being weighed down. Additionally, their strong legs and other muscles are equipped to sustain this weight too)

But like with her legs???

I wanna see a MLB x DC fic where Marinette is working with young justice and like a building fucking falls on them but marinette just fucking kicks it away. Or picks it up. Itd be even more absurdly funny if she wasn't transformed and the super strength is like a kwami side effect.

WHAT IS MARINETTES WEIGHT? IS THERE A CANNON ANSWER??? DO I HAVE TO PULL A MATPAT AND DO PIXEL MEASUREMENT MATHAMATICAL BULLSHIT???? I WANNA KNOW IF SHE CAN LOFT A BUILDING OR NOT!!!

#mlb x dc #ladybug miraculous #i can't do math #Like 1000 x the weight of a 15 year old is prolly maybe not enough to lift like a skyscraper but like maybe a McDonald's?? #I want to see Marinette throw a batburger building at that one crocodile rouge #Or the joker #Yeah no deffo the joker but durring that arc where he trys to torture Tim. Can u tell I ship ShutterBug? Or is it timmette? #Shutterbug is cuter #Anyway #After Mars throws the building at WHOEVER as marinette and not lady bug #We could have the silly miscommunication of oh! Kryptonian! But like it could go angsty if they assume she's stronger than she is like she' #Got super strength but prolly not on Mr. Clark -I am totally just a reporter who is not suspicious at All- Kent #So if Kon or someone patted them on the back at Kryptonian power levels it would prolly result in an ow #Is this Buff Marinette? Does this count? Am I the only one who remembers that au #Also I now headcannon that ladybug has thin plated armor on her suit like an exoskeleton and whenever anyone #Asks her how she can pick up heavy things she says “Oh! Im just Chitin :3” (cheating) puns are contagious and no one is safe #badass marinette #Buff Marinette #marinette dupain cheng #tim drake x marinette dupain cheng #Also Tim totally has the hots for the girl that could snap his spine. Im just saying what we're all thinking

[add1ctedt0you]

Novel quotes: wei wuxian having feelings/thoughts about jiang cheng

Under the cut because it's long

However, Jiang Cheng was gone. Holding steamed buns, flatbreads, and fruits in his hands, Wei WuXian felt his heart skip a beat. He forced himself to calm down. Even after he searched through the neighboring streets, he still didn’t see Jiang Cheng. He finally began to panic. Grabbing a cobbler on the side, he asked, “Mister, there was a young master about the same age as me sitting here. Did you see where he went?” The cobbler licked the thick end of a thread, “The one that was with you?” Wei WuXian, “Yeah!”

The cobbler, “I was in the middle of doing something so I didn’t really see. But he kept on spacing out, staring at the people on the street. And then when I looked up at where he was again, he suddenly disappeared. Maybe he left.”

Wei WuXian murmured, “... He left... He left...”

He probably left for Lotus Pier to steal the bodies!

As though he had gone mad, Wei WuXian sprinted immediately toward the direction that they had come from.

[...]

He gave himself a harsh scolding in silence—he was stupid, useless, ridiculous, it was bizarre, unimaginable. Yet, he was alone, without a sword or any tools, and on the other side of the wall there were thousands of Wen Sect’s cultivators, perhaps Wen ZhuLie as well.

He wasn’t scared of death. He was only scared that after he died, he wouldn’t be able to save Jiang Cheng and betray the trust that Jiang FengMian and Madam Yu left him. In such circumstances, the only one he could place his hope on was a person of the Wen Sect whom he had met only three times in total!

[...]

Wei WuXian’s gaze turned from Wen Ning toward Jiang Cheng, whose body was covered in blood and eyes were tightly shut. His fingers couldn’t help but clenched into fists.

Chapter 59 Poisons—Part Four

Jiang Cheng’s expression was rather strange. It was calm, almost too calm. He stared at the ceiling, as though he wasn’t at all interested in the situation that he was in, as though he didn’t care about where he was either. Wei WuXian didn’t expect him to react in such a way. Sadness, happiness, anger, shock—he had none of these. His heart skipped a beat, “Jiang Cheng, can you see me? Can you hear me? Do you know who I am?” Jiang Cheng glanced at him. He didn’t say anything. Wei WuXian asked him a few more questions. Arm supporting himself, he finally sat upright. He looked down at the mark of the discipline whip on his chest before laughing bitterly. If the discipline whip struck, it’d be impossible to wipe away the mark of shame. Wei WuXian comforted him despite this, “Stop looking at it. There has to be a way to get it off.” Jiang Cheng slapped him. His strike was so weak, so powerless that Wei WuXian didn’t even flinch, “Hit me. As long as you’ll feel better.”

