#dew ditto

[bbubbles-mewtopia]

Mew meetup!

Mito belongs to @mew-sanctuary !

Kick and Ark belong to @the-mew-crew !

Kura belongs to @a-shy-mimiktwo !

Tired Mew belongs to @whatifmw !

Calico belongs to @saguaropokevariants !

Dew belongs to @dittwo-mitto-dew !

[strawberryfantasia]

Daily Alphabet Song Challenge: D.

•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.

Ditto - NewJeans.

2. Deja Vu - Olivia Rodrigo.

3. Down Bad - Taylor Swift.

4. Domino - Stray Kids.

5. Diet Mountain Dew - Lana Del Rey.

•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙*˚⁺‧. ˚ *•̩̩͙ ✩.

[dittwo-mitto-dew]

@distortionmewtwo Ultraviolet: Is there anything special you all like to eat but don't have much access to? I could retrieve some for you if so.

[dittwo-mitto-dew]

Had to make some slight adjustments, but I just couldn't not join in the cuteness.

I know this is a bit much work but... could you maybe draw every mewtwo on tumblr? ( plus mine)

Unfortunately, I think that's impossible... There's tons of Mewtwo blogs I probably haven't ever seen, not to mention some may have like 10 Mewtwos just from one blog alone. I think that'd be too overwhelming for me, as I already struggled with my first big group drawing. Sorry :((

[haespoir]

[ 7:32 am ]

now playing: ditto, new jeans

it was entirely too late. you had told donghyuck you were going to sleep about 3 hours ago. technically, it wasn’t a lie. you tried to, you really did. but your thoughts were filled with the man who had spent hours playing his games with you on the phone. 

denying the fact that you were so disgustingly in love with your best friend was nearly impossible. not when you had spent the entire night listening to him complain about his games. you didn’t understand what a dive comp was, nor did you really get what he meant when said that he was tired of losing his elo; he tried to explain it to you, but it was like it fell on deaf ears. you couldn't understand no matter how hard you tried.

not that either of you really minded. he loved your enthusiasm to learn about his hobbies, and you loved his voice. maybe that's why you find yourself falling asleep as he continues to speak. donghyuck can only laugh softly at your sleepy voice before he ends the call, promising to be at your house bright and early so you could walk to school together. except now that you didn't have his melodic voice to lull you back to sleep, you were wide awake, and your heart was pounding as you thought about him. 

he was so adorable; he would wake up early to pick you up from your house before you left for school. he always made sure to stop by the convenience store to grab drinks and a snack for the two of you to share when walking. he always took such good care of you; it was so difficult to not fall in love with him.

when the morning dew settles on the grass and donghyuck’s knocking at your door, you’re certain you got less than 30 minutes of sleep. but it doesn’t seem to matter because the sight of your best friend has you feeling energized beyond belief. and when you nearly tackle him for a hug, you think that you could go hours without sleep if it means that you can get the affection of your best friend. 

the walk to school is just like it would be any other day: donghyuck’s fingers are intertwined with yours as you share a roll of gimbap from the convenience store. your heart feels like it’s hammering in your chest as he begins to swing your hands. 

there was no one else you wanted more than donghyuck, so when the school comes into view you make a brave decision. 

“donghyuck, i like you.” 

“i know,” he replies simply, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.  

“no donghyuck, i like like you,” you almost whine, hoping that the male doesn’t tease you.  

he smiles widely, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your lips. 

“ditto.”

[joy-glory-and-foster]

(Pokemon IRL blog run by @theangstking

magic anons - off

Pelipper Mail - on)

hello!

we are the staff of one of the many Pokemon Centers in the Surroh region! specifically, we run the Center in Guajava City.

the Surroh region tends to run our Pokemon Centers a little differently than most other regions, however our Center is one of the few with as much staff as we have. as such, we decided to make this blog to talk about ourselves and our work!

I'm Foster! I use he/him pronouns. my main Pokemon partners are my two Indeedee, my Vaporeon, Jolteon, and Flareon, and my Eevee!

my name is Glory! I use they/them pronouns. my partners are my Audino, Espeon, Umbreon, Ditto, Musharna, and my own Eevee!

and of course, there's the classic Nurse Joy, that's me! she/her pronouns! my team consists of my Blissey and Chansey, Sylveon, Glaceon, Leafeon, and my Eevee as well!

all three of us are adults, and have been through college and proper nursing training!

housekeeping and more info below the cut!

