In the (mostly) animal dominated city of Jelliepolis, Suki Higurashi, Amy Cat, Sarah Dog, Lulu Gaulweather and Barbara Clarke we're looking for Gomang, a medicinal plant native to the jungle for their sick friends and family members.
Of Keyblade Wielders and CatDogs - Terra's StoryTerra, who had just finished conversing with Master Xehanort at the Keyblade Graveyard was traveling in his Keyblade Glider, Earthshaker to his next destination but sees a strange world in front of him. The top of the world resembles a fish mashed together with a bone. Curious, Terra decided to have a look at this world. "Maybe who or whatever lives in this world could tell me where I'm going?" So he decided to have a look at this world and land on it.
The world opens up with a strange yellow and orange creature with a cat head on one end and a dog head on the other looking outside from their fish-bone house, only to find that a garbage truck was heading down from the road and the dog half of the creature decided to chase after it.
Terra arrives at the world and didn't see the garbage truck coming towards him until he heard it blow it's horn. Terra instantly backed off and saw the garbage truck being pursued by the strange two-headed creature.
"My body, ugh!" "My body, ouch!" said the
The Tiger Reviews: Mega Babies
This is my first review of perhaps, anything. Anyhow, I'm reviewing an obscure yet very terrible late 90s/early 2000s cartoon that aired on Fox Family Channel called Mega Babies.
While most people complain about all new cartoons being crappy and all old cartoons were better, this old cartoon was crappy...VERY...VERY...CRAPPY!!!
The show focuses on three babies, Meg, Derrick and Buck and their care-giver's name is Nurse Lazlo. According to the show's intro, they were mutated when the planets aligned with each other and got struck by lighting and since then, the 3 babies and their nurse had all kinds of very weird and gross superpowers.
The show itself is the kind that you can puke real easy. I know there were shows during the 90s that did had gross humor like Rocko's Modern Life, Cow and Chicken, Aah!! Real Monsters, Duckman, Courage The Cowardly Dog, CatDog, Ed, Edd N' Eddy and the fathers of gross humor themselves, Ren and Stimpy.
But those shows were tamer in comparison to this one!!
One Jump Ahead[Marco:] Gotta keep
One jump ahead of the breadline
One swing ahead of the sword
I steal only what I can't afford
( That's Everything! )
One jump ahead of the lawmen
That's all, and that's no joke
These guys don't appreciate I'm broke
[Crowd:] Riffraffs! Street rats! Scoundrels! Take that!
[Jonah:] Just a little snack, guys
[Crowd:] Rip him open, take it back, guys
[Marco:] I can take a hint, gotta face the facts
You're my only friends, Benjamin, Pandora Thea, Geronimo and Trap!
[Ladies:] Oh it's sad Marco Sora, Lucius Samax, Jonathan, Jonah Skellington and Kenki Omichi's hit the bottom
They become group rise in crime
I'd blame parents except they hasn't got 'em
[Marco:] Gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat
Tell you all about it when I got the time!
One jump ahead of the slowpokes
One skip ahead of my doom
Next time gonna use a nom de plume
One jump ahead of the hitmen
One hit ahead of the flock
I think I'll take a stroll around the block
[Crowd:] Stop, thief! Van
What can you expect
From filthy little heathens?
Their whole disgusting race is like a curse
Their skin's a hellish red
They're only good when dead
They're vermin, as I said
They're savages! Savages!
Barely even human
Drive them from our shore!
They're not like you and me
Which means they must be evil
We must sound the drums of war!
They're savages! Savages!
Now we sound the drums of war!
This is what we feared
The paleface is a demon
The only thing they feel at all is greed
Beneath that milky hide
There's emptiness inside
I wonder if they even bleed
They're savages! Savages!
Barely even human
Killers at the core
They're different from us
Which means they can't be trusted
We must sound the drums of war
They're savages! Savages!
First we deal with this one
Then we sound
Suki songficSuki:] Little town
It's a quiet village
Like the one before
Full of little people
Waking up to say:
Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour!
[Suki:] There goes the baker with his tray, like always
The same old bread and rolls to sell
Ev'ry morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
To this poor provincial town
[Baker:] Good Morning, Suki, Sora, Kairi, Mitchell, Sarah, Amy, Evan, Riku and Felicia!
[Belle:] 'Morning, Monsieur.
[Baker:] Where are you off to?
[Suki:] The bookshop. We just finished the most wonderful story
about a beanstalk and an ogre and a -
[Baker:] That's nice. Marie! The baguettes! Hurry up! )
[Townsfolk:] Look there she goes those kids are strange, no question
Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?
Never part of any crowd
'Cause their heads' up on some cloud
No denying they're a funny group of kids those Suki, Sora, Kairi, Mitchell, Sarah, Amy, Evan, Riku and Felicia!
