Obsessed With This Template Can You Tell. Original

obsessed with this template can you tell. original

Why does the last one look like Izuku's putting up his middle finger like 🖕

izuku ੈ✩‧₊ *ೃ

im so glad he can finally rest 🥺

my boy deserves it sm

bonus bc it made me laugh:

LUMALEE WITH A GUN!!!

The best/funniest way they could respond to the backlash is to just replace crisp rat's voice lines entirely with Charles Martinet making his standard Mario gibberish noises and change nothing else.

Just play it completely straight, leave all the other dialogue exactly as-is

Peach: And so, brave heroes from beyond, I implore you to save our kingdom. You are the only ones who can.

Luigi: What? No... no, that's crazy, we're not heroes, we're plumbers! Tell her, Mario!

Mario: HEEPITTYBIPPITYBOPPITYBUNO

Luigi: You.. You don't really mean that, do you? You can't, not after everything that's happened!

Mario: WAHOO MAMMA MIA

*Mario straightens his hat and grits his teeth as the camera zooms in on his face*

Mario:

Mario: YIPPEE

Thank you

Really

nobody is irrelevant. nobody is invisible. your neighbors know your name and see you set off to school or work or the backyard everyday, sometimes with a spring in your step and sometimes with hunched over shoulders. there was this one time some stranger pointed you out to their friends and said “that’s the haircut I want” or “I have that shirt, too” or “they go to my school”. someone has admired the way you carry yourself or gave a presentation or even the way you’re so polite when you first meet a person. you’ve made comments or jokes that have stuck in minds of overhearers and eavesdroppers. when old classmates of yours think back to kindergarten or fourth grade or sophomore year they remember you and have an opinion of you. you’ve made recommendations of songs and restaurants and even cookie brands and actually introduced people to their all-time favorites. the cashier at the grocery store knows exactly what laundry detergent your household uses, or even if you don’t do your laundry at all.

you can never be irrelevant. there’s pieces of you everywhere, in a dozen lives, in a hundred dreams, in a million memories. maybe it’s true that you don’t have any friends, and you have a sucky relationship with your family or no family at all and no-one ever checks up on you, and you’re really very lonely, but that doesn’t determine your worth. you do. and so do the billions of small attributions you’ve already made to the world, both long-term and short-term. so thank you.

Touch my liver and I'll shove a cloud down your throat. Okay

One day your liver will be mine

Don't have one