[...]

If Wei WuXian were the one injured or if somebody else had saved them, he’d immediately say farewell and leave at once, full of determination. However, right now, Jiang Cheng was the one who had been injured. Not only was he injured, he had lost his core as well. He wasn’t in his right mind. No matter what, Wei WuXian couldn’t find any determination.

Chapter 60 Poisons—Part five

Out of the blue, Jiang Cheng spoke up, “Not to do what?” Wei WuXian paused in surprise, turning to him along with Lan WangJi. Jiang Cheng covered his wound with one hand, his voice chilly, “Wei WuXian, you’re such a great, selfless person. You did the best things possible, and you swallowed all the suffering and didn’t let anyone know. What a touching story. I should kneel down and cry in gratitude, shouldn’t I?” Hearing the mocking tone that lacked any courtesy, Lan WangJi’s face grew cold. Jin Ling saw the displeased expression and immediately stood in front of Jiang Cheng, scared that Lan WangJi would kill him with one strike, “Uncle!” Wei WuXian’s expression worsened as well. He never expected Jiang Cheng to make up with him after he found out the truth, but he didn’t think his tone would be as unkind as ever, either. With a moment of silence, he replied, voice muffled, “I never asked you to thank me.”

[...]

In the beginning, it was precisely because he didn’t want to see such a Jiang Cheng that he decided not to tell him.

He remembered every single thing he promised Jiang FengMian and Madam Yu—to help and take care of Jiang Cheng. If someone as unhealthily competitive as him found out about this, he’d be dispirited his whole life, too tortured to face himself. There’d always be something he could never overcome, reminding him that he could only reach where he was because of another’s sacrifice. It wasn’t at all his cultivation and his achievement. No matter if he won or lost, he’d long since lost the right to compete.

Afterwards, it was because Jin ZiXuan and Jiang YanLi died for him that he had no face to let others know. To tell Jiang Cheng after what happened then would be like shirking responsibility, hurrying to demonstrate that he’d contributed as well. It’d be like telling Jiang Cheng, don’t hate me, look I’ve contributed to the YunmengJiang Sect too.

Chapter 102- Hatred - Part Five

At this point, somebody on the side suddenly called, “Wei WuXian!”

Wei WuXian answered immediately, “What?”

Only after he answered did he realize that the one who called him was Jiang Cheng. Wei WuXian felt somewhat surprised. Jiang Cheng didn’t respond directly. Instead, he took something out from his sleeve and tossed. Wei WuXian caught it by instinct and looked, only to find a black, gleaming flute along with a crimson tassel.

It was the ghoul flute, Chen Qing!

As he felt the flute that he was more than familiar with, Wei WuXian didn’t even have the spare time to feel surprised.

Chapter 108: Concealment - Part Two

After a pause, he asked again, “How have Sect Leader Jiang and Jin Ling been?”

Lan JingYi pouted, “They seem pretty fine. Sect Leader Jiang is the same as before, always lashing out at people with his whip. Young Mistress’s temper has been getting better. In the past he could talk back thrice to his uncle after he scolds him once. Now he can do ten times.”

[...]

Hearing Lan JingYi say so, Wei WuXian relaxed slightly. In truth, he knew that these weren’t what he really wanted to ask. But as it sounded like Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling had been doing quite well, there was nothing left to say.

Chapter 116: Extra—Banquet - Part Three

#There are like other quotes but I got tired lol #Anyway. What really gets me is :'don't hate me jiang cheng' #what wwx really wanted was forgiveness! Something he didn't think he deserves! Arghhhh #Where is the post: mdzs is about wwx not being normal about his shidi. And lwj is there too #because imo is what really happens lol #wwx's thoughts about jc are tbh very mean. And imo it's because he's repressing resentment/fear of rejection #I think this because wwx starts to have uncharitable interpretations of jc only in his second life #wwx: I don't want a thank you. #also wwx: why is jc being so mean to me :-( #The fact that in the present wwx feels always surprised when jc speaks to him. It's like... Arghh #Chengxian #Kinda. Neither platonic neither romantic. But a secret third thing #mar!reading mdzs #I still can't decide what wwx wanted to ask in the end. (last quote). What do you want wwx? Say it to us!

