0:11 with Rocket army dancing before Giovanni
don’t tell me that’s not a real thing that really happens BECAUSE IT IS
A sketch I commissioned from RubyconCream. This is what the inside of my mind looks like all day, every day.
“God dammit, you two, stop fighting–Archie, give Maxie back his Groudon–I SAID SHUT THE GODDAMN HELL UP, DO YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE YOU BOTH AT A GAS STATION LIKE WE DID WITH N? Oh, for fuck’s sake…Cyrus, how many miles until we get to Disneyworld?”
“…and then I said, ‘That’s not a Walrein–that’s my ex-wife!’”
(A picture I commissioned from RubyconCream; I feel like these two would get along. It would look nothing like this picture but still.)
I know the Petrel cosplayer’s shoes are just for added height, but I kind of feel like he might actually own those.









