primaporta girl, yeah all i ever wanted was the world can’t help that i need it all the primaporta life, the rise and fall you say that i’m kind of difficult but it’s always someone else’s fault (antony’s) got you wrapped around my finger, babe you can count on me to misbehave (march on rome)
To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Danny Phantom. The ghostly paradigms are extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of biological engineering most of the jokes will go over a typical viewer’s head. There’s also Danny’s nihilistic outlook, which is deftly woven into his characterization- his fine-tuned combat skills draw heavily from Imi Lichtenfeld, for instance. The fans understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depth of these ghostly puns, to realise that they’re not just funny- they say something deep about the mental state of Amity Park’s residents. As a consequence people who dislike Danny Phantom truly ARE idiots- of course they wouldn’t appreciate, for instance, the humor in Vlad Masters’ infamous catchphrase, “Oh Butter Biscuits,” which itself is a cryptic reference to the theoretical quantum mechanics of The Ghost Zone. I’m smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as Butch Hartman’s genius wit unfolds itself on their television screens. What fools.. how I pity them.
And yes, by the way, i DO have a Phantom Planet tattoo. And no, you cannot see it. It’s for the ladies’ eyes only- and even then they have to demonstrate that they’ve created at least 5 Field Trip to the Ghost Zone fanfictions (preferably more) beforehand. Nothin personnel kid
I’m shelving at work rn and was just thinking. What if Tumblr artists and writers had “reviews” that other popular artists said abt them like. In their descriptions.
“HFJDJWKGKRK” -Tumblr Famous User
“fjfkskfk omg stop that’s so fucking cute” -Popular Artist
Wrecker:Don’t forget to like, subscribe, and smash that notification bell!
Tech: Compliment on their tactic. Elaborate on what a fascinating sensation they provided, and if mutual pleasure is reached, inquire about an additional act of relation—
Crosshair: You want a mint.
Crosshair: If she says no, tell her you’re not asking.
Hunter:*awkwardly putting the ring back into his pocket because he’s a fucking sap for Cyare and one kiss already got him weak* Oh… okay…
Crosshair: I suffer from a disease called “can load the dishwasher correctly.” It’s incredibly rare, very few people have it.
Wrecker:What abt unloading it.
Crosshair:Unloading doesn’t require you to think about jet angles or the unique shittyness of any given dishwasher, and can be delegated to any household member with a brain.