[spiral-lemur]

why couldn’t I get a brain that latched onto math or science WTF IS THIS THING !!!! /silly

#love this creature so much #ogerpon u r everything to me #pokemon sv #ogerpon #mar says a thing

[marmeegle]

I want to draw but I'm out in the wild :(

#mar says things

[zushimart]

kabukimono? scara x gn!reader hurt & comfort kind of? (the licking ur wounds kind of angst). reincarnation au (U!! are the reincarnated one). 868 words. ib an ask mar baby sent to me. @zhvonqli...

it’s a warm day, but the mob around the market stalls makes it warmer. with not a raincloud in the sky to be found, the streets were lively with the chatter of the crowd, occasional shouts of a shopkeeper, and the screaming laughs of children weaving through the mass of bodies. despite the noise, the wanderer’s concentrated on a bundle of dangling red harra fruit hanging from the awning of an unfamiliar stall. 

he doesn’t want to bother the shopkeep, so he hovers just a few feet off the ground to inspect the fruit. it catches him off guard when a voice clears its throat and cuts through his thoughts, “just fifty mora a pop.” when he looks in your direction, eyes meeting yours, his control over anemo dissipates like water falling through cupped hands. he drops to his feet with gracelessness. 

he’s entered a pocket dimension, he thinks. the crowd’s become muffled and colors have become muted. maybe to you, leaning against a stack of crates, he’s just another customer. to him, you’re a ghost. the pause stretches for far too long before he finds himself stuttering, “u-um, fifty?” he wants to scrub at his eyes and run up the steps of the academia back to nahida’s sanctuary. she could take a look inside his mind to see if the trauma finally left some cracks. of course it isn’t you. it’s someone who looks like you. you died. you’ve been dead. 

a part of you wonders if maybe you’d caught him stealing from the way he rifles through his pouch of mora. he keeps taking measured glances at your face –– far from subtle, with wide eyes that find the sandy floor every time they meet your gaze. 

in your customer’s nervousness, he drops the pouch and coins fly under the counter. profanities dirty his mouth as you lean down to help him. “is it too much?” you ask. he shakes his head, opening his hand to let you place the stray money in his palm. “are you new around here?” 

“a little,” he says, “but i’ve got a… friend… showing me around,” he says, the word foreign on his tongue. “can i ask, what’s your name?” he's finally handing you the mora.

“um," you pause, "y/n." you pocket the money before turning around to grab a stepstool behind the counter. he bites his tongue, hard. 

“from here?” he asks. 

“born and raised,” you answer, reaching up to grab three harra fruit. “why do you ask?” and it’s in the way that you turn to look at him, the gentle tilt of your head, the open curiosity in your eyes, or maybe the cadence of your voice –– carrying worry for a stranger you’ve never met… and a suspicious one, at that. could it really be you? 

“you just remind me of someone,” he says softly, “someone i used to know.” 

“oh,” you say. “i hope that’s a good thing.” 

“a very good thing,” he says before he can stop himself. you flash a big smile and butterflies erupt in his stomach. deja vu makes home in his heart with katsuragi’s voice echoing in his mind. 'this is y/n! they’ll be helping me help you.' you washed his clothes and gave him your bed that night. your smile was big then, too. 

“i can be someone you do know, if you want.” 

his eyes widen ever so slightly. “i would like that,” he says, taking the bag of harra fruit you’ve prepared, but it slips out of his hands, unprepared to hold the weight of the sheer amount he accidentally purchased. 

but you catch it like nothing, “seems like you need the help."

he's red in the face, docile like a kitten. “i do,” he admits. far flung centuries ago, the same hands brushed his as they handed him a bag of freshly picked lavender melons. the same hands taught him to hold a comb and braid his hair. the same hands held his face to pull him in for his first kiss. 

“and what’s your name?” you ask him, taking a few steps back to lean against the same pile of crates. it has to be you. 

“k-kabukimono,” it comes falling from his lips before he could think. a hollow part of him wishes your eyes would ignite with recognition, but they don’t.  

“what’s it mean?” you ask, “sounds inazuman.” 

“i’m from inazuma,” he says, “it’s an insult.” 

“oh. and you’re okay with that?” 

“it’s the first name they... i mean, some other people i used to know... gave me. i liked it,” he says, fiddling with the bag in his hands.

“hmn, is it not your name anymore?” 

“i don’t think so," he sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“you’re a little peculiar,” you say with a laugh and the sound sends him back to tatarasuna. he recalls the same image… your head cast back, body shaking with laughter from one of the first jokes he’d ever managed to tell. he promised himself he’d remember the moment forever. 

he wonders, staring at you in front of him in the now before looking down at a body dressed in black and blue instead of pure white silk, if this was a dream. a gift from nahida that he’d wake up from... sad, but happy to have spoken with you even if just once more. 

