Otaku Chaos

I always wear the same clothing

idle animation

awkward dialog

sometimes I get stuck on doors and have to back up and try again

got a big test coming up this saturday

This looks so damn bloomy it hurts.

We’re not here for that though, we’re here to discus this little tramp and her stamps (stamps not included). This little bimbo is a barbie doll. She has enough outfits to pull off seven quintillion Sailor Moon Transitions back-to-back. 

Let us not sugar coat it my bros- cuz that neck do things it shouldn’t. This little ho is capable of murder my bros. And we are her targets. She’s so insane that even Satan doesn’t want that ass, and she tried so hard. Too bad she can’t get anything hard. 

Speaking of hard, Miku dumped her ass on the Murder business and went off on her own thing. Amane decides to raid her closet, only to realize that she still looks like a head-swap of furture style Rin. OH WAIT. 

I’m more than certain Miku and Rin has some copulation situation and shat out this fucker. Her aloof bimboobs must have been hard to push out along with her ambitions, one quick trip to pmx editor was enough for this lovechild to become the next barbie doll. And lord Tda still sighs at her sins. 

En short, YURI is god’s work.

i made my dad dress up as a ghost for my art project

And Guildenstern is all “I dont know how to play a flute, my lord”

You know nothing of this world, this universe, or Javert!

Yes, yes, the ‘aliens are a different color’ trope is great and you can get a lot of commentary out of it. After all, we humans do hate things that are a different color than peach.

But do you know what else we humans hate?

We humans hate anything other than the normal ‘body’.

Give me an Earth - no, no, not just the broad Earth, give me a high school - where a few different groups of aliens are there as part of the universal foreign exchange program, and the human students are having a field day.

Give me bullies who taunt all of the aliens. Give me an administrative body that does nothing. “Well, humans will be humans.” Give me parents who teach their children that it’s alright to stare at the aliens. Give me a metaphor so blunt that you’re all probably groaning.

Give me all of this.

And then give me a group of disabled kids who come to the aliens’ defense.

Give me an alien who can’t see, who cannot possibly grasp the concept of seeing, who doesn’t know what the big deal is about seeing. And then give me a blind kid who’s like, “Yeah, I don’t get what the big deal is, either. But you’re never going to survive on this planet without having some sense of where you’re going. Here, try this.”

“IS IT A WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION?”

“…Close. It’s called a cane. No, no, it’s not - you don’t have to - okay, seriously, stop poking everyone with it.”

*Poke poke*

“That’s literally doing nothing.”

*Poke poke*

“You’re not injuring anyone.”

*Poke poke*

“I’m pretty sure you’re poking the lamp.”

Give me an alien who doesn’t walk, so much as it slithers. And it gets along well with a boy in a wheelchair, who really regrets letting it borrow said wheelchair because it somehow turned it into a nuclear-powered mini spaceship that travels down the hallways at the speed of light. (”I was in the bathroom for like two minutes.”)

Give me an alien who is over-stimulated and begins creating weird sonic waves from its mouth, before an autistic girl covers him with a weighted blanket, completely pacifying him.

Give me a girl with behavioral issues who talks to an alien with behavioral issues and is like, “I’ll tell you what; I’ll promise not to punch Jane “Homecoming Queen” Doe in her face, if you promise not to destroy the entire east side with the push of a button.”

Give me a boy with a prosthetic arm and leg building a prosthetic arm and leg for a very excited alien, who doesn’t know how to thank them enough.

Give me an alien who is really, really, really, really, really confused because what do you mean you have a machine that keeps your life source from exploding, what is this maker of paces, you humans are hard core.

Give me an alien who is equally confused because what do you mean she can’t hear? Her hearing appendages are right there? I see nothing wrong with them?

And then give me the alien parents who are the biggest soccer moms of the galaxy and find out that the other kids were picking on their children and are ready to blow up the entire world before the aliens are like, “No, look, it’s cool, these humans don’t pick on us.” “Yeah, they’re cool.” “Besides, they give us weapons of mass destruction.” *Poke poke*

Somebody give me this!

Wait a minute, I’m an author!

I’ll give it to myself.

And also to all of you.