one gag that never fails to make me lose my shit is when a character is shown next to a framed photograph of themselves, in the exact same pose as in the photo
it’s a mouthful to explain but god damn. that is comedy gold right there.
robot character: *uses their body to shield their human companion from danger because they’re a machine and so don’t consider their life or safety to have as much value as that of the person they love*
me:
human character: *uses their vulnerable human body to shield
their robot companion because even though they’re a machine that can’t
be hurt or killed as easily they value their life equally to their own
because they love them*
This is why the Bury Your Gays trope is so horrible. When every popular story featuring a minority ends with that minority character dead or evil, children are hurt. And shone of them don’t have the cottage to ask for help the way the author of this comic did.
How wonderful would it be if your pet fish could swim through the air next to you and follow you places
Would that be great or would that be great
Catch me slipping in the kitchen trying to avoid my bottom dwellers because they’re eating food scraps that fell to the floor
Noodle would wrap around my desk legs and hide in the trash can
My bettas hate whenever I get my nails done so I would be living in a constant state of swatting really pissed off bettas away from my hands while I try and type/write anything
I’m not sure you realize just how funny the statement “my bettas hate when I get my nails done” is. like I guess you mean they get confused about a minor change in the appearance of your hand aka the Food Delivery Unit but I’m honestly picturing you coming home with your nails painted and your fish just being like “that’s a fuckin trash color and it clashes with everything get some style you giant air-breathing embarrassment”
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