haven’t seen this on tumblr yet, and tis the season
[caption] driver, muttering: god damnit, it’s paul. driver, at full volume: mornin’ paul! paul, cheerfully: the world will be reduced to ash! driver, muttering again: jesus christ that guy creeps me out. [/caption]
[additionally the driver is brian david gilbert, paul is a skeleton sitting on a bench with its arm sticking in the air, and the voice of paul is also brian david gilbert]
if shes your girl then why have i slowly been replacing her parts until there’s nothing left of her original body? is she then still your girl?
They ship of theseus’d my girl
Can’t have shit in Detroit
this actually perfectly demonstrates the transitive property of memes: you can replace a meme piece by piece until it only structurally resembles the original, and it is, in fact, the same meme.
call that the meme of theseus thesis
tumblrites can have a little intertextuality as a treat
my naym is ship and when i’m broke the broken part from me they toke
replace the part had been the plan but in the morn hand door car man
*me shoving transitive properties into my purse* sorry, I have to go
Yes, you do have to go, there’s a horse emergency at the children’s hospital.
A short comic about Tiffany Aching and Sam Vimes,
two of Discworld’s hardest working characters. The recent conversation about crunch inspired me to make this piece.
Very glad we live in the era of writers being able to win fights for on screen gay couples but the thing about the censorship is it forces people to write insane metaphors and make such compelling use of subtext to write just the juiciest relationships and i think sometimes writers should pretend theyre being censored just a little bit. like you can make it textual later just dance around it for a while and do whatever the fuck was going on with house and wilson for a bit first
Greetings, Ellie Lol! I think Peter’s just here for more cookies. As for what is happening to your post, I couldn’t say, Darling
Pleased to make your acquaintance, though. <3
The scene that plays out before you is somewhat surreal– from the odd choice of euphemism to the grease coating the young man’s hair. But one thing sticks out above all else.