“kabukimono?” you ask, “are you okay?” 

“i’m okay,” he blurts, but he knows why you’re asking. 

he’s crying.

#HES CRYING !!! #scaramouche x reader #not my usual kind of thing hmn but it was rly fun to write #interesting and hard to write actually i should say #wanderer x reader #did i tag the wrong one btw mar shld i tag the zhongli one #im hungry

[fantasykiri5]

Honestly I’m REALLY hoping Jimmy’s hunger games sim prediction for the life series is right again, as much as there are a load of player that it would be really cool to see win, if been hoping for a Joel win for AGES like since double life and especially last season so I REALLY hope it’s right again

#like PLEASE #let my boy WIN and let him get stuck in the LONELINESS OF IT like he was for the first two games and seems to to trying so hard to avoid- #-now that he got a taste of companionship with Etho is double life #he’s SO loyal to a fault he NEEDS to be fucking near someone or he immediately looses it!! Imagine if he’s the one left alone at the end!! #just like the very first game!! #ALSO he would fit earth imagery to go with the cosmic theme the winners have going on. just saying #Sun Stars Moon Mars and the Earth. like please #the green grass and the leaves on the trees. please #<- me thing him to trees more than normal because I HC him as a tree nymph lmao #anyways yeah. I just want him to win. I am so so biased #kiri rambles #joel smallishbeans #life series #secret life

[rainymoodlet]

Kiss Me in Komorebi+ 🌸

[Episode Five] One Last Push!

Ohhh, my dear, energetic Zayden... this was, like, the only one that went sort of poorly and it absolutely murdered me 😩 I adore this sweetheart so much! Zay was feeling extra playful this night and kept over-running their queue with jokes, pranks, and dancing! Poor Dan barely got a word in edgewise, and it wasn't long before the pranks started to get our Bachelor feeling Tense... 😓

Daniel would never say anything to Zayden's face (as we can see, he's the "I’m enjoying myself but I won’t be doing Any Of That” type) but I think it’s safe to say our Bachelor felt a little outpaced here!

@softietrait

[ Part 21/?? ] 🌹

#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #ts4 challenge #ts4 bachelor challenge #;kmik #sim: daniel #zayden mars by softietrait #|| #i was SO MAD AT DANIEL FOR THIS 😩 #i represented it much better here bc objectively you can’t NOT love zayden and he’s not RUDE he’s just… Excited™️ #so dan is just gonna let him talk… even if he is definitely not interested in the same things #he’s enjoying himself!! don’t get me wrong #but zay is all energy and Dan can get a bit… i’d say triggered by that kind of unbridled excitement? #he never had the opportunity to feel much of that during his own youth #so yknow… Older Sibling Flinch whenever the younger kids were inevitably louder or more rowdy #but lil zayden is such an angel isn’t he 🥹 #i hope he came through here!! he’s not insufferable or rude at all ok dhdh and dan doesn’t think so!! #he’s just a big shining sunshine ball of energy and delight #and daniel is very much feeling like a Big Old Gray Cloud dhshdhs #one of two for today!! and one of eight to go!! #we got this folks 💪

[curator-on-ao3]

Hey, Curator. I wanted to do this by ask instead of by comment on AO3, because I have *so* much respect for your work on Autobigraphy of Kirsten Clancy. Your creation of Martian culture? Exquisite. Your depiction of a healthy relationship between two peers striving to be part of the same organization they love and also raise a family? Fantastic. Your depiction of grief and trauma? Amazing. So since my question feels a bit critical, I wanted to emphasize that I'm not trying to start an argument or score points - I genuinely, privately want to know.

I could say nice things about the story all day. But one thing in it that I felt disappointed by was the decision not to just challenge the moral attitude of Picard and the Romulan relocation effort, but to actively change the facts of it. I think the question of whether the Federation should be allowed to break up over saying a billion lives or more is a serious one, and one that deserved the argument between Picard and Clancy. Having a narrative that says "Well, nobody really died because the Romulans evacuated them using their own resources" seems to really gut the whole moral concept of the argument - as if to say Clancy can't win it on those terms so we have to change the facts, when frankly I think she *can* win it.

Do you mind me asking what your thoughts were behind making that change? Is it supposed to be the product of unreliable narration on Clancy's part, or are you describing a different universe?