Foster's Pokemon:

Indeedee - Doe - female - Gentle - psychic/normal - Own Tempo

Indeedee - Buck - male - Calm - psychic/normal - Inner Focus

Vaporeon - Dew - male - Bashful - water - Water Absorb

Jolteon - Thunder - male - Hardy - electric - Volt Absorb

Flareon - Smoke - male - Serious - fire - Guts

Eevee - Dusty - male - Quirky - normal - Adaptability

Glory's Pokemon:

Audino - Venus - female - Brave - normal - Healer

Espeon - Apollo - male - Sassy - psychic - Magic Bounce

Umbreon - Artemis - Serious - female - dark - Inner Focus

Ditto - Pluto - genderless - Jolly - normal - Limber

Musharna - Halo - female - Quiet - psychic - Forewarn

Eevee - Eos - male - Jolly - normal - Anticipation

Joy's Pokemon:

Blissey - Ambrosia - female - Calm - normal - Serene Grace

Chansey - Muffin - female - Modest - normal - Natural Cure

Sylveon - Jellybean - male - Relaxed - fairy - Cute Charm

Glaceon - Meringue - male - Mild - ice - Ice Body

Leafeon - Cookie - male - Adamant - grass - Leaf Guard

Eevee - Biscuit - female - Timid - normal - Run Away

TAGS :

foster - posts involving Foster speaking

glory - posts involving Glory speaking

joy - posts involving Joy speaking

center shenanigans - events that have happened directly in the Center

center info - posts that apply to information about either Pokemon Centers in general, or Surron Pokemon Centers specifically

asks and submissions - asks and submissions

ask game - ask games and related (for ask games, please specify which of the three of us you're directing it at!)

reblogs - reblogs!

((oocmun - admin posts!))

(more to be added as things are fleshed out)

[tvcore-productions]

Box full of shards(WIP title)

Premise: Gengar takes care of a clefairy egg, that's all

This isnt the full fic but if this interest you, I'm probably gonna update more consistently on wattpad,ao3, and storyforge

The Weight of a Soul

Coldness shuttered the forest, a love for the dead ancestors but not the Pokemon that evolved by them.

The moon's glow silhouetted the rocky top of the mountain. A widened path down the mountain for a large Pokemon, that can smoothen the road and plant seeds that sprout along the way up to their den.

 The Aggron, not noticing the moon's reflection of the sun like a mirror cast down its cold light in front of their cave. The moon had begun peering inside the sleepy Aggron, with a shadow walking by the moon’s peering light in the darkness.

An eerie glow that shapes up into threads of seafoam, a house picture of a cabin of integrity. If it was a simple picture, it was surreal to remember. The Aggron was aloof in memories, a sight of staring at wood after following a rocky trail. 

Threads of their dream became a snack, for one ghost, and one more uncaring for others to sleep around the area. Gengar was out of the shadows. Stretching for their morning after midnight, with the moon peering away after Gengar took a slow, and patient time with eating Aggrons dream.

When the dreams were absorbed, the unnoticeable flutter of the Aggrons lidded their gaze up. They were unable to notice the shooting star approaching at comet speed. It was just their uninvited guest, 'whose weight on the world is the one wanting the dead as their companion to have more company,' Mother said.

“...Did you give me nightmares so you could eat more.”

The Gengar looked back, tilting their head with their smile, and gave a casual shrug.

The moon shines down on their translucent fur, outlining their curvy, rounded bodies. Gengars weren't known for their gender difference. But the off-putting contrast of soft, sharp eyes looking comfortable after a well-fed meal had tied Aggron's stomach.

The Gengar's flaming fur of their shadow silhouette, phasing out of the mountain. They gleamed through the forest before the sun rose for others' dreams. Grinning a haunting face of gleam for eating their 'Morning breakfast dew'.

Renergized to leave a soul-sleeping sound. But even the ghost-type would chuckle over their dismay as they left their den. The Gengars’s eyes contorted back to how it was to an uncaring and prankster gleam like their smile.

The trail, dirt smoothed, and footsteps from a dragon made of steel smooth down the path and hold the forest neatly. A bigger Aggron repetitively watches the dance of the pond market, sitting by the cliff.

A Clefairy egg by the mountain's south side, no Clefables live on this particular mountain. Well if you were someone who hiked and didn't take any visual clues. It is not like there be any for the Gengar to notice, for there is only a pink and brown contrast by the gray spikes.

Was there a Ditto sleeping, no dreams sensed, so whose soul isn't sleeping so small? It was but an egg, in the dusted smell of rain. What poured down on this side of the mountain? Is there a cave that had its overflowing flood like a volcano, of silent death of the dead? 

There was a lot of water here. The Gengar couldn't care after the thought of climate politics came. Their nice nice-tasting nightmares other Pokemon would guess.

Through its shell, a flame sparks inside. It falters from being small. Around it was much rubble. 

But Gengar’s hand grazes over the head of the egg. An egg can't cry, an egg is only a cradle for the baby inside. 

Gengar’s fades away, trying to take a closer look into the soul realm.

The soul felt themselves under a palm of shadows.

