I was having a lovely conversation with my mom today at the dinner table while eating tacos. We were talking about fictional and celebrity hunks. She listed Chris Evans, Thor and Chris Pratt. I listed Harrison Ford/ Han Solo and Bucky Barnes.
“Who else do you find as a hunk?” My beloved mami (mom for Spanish, yes I still call her mami, let me act like a kid around her 🙄) asked.
I snapped my fingers and pointed to nothing but air “Hunter from The Bad Batch.”
My amazing Mami looked at me and said “That’s a cartoon character” She gave me a look and said “that’s…weird.”
I then showed her a picture of Hunter (even though she has seen him before). She then said “He looks like Rambo.”
My somewhat uncultured ass looked up Rambo.
Oh my gosh
Oh my gosh
Holy smokes-
MY MOTHER, MY AMAZING MAMI, WAS NOT LYING
Conversation with a friend of mine after looking up Rambo
RAMBO IS LITERALLY HUNTER BUT FROM THE 80S WITH A PEW PEW AND SWEATY ASS ABS AND SHOULDERS ANS BICEPS
Hunter, baby, honey, sweetheart, cream to my coffee, amor, mi corazón, please, take off your shirt and be Space Rambo. I’ll be your little housewife. I cook, clean, and I’m great with kids. Call me at 1-800-NEED-A-MAN
So, uh @spacervanguard threw a curve ball at me and asked if she could draw Grandpa V. I said yes.
😭
Look at her! These came out so fuuuuuucccking good!!!!!! I love her. Thank you so much again! For the millionth time. You're incredibly good, as an artist and a person.💜💛💜💛
"So then!" Twig's voice echoed off of the walls of the cave. "Spinda came over with a Rawst berry and asked if I was okay! And at that point, I was in so much distress that I just took it without saying anything and ate the whole thing in two bites! But I did it so fast that I choked on it!"
Twig's laughter echoed off the cave walls, muffled only by the sand and a few dirty, ancient, pillows. Twig's laughter trailed off, and she gave a hearty sigh. "So yeah, that's how I found out I couldn't eat any spicy food!"
Twig quietly stared at the cave wall she'd been talking to. Crudely carved on the surface were people she'd known. Friends, neighbors, shopkeepers, the members of Wigglytuff's guild...
Celebi, Dusknoir...
Grovyle...
Manaphy...
Kip...
And next to the carving of Kip was a carving of a charmander.
Twig's arms wrapped tight around her chest. Her smile faded as tears stung in her eyes.
After a moment passed, the silence was broken by a sob, then a whimper;