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Tell me, how does it feel to be eliminated?

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Gia| This blogs fucking dead lmao. Thx unwanteds its been a nice ride IG lmao rip.
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Kaylee: Anyways its not about the math. They haven't seen each other because of the sailing. They just need to bone.
Aaron: WHAT? GROSS! KAYLEE! Those are our DADS.
Kaylee: ...
Aaron: I mean- That's not what I think, Ishibashi-dad is just my mentor.
Kaylee: Wow.
Aaron: NEVERMIND, I'm teaching father the math!
Kaylee: ...
Aaron: WHATEVER KAYLEE.
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How have y'all not grown out of this series?? Bc I have lmao rip.
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quippip

the last known living arrivals to the dragon triangle was the 3 scientists, who arrived in 1952, so shouldn’t the fashion of artime NOT be tshirts and shorts and tennis shoes since those were literally never popular at any time before the 50s

I have a theory that if the last conact with the outside world was over the sixty years ago, artimeans would have formed their own dialect. The dialect would be a sort of British 1950s slang but over time pronunciation of worlds would be shifted, new slang and terminology used because of the new environment. And fashion would completely be different from today, clothing would be made out of different matieral.since they are cut off from the world, major world events wouldn't effect their fashion.For example,the death of JFK rung in a new era of fashion, what we typically associate with the 60's looks. There would probably be no civil rights or femisnts movements (which had drastic effects on fashion and pop cultur)....basically what I'm trying to say is that if a group of people are cut off from the world and put in a new environment their culture would evolve completely diffent from ours.

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quippip

black eyes and blue eye are both recessive traits yet fifer and thisbe have black eyes and lani has blue eyes even though both parents don’t have those traits, so my point is that in artime magic must’ve corrupted the genes to where recessive genes are dominant and vice versa

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quippip

y’all can headcanon and draw alex taller than sky if you want but when i try to think abt him being taller than anyone but kaylee i give myself an aneurysm

Kaylee is 5'0. Alex is 5'4. Sky is 5'8

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Anonymous asked:

I was just thinking about a racebent au. Like, Meghan could be half-Irish, half-black. Alex and Aaron could be native-American. Sky could be Asian. Lani could be white. Samheed could be native Alaskan.

You've peeked my interest,anon

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Anonymous asked:

i see u liking camp camp things 🏕👀

Uuuhhh, actually no.I never got into camp camp. I don't know how you got that idea 😮.

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Lani: Samheed is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?
Sky: Punch him in the stomach, then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.
Alex: Tackle him.
Meghan: Dump him.
Henry: Kick him in the shin.
Samheed: NO TO ALL OF THOSE! JUST ASK ME TO LEAN DOWN!
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Alex: here you are, a nice hot cup of coffee.
Aaron: it’s cold.
Alex: nice cup of coffee.
Aaron: it’s horrible.
Alex: cup of coffee.
Aaron: i’m not even sure it is coffee.
Alex: cup.
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guys help im getting into the book of mormon

Heavenly Father isn't going to help you.Come, well talk over some coffee.

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Anonymous asked:

The only thing I can think about is a Lanheed Tangled au

I like how you think, anon.

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every fandom has a "ironically a furry" fan. thats me, nyello unwanted fam, tis I, the furry

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They said it themselves ^^^

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nyco nyco nyii!

Be quiet,furry.

>:3c

I hate you

*>:3c intensifies*

> : 3 c

S T O P

I,, cann o t b e l I e v e

I come to you w my darkest secrets… and this is ur response..

*melodramatically falls onto my bed, a cat in my arms and chocolate milk in a wine glass*

my love… my one true love… I-

*soap opera sobs*

I repent! I REPENT! Please forgive me!

*faints in dramatic yet graceful pose that somehow conveys the beautiful tragedy of the situation perfectly*

*tears roll down my face and my makeup somehow stays in place, I put on my fursuit, the cats runs away, horrified at what I’ve become*

nyico…. nyico….. nyii………….

*I run out of the room, the wine glass of chocolate milk shatters as dramatic piano music plays*

NOOOOOO!

* I scream into the night, gazing into the empty doorway where you once stood. I start to crawl after you, crying but soon collapse. Overcome with sobs, I choke out a single sentence before the cat decides that the only appropriate place to sit at this particular moment is on my face*

don’t do this to yourself… my love! you are so much more than the fursuit that is consuming you! fight it…. fight.. it…. you are stronger than you know

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