[Man I:] Bonjour
[Woman I:] Good day
[Man I:] How is
My most hated thingsHere's my most hated things:
Animal and child abusers
The Creation Vs Evolution Debates
FanBoy and Chum-Chum
Dora the Explorer
SpongeBob SqaurePants (after the first 3 seasons and the movie)
Whiny children (children during the 90s were less whiny)
Knock-offs I love like Dingo Pictures
Hate Art of stuff and people I like
Terra X Aqua (Kingdom Hearts)
Parents who don't take the responsibility of their childrens' actions
Pet owners who don't take the responsibility of their their pets' actions
The Derpy Hooves Controversy
Villain X Heroine pairings
The extremely crazy fanbases (e.g. Kingdom Hearts, Nintendo, Sonic, MLP etc.)
The Mighty B!
Tygra X Cheetara (Thundercats)
War and most shoot-out video games
Haters without good reason
Timon and Pumbaa (The TV show)
Ren and Stimpy: Adult Party
Geronimo's Jelliena themeWho's the mouse who's fun and witty
Scoops the news for Jelliepolis and making adventures in Planet Jelliena
Go! .Go! Geronimo!
He's amazing, he's terrific
Watch out world he's cheddarific
He's outta site and in the know .
He's the one we call Geronimo!
Suki and Bianca's dirty feet fun
One day in a wooded area somewhere in Japan, a black and white haired girl named Suki and a blonde girl named Bianca were walking in the woods with tired looks in their faces.
"Boy, my feet are killing me, Bianca!" said Suki
"Mine's too" said Bianca
Suki had an idea. "Say Bianca, how about getting out our shoes and go barefoot"
Bianca agreed and the two girls taken their shoes off and run off to the forest.
The girls' feet were becoming dirty as they kept running on the dirt.
After a while they rested on a rock, Bianca asked Suki "Suki, check my feet?"
Suki checked Bianca's feet and she told them "Boy, they're very dirty!"
And Bianca checked Suki's feet and she said "Yours are also very dirty!"
But Bianca and Suki really liked their dirty feet and decided to find their boyfriends, Cheren and Marco who found their shoes.
The boys found the girls sitting on the rock and the girls surprise them by teasing them with their dirty soles.
The boys immediately blushed at the site of their girlf
My list of hacksOkay, here's a list of people what I do think are talentless hacks. I've pic some people that I think are very bad writers and here's the list
Ian Flynn (the writer of the Archie Sonic Comics): That guy is such a piss poor excuse for a comic book writer.
He'd made Sonic a total pervert (true I might like some characters that are perverted like Johnny Bravo or Miroku from Inuyasha but at least they're funnier.) flirting with every girl he sees (Sally, Amy, Mina even Fiona). He'd also made Tails not friends with Sonic.. WTF!!! Tails is Sonic's best friend and friends stick together no matter what (not in a yaoi way)
He'd also made Sonic a total loser...Come on, Sonic isn't a loser. He's one of the best video game characters of time and you had to shit on him.
The other characters aren't nice neither. Sally is this over-possessive bitch who wants to marry Sonic and have his kids, Amy is kinda in that level, Tails is a little perverted Romeo amongst others.
Archie doesn't own Sonic, it pro
Have you ever been gassed by that venom crap? Let alone get injected with it?
You don't remember which way is up anymore, or what's going on around you, or even what you were doing a moment ago. All you can think about is this sudden rush that invades your systems. It feels like your lungs are going to collapse, and your whole BODY is screaming at you- all you hear is your own sick, uncontrollable laughing that could never possibly belong to you, and the thumping of your heart that's trying to rip its way out of your chest. You lose your balance immediately but you don't notice, and if you do you don't care. All that matters to you is stopping that laugh of yours. Like if it goes away, everything will be set right and whole again. If you try to stop, your throat only stings more, and if you ever manage to stop all you really want to do is throw up and pass out. It steals your breath so you're constantly gasping for more oxygen, your muscles tense as the venom takes quick effect so your
when spring comes - one.his bedroom is dimly lit, with a musty smell that reminds me of my grandparents old house. the curtains are dark and thick; allowing only small, fragmented beams of light through the dust-coated window. he has mattresses on his floor, slathered in thick, patterned blankets and old pillows. in the corner he has an old stereo system, with two large speakers sitting on top of it. from it plays a quiet, scratchy 1920s band - a jaunty and jazzy tune that scares away the silence that usually hangs gloomily over his bedroom.
the paint on the right hand wall was cracked and peeling in places but for the most it was covered with old photos that stretched from the floor to the roof. some of them made me smile as i ran my eyes over them, still trying to remain conscious of his movements behind me. i turned to face him and saw that hanging on either side of the windows were large, cracked mirrors in dark wood frames. i told him it was probably dangerous to have them there, and he smiled and told m
Myself [Psycho!Reader x Rivaille/Levi] chap.3Myself [Psycho!Reader x Rivaille/Levi]
WARNING! Attention readers! Beware of psychopaths and sadist. Don't like don't read. The further chapters, could contain creepiness and violence.
Chapter 3 — Monsters
"In case, maybe we should dissect her too..."
"Please wait! Maybe I am a monster, but she has nothing to do with this!"
"You're defending her, so she's still on your party! "
"It's the truth!"
"How can we trust you?"
"No!!" Eren yelled, following an awkward silence. Accused of betrayal of humanity, he was attached and bending on the ground. You stood there crossing your arm, beside Hanji, as bored as ever.
