omg i am turning 15 next monday i literally hate my life like no.
If you can read this, you don't need glasses!
I also want this to happen
They would take tea and talk about how many whiskers they’ve had pulled out by their rotten kids
This tea is awful. It’s fucking disgusting. Don’t believe that lazy shit idyllic pastoral landscape on the goddamn cardboard box. It’s a damn lie and if you drink this tea you’ll know the heart of minty darkness
Like OK I appreciate that it tries to prepare you for whats inside by a cute picture on the box. Fresh green mint leaves, and some candy cane sticks to get you in that shitty assfaced Christmas mood. Look it’s even tied with a repugnant little red bow. fuck this tea.
So if you open the box and immediately steep a cup prepare to get one of those cute lil candy canes up your FUCKING NOSE and in your FUCKING EYES because this shit doesn’t know personal space in the same way a demon from hell doesn’t know a loving God.
I hope you like drinking your throat lozenges because here’s a blistering stream an actual menthol golem would piss down your fucking throat while you gag on its candy-striped wiener.
So you lock this shit in a box for 3 months while you recover from the worst toothpaste-flavored blowjob of your life and maybe get yourself together again. You recover. You move on. Things are looking pretty up and you think back, well maybe that godforsaken tea didn’t really taste like a peppermint Siberia. So you make a cup like the foolish piece of shit you are
and you’re right, but so wrong about the character and nature of your mistake you might as well star in Greek tragedy. You pathetic bag of bollocks.
because in the months its been locked in a top-shelf tomb the life and vehement mint-based hatred for the physical world has withered and desiccated out of its soulless teabag husks.
Now what you have got in your fucking unfortunate mug is a hot steaming cup of fuck you that tastes like the inside of the birch tree on the fucking box, or maybe Santa’s tears mixed with mummy dust, or midwinter leaf litter a vaguely minty dog only rolled in once.
The aftertaste stinks of wax. Why wax? Because it wants to remind you that you’re the kid who ate birthday candles in first grade, that’s why. And every single other bad decision you now regret.
fuck this tea. fuck it, it tastes like a hollow mannequin of a tea, hot leaf swill unfit to fertilize even fake fucking flowers.Maybe you could tan leather in it. I don’t fucking know but get it away from me and the human race. Fucking shoot it at the moon where it belongs with all of the other celestial fucking seasonings. fuck
I never thought I’d reblog a tea review but here we are.
I made a thing.
I don’t know why I made the thing.
I regret making the thing.
I apologize for the thing.
Stars and moons and air balloons,
fluffy clouds to the horizon.
I’ll wrap you in rainbows and rock you to sleep again.
Teddy bears of pink, ducks and lambs of white.
Don’t you cry dear I’m here now,
I’ll be your nightlight.
I doubt Yakko would ever sing this to Dot; far too mushy and feels-y for him, I feel. But I was drawing this scene and was suddenly reminded of this song, and thought it would be cute to imagine it happening.
Animaniacs: Wakko’s Wish favorite scene - The Story of Dot’s Birth.
I really love the way that Warner Bros. showed Yakko being more than her older brother & actually portrayed him as a stand in father figure to her. Since their parents died, he’s been appointed as the stand in parental figure for both her and for Wakko and that really shows in this scene right here.
I love how gentle his voice is when he is telling her this story and how loving his whole attitude is when it comes to spending time with her. Even if he teases her a lot, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love and care for her.
Let’s just say for short that this scene tugged at my heartstrings.
Animaniacs: Wakko’s Wish favorite scene part 3 - The Story of Dot’s Birth
I still stand by the fact that this is one of the most touching scenes of the entire movie besides near the end where he tells it again when he thinks that Dot is dying in his arms.
I love how much of a loving brother he is shown being right here, even though it will never happen because the series is over, I still think that Yakko would make an excellent father if he had his own kids in the future.
So I like to think that Dot & Wakko are his kids from time to time because of the way he acts.