Anyway, thank you again for a wonderful story.

Oh my goodness, @ruckafangirl, your praise for that story means so much to me — and the elements you mention are quite close to my heart. Thank you, thank you! ❤️

I welcome questions (I feel like it’s an author’s dream to be asked why they made writerly choices), though I must admit I was confused at first by yours. The narrative in that story is 100% in our universe with those millions of Romulan deaths happening. Clancy’s argument with Picard following the destruction of Mars and Utopia Planitia — and her view that the Federation can save either itself or the Romulans, and the Romulans should have the resources to save themselves — is meant to be in light of readers knowing that Clancy won the argument at the cost of the future of the Romulan relocation effort since the Romulans did not turn out to have (or use?) the resources to save themselves.

I went back to the story to try to figure out what could have given you the impression that the Romulans didn’t die. Because you’re exactly right that Clancy is an unreliable narrator. She doesn’t lie whole cloth, though, and she’s painfully aware that most of her life is documented via official records and logs. I therefore worked to make her omissions both visible and sensible (e.g., she only reveals the extent of her closeness with Edward Jellico in the acknowledgments because, as she explains, he didn’t want her to talk much about him in her book). I wonder, was it Clancy’s press conference following Picard’s TV appearance that suggested the Romulans didn’t die? Because the journalist’s question, “What is your response to Picard’s critique of Starfleet’s decision to cancel the Romulan rescue?” is a fair one. And Clancy’s answer, “Starfleet is proud to have successfully handed off the Romulan evacuation to the Romulan government, which ensured the safety of its people,” is truthful, yet glosses over what “its people” means. Not all people. Not most people. And what about that handoff would have been proud in any way? I attempted to show the unreliable nature of Clancy’s glib, soundbite-oriented, political theater press conference answers by immediately having Clancy reflect on her training for press conferences from both Admiral Brand and her mother. Clancy, per her explaination of that training, focuses her press conference answers on what she views as “relevant information” while knowingly avoiding mention of deeper, uncomfortable truths — including what she perceives as Picard’s erratic behavior and his need for a brain scan (begging the question: Does Clancy know about Picard’s Irumodic Syndrome diagnosis or are her instincts that good?). Clancy correctly believes that the Romulan government took over the relocation. She possibly incorrectly believes that Starfleet therefore has no responsibility for the relocation’s failures. So she doesn’t mention them.

I hope all this makes clear that I wholeheartedly agree with you, @ruckafangirl: the moral concept of Clancy’s showdown with Picard requires those Romulans to die. And they most definitely do.

Note because of the times we live in: The Romulans die due to canon consistency. Their deaths are not a statement on my personal beliefs, their deaths are a fact of the Trek universe.

#i love asks #thank you again for asking #ruckafangirl #i am considering changing ‘which ensured the safety of its people’ to ‘which was responsible for ensuring the safety of its people’ #i don’t usually change things other than typos but this ask definitely has me worried the narrative wasn’t clear enough on that point #also #i feel like the math would make more sense for it to be billions of romulans dead but the transcript says millions #i don’t think the math works for the number dead on mars either so i did some authorial tap dancing to help that make sense within the story #the autobiography of kirsten clancy #kirsten clancy #star trek picard fanfic

[steakout-05]

ahhh fucked up little six-nippled snake-handed spiritual dude covered in buffalo fur with heterochromia and a bird beak nose my beloved

oh YEAH? you only got ONE PEENEYE????

#xavier renegade angel #he's so fucked up and weird i love him #i have the entire argument he has with himself in shakashuri blowdown memorised word for word #you slumber a cucumber! you catch up on some zzz'eds you get outta my heads! #you snost you lost #that one isn't in the episode but it's so funny to say in his voice #a lot of things are funny to say in his voice #one time me and a friend were reading the entire ''does bruno mars is gay?'' website's pages in Xavier's voice #like it has multiple pages and all of the ones written by the ''does bruno mars is gay'' guy are all hilariously written #there's like 2 people running that website it's really funny #anyway...... xra funny you should go watch it if you like really surreal 3d animated shows that look like they come from a low budget- #-ps2 game with wordplay and a story that is simultaneously the dumbest and ridiculous and most clever thing you've ever heard #it has an episode where xavier's in a pickup truck getting chased by a sentient living explosion that used to be some kid's dad #and at the end of it he says ''they say when you die you shit your pants. not me. i'm gonna shit my heart out.'' and it's really funny #in the words of julius caesar: it's like lsd on acid! #sketch