The Gengar feels trivialized, with the soul not flickering like a Worrid Litwick.

In the Gengar’s palm, the flame balanced a little more. The sun was damping the sky in tangerine, the color of oranges that June would harvest. With the sun, staining the sky with red herbal tea, the Gengar was left… lost in thought, smiling in their eyes.

And then the afternoon sang, in the leaves whistles and underground rivers hit the sides of rocks.

The stronghold taiga trees of rough bark and pinecones, the orange sky seemed to drain its color on the leaves, shadows dance, and bush flicker. Tree scratches and Pokemon-marked dens and shrubs. It was down by the side of the southern side of the ghost mountain, less Pokemon, more empty.

Quagsire had 3 injuries dusted across her body; One crossed the side of her eye like a miss, a bruised arm bandaged around her right shoulder, and a bruise around her outer right leg.

"Hey! You'd already had your breakfast." 

She shouted, being annoyed and a bit brash to the sonder pansage. Something cold burdened the wind heavily, on the edge of the mountain and tree’s small meadow.

“It's Ariados from the webbed embroideries bushes! Have some respect for your market neighbors or whatever you call the market beside you.”

The little Pansage stared at her. Looking around for any Ariados she spoke of. No apprentice or hungry seller in sight. Feeling ready for another bite of redberry delight, that’d taste better stolen.

Till a sudden glance at red eyes locking eyes at the bush, glazing passed the pansage.

The pansage froze and dropped the raspberry. Hitting for a sprint behind the Quagsire.

“Hey!”

The Qougsire yelped, picking up the shaking Pansage to lecture. Abruptly sighing and leaves hand in hand.

Gengar picked up the fresh leaves inside the stem, the nice trees surrounded the bushes, healthily meshing with the other bushes that caress something fruitful.

Far from the trail of an old dry well, there are willow trees with disorganized missiles punctured and falling beneath the tree’s roots. The willow trees are in a circle around the taiga, the only reason the place would be called Willow Peak, at least until you see the willow trees growing at the side of the mountain.

Maractus, rolled their shoulders taking a breath of the earthy air, winding up and down their shoulders like the wind hitting the rocks. They look over their left shoulder, blazed and dry with scorch marks of black outlining a fiery detail from the brown wound.. 

“Oh hey Gengar” 

Gengar plucks the pins that got embedded in the trees. Gengar carried quite a handful.

“Bye Gengar.”

Gengar looked back with a welcomed smile, seeing Maractus back, and waved back with a small bye.

Fraxure rolled down the willow trees' bigger roots clawing out of the ground. taking the leaves from the Fraxure pokemon head.

“Oh, thanks shadow mon.”

Gengar smiles, seeping into the shadow of the willow tree branches.

Back to their home in a splintered in their gaze, the egg resting on the ‘good’ pillow side. No risks to see if resting the egg on top of the puffy pillow will off-balance the egg with a splash.

Nesting on the rock wasn't soft enough. Cleaning off or taking the leaves that seemed crunchy and dry from autumn sleeves, sliding the leaves off the edge of the hidey hole. Gengar was glad that the willow tree’s enrichment might only dry in winter.

With specks of sand, it itches to rock to bed in. At least it was pocket sand rather than a sandstorm. Lines cross the cave walls that specks of sand coated on the floor and leaves.

They let their shoulders rest, eyes anticipating something they wouldn't hold.

Gengar held the Clefairy egg up to them. Stargazing at the egg.

The sun finally grazed its light where it could see the market stalls, hanging embroidery and stained glass coloring the floors, and the rock of the second biggest dragon-type living there.

Near the front of the cobblestone paths, market stalls smell raspberry and citrus-dried oranges hanging in some windows and stalls.

Aggron whimpered, down in the forest. 

"Aggron could I have the splinter on your-"

"As long as you don't eat my dreams anymore." 

Their rose gold charm bracelet sparkled with a spinal and tera, pink and all-seeing shaked. Or made noise like any other bracelet would.

"What did you ask," Another Aggron appeared from the quiet rustling of their dexterity to the area.

"A Simple Request"

“Ok ok, but curiosity didn't kill an Aggron with one life.” They’d asked again, leaning themselves down to the Gengar’s height. 

“What is it that you want a splinter,” 

A Yamask peered out of the tall grass and beside the two Aggrons bored.

“I say Gengar’s been nesting with the omen of surprise.” Yamask chuckled, much to the dismay of the Aggron Avilara.

“...” The Gengar was waiting patiently with a following gaze, “I apologize for the assumption of this errand, I am Avilara, let’s not have this be a bad impression.”

Avilara has yet to get acquainted with the full-moon troublemaker, quietly keeping to themselves. 

The Gengar still smiled, “It’s good luck to have the blood of a big Pokemon for a nest, energy from the blood can make an egg strong. And this is just the right typing from a dragon type.”

