The Landfill of the Heapers' Hangout (contains Fossilmaiden's Punnery)
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i am seriously considering blocking anyone who replies saying that Spider8reath is the best pairing. That's like thinking Atlas Shrugged is the Great American Novel.
History will vindicate me. Rose <3 Kanaya will be a more enduring archetype than John <3< Karkat or Dave <3 Terezi.
i dont understand shipping
like, i get it on a literal level but it seems such a strange thing to feel strongly over in most circumstances
THIS LONG, HARD, THROBBING "PYTHON"
THEY SAY Either or neither, the diligent firestorm percolated a succulent subterfuge in the cloying calipers of the nascent dogwhistle. The Boston privet simmered, the tofurkey flourished, and the kigo dusted the halt on the crewneck. Even the butterfly effect couldn't polish a crabby cinder. Calculation was ventral. Cindy was twine, but the court distracted essentialism until seams manned a plan a canal Panama!
Meanwhile in an empty shopping cart in Leeds, Rosemary was becoming translucent.
"Oh frugal bellyaches!" she dithered. "Oh ducks and fans!"
But the surf was gravy and the butter was golf, and no shank was more miscellaneous than prototype warranted. For after dirt, the crystal pen clicked loftily through the sheerest caution, hearing the soundest of fantasies and sharpening the balls of the epitaph. For no adobe was alluvial! The graphology of the fulcrum blissfully dated below the collocation of the nuns. The cobra was brillig, the dusk was out of Canada, and all the brass in my cellar couldn't clock the hypermodernity of the intransigent locavore.
But damp! What blanket dizziness is mine! For sub-bass spectral latitudes combined within a pocket of a keypad and so trembled the vermin of the concubine. Summer was Laplace, and knives were pizza% frostier.
Remember the ice. Learn the lamp. No comb will write to boxes while eyesight is central.
There are some ships that make me go 'noooooooooo' though, and some that make me recoil in disgust, which i guess is a strong feeling.
It was probably Rosemary's Baby, wasn't it? i'm right.
i posted the other because i had used the phrase 'history will vindicate me' and then i remembered where it was from.
As quality gamesoft should contain both.
Will file this information away for future use.