Empress of Mars: Undisputed @zebratron2084@awoo.space

THIS "ME PURSE"

ME PURSE ACTUALLY GOT PLACE UPTOWN

ME PURSE JUST SLUM HERE

Lower Shelfsylvania: high-rent tech district, with easy commute to the phone charger. In vague left-right order: Cloud, unnamed Slinky Raccoon, Unnamed Lizard Friend, Kismet, Dellinger, Helix, Poiuyt, Kismet's Tail, Lady MystiQue Marmalad (he/him), BEAR!!!, and Another Lizard Friend

Central Shelfsylvania. Primarily residential. Uh, most of these folks don't have names, so I guess this is kinda our Rust Belt underclass. However, I do see Rubin, Monique, and Princess Rajah in there.

Scenic Upper Shelfsylvania. Primary exports: fluff, dust, rainbows. Anything goes up there.

Pictured: Squid One, Psalmanazar, Yirgacheffe, Lauderdale, Lady Rainicorn,
Subcomandante Arjuna.

Here we have Antler Mother's Shrine, cultural center of Upper Deskylvania.

Living here, from left to right: Robot, Antler Mom, Rastacorn, Amethyst, Arlo, and Feygeld.

A quick political map of Autonomous Plush Republics in our apartment:

First, we have the Couch Amazons, Noelle and N'Kenge.

i'm arthur fear me

i'm so glad my fellow leftists have developed such a skill for reacting to threats in a balanced and measured fashion

with such calm heads and a balanced pragmatic tactical outlook on the future we can surely only triumph

seriously fucking cut this shit out

#DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM

dammit this acoustic guitar has a nicer living room than we do

i knew it wouldn't be long

our time has come comrades

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I'm GONNA get a bite of that cereal sooner or later, motherfuckers.

Theme detected.

Now to figure out who adopted Crepe, Aebleskiver, Johnnycake, Jianbing, and IHOP's Rooty Tooty Fresh 'N Fruity®

(i think that last one is a showdog name)

I know her mom will recognize this dog immediately as Not Her Corgo but I still did a doubletake at this and wondered if @mawr's Toast was living a double life. :D

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#moodsnapshot #whamcity #codecs #alanresnick

(source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dwLs9juzWw)

doop de doop de doo

I'm fucking sick of seeing lazy-ass dehumanizing hyperbole like "there are no good cops," but... yeah.

Poison Skittles metaphor. It's not our goddamn job to tell the good ones from the bad ones; any number of bad ones whatsoever is too many; the number of bad ones seems to be rising, not falling; and every time someone dies from pulling a bad one, their manufacturers are more concerned about their brand than getting the damn poison out of the factory. >__<

Plus, every so often one comes out of the bag with a swastika on it instead of an "S" and if you're thinking "yeah, but those S ones are usually a really good wholesome snack" instead of "who the fuck is making poison Nazi skittles" there is something wrong with you. >____<

do not taunt me with the smashmouth

you have no idea what kind of arsenal i have

do not make me consider retaliation

every one of these psychic weapons has been field-tested against a Level 49 dragon who is already used to my bullshit