if i may be so bold as to add commentary outside of tags-
vang0’s sweater was supposed to feature him holding up his hand symbol. it closer resembles... a fleshy blob with a mustache, but if anyone asks him, it’s “modern art. you-you wouldn’t understand” and accompanied almost every time by a scoff.
dasha’s was, in theory, going to be her pistols. instead it just has a big square of yellow yarn in the middle. she tells burger it looks just like them, and awkwardly slots them together to form a vaguely rectangular shape. he’s thrilled by this.
(they team up to make him a sweater; dasha acquires the supplies and vang0 learns to knit in order to make it. it is an equally unrecognizable mismash of colors that they explain sheepishly was supposed to be-
“a burger!” burger chainz exclaims, and hugs it tight to his chest. to this day dasha still has no fucking clue how he managed to figure it out.)
lately I have been thinking of a bunch of different characters crocheting because haha I do that
and now I am thinking about Burger Chainz making Dasha and Vang0 sweaters that look... kinda bad
but they both wear them anyways because Burger made them so they have to and they can’t let BURGER know they’re not actually that good, it’ll make him sad
I really do be thinking about bri and Jo's tryin show like I really do be thinking about it like really I really do I swear I do be thinkin about it like really
hm. physically? i could beat up clayton. emotionally? i don’t know. i don’t know if i could carry that weight.
i’m back on my the altogether bullshit
anyway follow through is criminally underrated and should be on spotify
sometimes family isn’t two kids and a mom and a dad.
sometimes family is one (1) boy detective, the grim reaper who secretly is a massive dork, a cynical elf wizard who pretends he’s not soft for his whole family, a functional 30 year old man, the 30 year old’s dog army, an elderly beach-living dwarf who runs a summer camp, the beach dwarf’s son and daughter, a gnome pilot, a distressed and exhausted leader of a nonprofit on the moon, a grim reaper who wears blue jeans, his grim reaper wife with a penchant for fire spells, a dragonborn rogue who likes doing flips, her half orc wife who likes doing flips, the actual goddess of death, the actual goddess of fate, a random dude who worked on the moon and fired the 30 year old and the beach dwarf and the elf wizard out of a cannon, and two to three cats owned by the grim reaper dork and the elf wizard.
sometimes garfield shows up.
“needless to say, we’ve taken time
used it to make our smiles align
still your emotions changed on a dime
our love was red, the world was blue
love was impatient, now we’re through
there’s only one thing left to say this time:
i hope you’re fine
goodbye”
if pat got a tumblr the world would end
i, for one, well, i haven’t seen the sun in…. gosh, days, or maybe even months,