look who arrived in the mail!!!!
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this morning, I discovered that this kid in Godzilla Against Mechagodzilla is meant to be the kid from Hamtaro
so while GxM doesn't exist in any prior Godzilla timeline, it does exist in the Hamtaro universe, which to me implies that the sentient hamsters are some form of mutation as well, possibly irradiated by-
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average vbs event: Wicked Epic Sound is participating in the next event with us!!!! we have to practice super hard and show them who is Boss!! lets go team!!!!
average mmj event: SHIZUKU did you lose the 1099 tax forms. we NEED to file those as freelancers otherwise the IRS will give us More More Penalties!
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hashirama: now we can drink together as war buddies! :D
madara: *literally dying* you stupid.... shit.... i wanted.... your co....
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"[It was] impressive of Leclerc to only make one stop. [...] I don't think we could have made a one stop."
Oscar Piastri | Japanese Grand Prix | 7 April 2024
Source: motorsport-total.com
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oooh but to be pinned down against the panel control by alastor during that one scene in stayed gone. maybe you're one of his contracted souls. maybe you're one of the poor souls seeking redemption. maybe you're one of his friends, if the radio demon has such a thing. maybe you're playing spy for vox. doesn't matter - you're here during his showdown with vox.
his façade drops. you take a step back, until your hip hits the control panels. there's nowhere to run. not with him looming over you. his ever-present smile stretches impossibly wide, fangs bared, hot breath fanning your skin. saliva trickles down his gaping maw. your breath hitches when it hits the tender skin of your neck, lips parting in a silent gasp.
"i'm gonna make you wish that i'd stayed gone."
his body contorts and stretches, limbs elongating until he encases you, studies you - pupils like radio dials emerging from a pool of black. he's close. too close. oh, and he's pissed.
you've never seen something as terribly beautiful as him.
his claws dig in your chin, craning up your neck just short of humanely possible until you meet his stare. he sings, still, static digging into your very bones until it steals your breath away, until it's only you and the radio demon watching you like you're his last meal. oh, and he's snarling his verse, voice dripping with venom as he goes, as you drown into him.
there's a distorted chuckle in his voice, the richness of his laughter merging with that of his audience's.
"oh, this will be fun."
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