"I-I mean, you are wrong. But, you are only talking on your own too. And, even if you never saw a Titan, what are you so afraid of?" After a mere hesitation, he spoke again, "If you have the power, then why don't you fight? If you hold the power and are too afraid to fight, then lend me your strength! Cowards..."
«How interesting. Having
My Little Pony - Hospice X Pt. 2 - Epilogue
4 Months, 11 Days (Ibid.)
I was alone within the most private of all places. I had always been curious as to what may have existed behind that door, and finally the knowledge was mine for the taking; Rarity had allowed me into her Inspiration Room. She was still cleaning herself up in the bathroom, but I imagined that she would be quick it was a bold move indeed to let me into the room without supervision, and I did not believe that she would allow me to have free-access to roam for long. For a little while, however, the interior of her world was mine to gaze upon, as long as I restrained myself from touching anything. Thankfully, I had received no warning about looking upon her great trove of treasured possessions, and I found myself doing just that.
It was truly mesmerising how organised chaos could be perceived. To me, the room was the direct antithesis to Rarity's normal argument of cleanliness; here she allowed materials to fall with reckless abandon, pooling in mass
My Little Pony - Hospice I
Before diving into this, I think some background would be useful. When she was young, she had dreams. Dreams of shining and of making others shine. She made herself and others look beautiful; for that initial interim she held high. When she fell (south of Ponyville, Old Manehattan-land) her dreams became nightmares, seizing her by the hoof and never letting go. She was taken and put into a bed of rust and red crosses. I was one of the few who had the time to give. She wanted me dead but it pained her to see me walk out those sliding doors.
Now, I won't pretend I understand. I never will know what she went through for those ten months and two days. She had a constant sting in her side that she claimed she could only numb by sticking her head in the stove. Her nightmares became easier during this time. And I like to think that I did my best in the time that she had to make her comfortable, even when the sting became too painful to breathe.
But let it be known that this w
The White Parade: I of VIChapter I: The Patient(s)
They call him The Patient.
No one is really sure what his real name is, save the doctors and nurses who treat him, I guess—but really, what sort of shitty general nickname is “The Patient” in a place like this? This hospital is full of patients—most of them running out of patience for their diseases and the treatments that are supposed to help them. But somehow… It doesn’t matter who you’re talking to, or who is talking to you; say “The Patient” with the right amount of inflection and people automatically know. It doesn’t matter how they know—they just do.
It isn’t that he’s remarkable in any way. He’s tall, thin—the thinness in him probably more from his treatments than his diet or lack thereof. His hair is so blonde that in some lights people must think that it’s white, or that he doesn’t have any. There is the possibility that some
Diviners of Runawynd Act I
"But that's just immoral!" Denying all professionalism, Garrick harshly snapped at the supreme god, Keiran, who calmly sat in his cozy, luxurious office seat. "I can't believe you want me to carry out a mission like that!"
With the mildest of expressions, Keiran merely blinked up at the enraged one and countered, unexpectedly cold, "Since when do morals matter here? At this place where we observe and judge humanity? We focus on facts, not feelings. You know that." He added, patronizing.
"Tch, I don't need you reminding me. And I know what I need to do, but there's no way I'm-" Garrick welcomed the coming verbal battle; thus, when his superior rose from his seat, he could feel his own temper rising as well.
Keiran then approached him face-to-face, smirking all the while he spoke. "Look, I love the way you think " A graceful hand took to Garrick's pounding neck, reached to his face, where it departed with a tender caress. "But talking back to your superior isn't a good idea when the
Mr. Abbine Speaks
Mr. Abbine, I'm going to show you a few pictures. I want you to identify the people for me.
"I'll do what I can."
Can you tell me who this is?
"That's my good for nothing neighbor. He sits around his deck and smokes all day. Then he goes inside and probably gets high from pot or something stupid like that. I'll bet that guy is living off Welfare, the scumbag. Don't even get me started on the whore he keeps around-"
Mr. Abbine, please try to keep your answers focused on the subject. Can you identify this woman for me?
"That's my mother. She calls me three times a day to complain about how something 'isn't as great as it used to be.' I once told her she sounded old, and she started crying. Then she started calling me more often. Even though I've moved out twenty years ago, that woman continues to be a drain on my life."
Very good. This younger gentleman, tell me about him.
"That's Gary. He's a needy pain-in-the-ass. I swear, he follows me around work all day. Every day, with this guy. I
The White Parade: V of VIChapter V: Four Weeks
It’s a month to the show. A month. Four weeks, give or take a day…
“I can’t believe it. Prismacolor markers, pencils…oil paints, turpentine…brushes…” He stares at the bounty with wide eyes. “Where did you get all of this?”
I just grin and set down a bag full of canvases of various sizes on the bed. “I happen to have very good friends.”
Actually, Mac happens to have very good friends. Friends in places an artist can only dream to have friends.
“Are those the…?”
“Mm-hmm. I think someone said something about bringing in an easel later.”
“Really? A-an easel?”
“Mm-hm.” I open the window. A small breeze blows through the screen, but nothing strong enough to disrupt papers. “It’ll be easier than painting on the windowsill.”
“Yeah…” He goes back to staring at the