Recently, I have discovered that literally one of the few collectible video games I have— an unopened FDS copy of Doki Doki Panic I got off of eBay randomly almost 25 years ago— has igone missing. I think this little fucker took it and used it as a coaster.

And all buizels shall beat a path to your door 🧡💛

Husband 💕

I tapped out after S3. I’m like “Christ, you have no idea what you guys wanna do with these characters or this story.”

It happens a lot, especially on Netflix. A concept or a half baked “vibe” is enough to get greenlit for at least a season. S1 gets people hooked, then they run out of ideas.

Take his wallet when he’s buzzed and max out his daddy’s credit cards buying Ben Clawhauser something nice for Christmas.

I used to be one. Maybe if I’m around enough of them they will bring that out of me again.

Granted, the world in which they are coming-of-age is definitely one that is making it especially scary to acknowledge, and let alone express that sexuality in the first place. :/

Just kids scared of their emergent sexuality. Then nature takes its course over the years, and they become horny and empathetic long before acquiring the institutional power and social and financial capital in the community to seriously challenge or reshape its sex-positive and queer foundations.

I had the pleasure of attending this conference in person with my mate and I was spellbound seeing you present this piece to us. Vielen dank! ❤️

Well well another piano marsupial..! 💕

‘Cade is the Buizel, Izzy is the Growlithe!

Good Lord 😻

We made it once during the first part of lockdown. It involves mixing a lot of sugar and vinegar into very finally beaten egg and then using a special pan to cook it very thin and then fold it over itself many times, kind of like beating a katana together.

All my friends are eating trash!

All my friends are down to smash