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Cartoon Tournament of power
Universe 1:The Powerpuffgirls
Uhh idk it's my birthday month now and I'm just gonna tell you guys how I think the pixls react to Tippi and Count Bleck being a thing because they most likely just saw Tippi as a newer pixl. If you don't see a pixl here it's most likely because I didn't know how they'd react 😔😔
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Thoreau: YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH A PIXL!?
Count Bleck: ... Okay, well, she wasn't always a pi-
Thoreau: EEEWWWWWW *Vomits.. Like... Pixl vomit or something I do not know 😢*
Count Bleck: ...
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Barry: ... Wow. That pixl is already dating. I've been here for 1500 years and still haven't been given a tulip.
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Carrie: Oh I didn't know that... Why aren't you guys surprised
Bowser or whatever in the 4: I dunno
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Piccolo: *Playing some sad ass music on the world's smallest violin while Bleck vents about losing Tippi*
Bleck: ... I don't need the music.
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Boomer: *spamming 1 to put bombs on Bleck*
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I think that's all I'm doing uhh umm stay hydrated guys
Finding my mom's doctoral essay
We make loads of jokes about boomers' incapability concerning tech, so I'd like to present a new aspect: The moment of bonding when showing your parents something they, too, can love about this new world.
My mom was just reminiscing about her student days, and I suggested we look up her doctoral work. She laughed and said she never published it, we wouldn't find it.
But there it was, first hit on Google Scholar. The quiet happy laugh of pride when she saw how many had cited her and used her work for further studies was... beautiful.
So next time you're loosing an argument against your scoffing dad about the merits of today's tech, try thinking of something he'd love about it. Maybe it's seeing a Cristal clear replay of a tennis match. Maybe it's connecting to other hobbyists on forums.
Yeah, the internet is a scary place. So, instead of giving up on it as a toxic swamp, how about we use the beautiful parts and make it habitable again :)
Fan art from my new series "Boudoir Galactica" featuring Grace Park as Sharon Valerii AKA Boomer AKA Sharon Agathon AKA Athena AKA number 8.
So tired of boomers telling us that they worked their way through college and so can we. Talked to my grandmother. Her student loan was $15 every other month for a few years. My parents went to college in the late nineties, both got scholarships, and we’re still paying off my dad’s student loans. College tuition has tripled since my parents went to school. Please shut the fuck up. You have no idea what you’re talking about.
(Part two of my message)
These are not the people I know. These are strangers who have been led astray and brainwashed by people who don’t think of anyone but themselves. My own family is almost unrecognizable to me. There are moments where I feel like I know them, when my grandmother will ask me to help her fill up her hummingbird feeder or sit down and tell me stories about her life or about my mom. Or when my papa will talk my grandma into letting me do something (yes, I’m a legal adult, but I’m still a kid to them) and then wink at me behind her back. But then they go back to being strangers, to people I sometimes feel uncomfortable just sitting down with. To conspiracy theorists, to people who, if they knew my whole belief system, might think I was evil. And it’s all because you value money over human beings. It’s all because you’re selfish. I miss the grandma who always bought me cotton candy when we went to the children’s museum, even though she knew I would get her car all sticky. Who taught me how to sew and helped me print off coloring pages and turn them into little coloring books. I miss the papa who would always carry an unreasonably big camera around his neck when we went to the zoo, who played basketball with me, and who let me ride on his lap while he mowed the lawn. I miss the people I knew. Those people are gone now, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get them back. I hope and pray that I will, but I doubt it very much. It’s a strange experience, watching someone become more distant every day, and yet still feeling them right beside you. Still getting encouraging texts and talking to them on the phone. It’s weird to sit right across from someone and recognize their face, but not the person behind it. It is extremely difficult, almost impossible, to come to terms with the fact that your family is gone when they’re standing right in front of you. It’s a kind of grief that is not easy to explain, and not recognizable to most people. But it is there. So, to everyone I addressed this letter to, to the people who have profited off of people’s radicalization, I don’t want an apology. I don’t want you to suddenly start fact checking and taking down disinformation. It is far too little and far too late. This is one of those mistakes that you simply cannot fix, no matter how hard you try. The only thing that you can do now is recognize what you have done, and let the guilt haunt you for the rest of your life, and I truly hope it does, because you stole my family from me, and I will never, ever forgive you.
I really hope that zoomer becomes the generally accepted term for gen-z because the idea that the name for gen-z originated from a meme would be very fitting.
Gen Z has finally snapped and I love it.
On the other hand though it is kinda frustrating tho cause I’m just sitting here like, “SEE! I TOLD YOU GUYS! YOU SHOULD HAVE LISTENED SOONER!”