The message hauntingly goes by the wind, un-phasing the mother, but terrifyingly confusing their son. The Yamask laughed, wiping a small tear, “Sure, a dragon-type that hoards rock.”

With a wooden splinter with Aggron blood, the eggs' health has never made the Gengar any more hopeful than they confidently were for a strong egg.

Gengar placed the thorn by the egg, their nesting complete and back home at their dens hidden ‘attic’.

The Gengar nestled back into their cave's shadow, along with a flare of soul from their newfound kin. Maybe they heard giggling in their ears, with their ears flicking up staring amiss the egg. With stars-struck eyes.

The far up of the cave had a hole the Gengar floated right up to. Sitting up the crevasses. A drop like that would break any egg, but out of claw reach if they don’t know where to look

The Gengar eyes splintered, the pittering flame of the egg.

Gengar rested on their eggs. Their claw runs a circle on the top of the pink and brown eggshell cradling the little soul.

 'It Boy' by Bbnomula plays on a small recorder, by the empty candle with a sweet smell of dead rose on the light pink wax.

{1700}

Knitting Railways{wip title} and Technically Chapter 2 after I mashed both one-shots turned filler chapter, into one fic. Deleted the part in the middle with aggron and the swanne in migration, but hey kept all the tropes

Also CHAPTER 2 @@@@ Button

[ask-the-ghoul-pack]

How does it feel to have a boner on stage?

It's FUN. But Papa makes me wear a stupid pair of compression panties cause it apparently 'happens too much'. - Sunny 🌻

At least my guitar hides it. - Dew

It's pretty awkward. - Aether

I haven't had it happen yet, so can't comment. - Phantom

Ditto with Dew, my kit covers it. But all the other ghouls can smell whenever one of us is turned on, so if you ever see one of us getting a lot of attention by the pack while on stage, that's why. - Mountain

[dailyashleighraichu]

disregarding the ask game you have up for a moment,

what Hidden Power types do or would your characters have?

see, i was doing some back-reading and saw the circumstances the titular Ashleigh the Raichu, and saw that she seemingly was bred from competition, which made me wonder to myself “hm, she must have Hidden Power Ice,” which in of itself made me wonder more and more,,,

which bring us back to where we are now.

(also a friend of mine showed me the reference sheet for your Sparky and her strange Adamant nature physical Alolan Raichu build, so that got my brain gears churning and turning even more)

That's actually a pretty good question!

I go on a lil tangent so I'm putting this all under a Read More lol

Since Hidden Power is calculated based on the Pokemon's IVs, it's all based on how they were bred, I assume.

For Ash and Dew, both of them have a Ditto Parent, presumably with 6 IVs. Specifically in the "feral" canon for Dew, that Ditto was meant for breeding competitive Oshawotts, so it's probably safe to assume that Dew also has perfect IVs. By this logic then, his Hidden Power type would be Dark!

For Ashleigh in "feral" canon, that Ditto was also for competitive breeding, and I'd assume that the former trainer would want to have Hidden Power Ice on her as a result, so we'll say she'd have HP Ice for the sake of ease.

As for Coro, Taima, and Joule, they could have a whole range of IVs since their parents in "feral" didn't breed with a Destiny Knot. So I honestly could throw some darts at a board and just go "Eh, that'll work."

Alternatively, I could literally look at the stats of Joule that I have in my Scarlet copy and slap that into a calculator and determine at least HER Hidden Power based on that. But that seems a lil... cheap? I dunno.

Sparky, Lullaby, Pohuka, and Pele all were NOT breed competitively. All but Lullaby were wild caught, so they can literally have anything. Once again, I have them in my Sword copy, so I could determine HP from that.

So, let's throw some darts, I guess!

According to my wheels, here's everyone's Hidden Power types!

Lullaby and Coro have Psychic

Sparky has Steel

Pohuka has Fire

Pele has Electric

Taima and Joule have Ghost

I should mention that I am no way a Competitive Pokemon Player, so all of what I know about IVs and such is strictly from research and pre-existing Shiny Hunting knowledge. So take this all with the biggest grain of salt lol

[tired-inyxe]

WIP - Batfam/Dc Tag Masterlist

This is ridiculously long so m putting it under cut, m gonna add more (YES MORE. THERES A LOTTA CHARACTERS OK???) tags when I feel like it but I wanna finalize my main master post later

#bat anatomy -batfam masterpost (and everything else dc)

#going batty -batfam analysis (typically angry)

#mailing pipe bombs -enraged at dc's writers

#honey im taking the kids -stuff about dc's poor treatment of the batkids (they're mine now fuck u)

#the bat -abt batman in all its forms (persona not a specific character)

#the bird -abt robin in all its forms (ditto)

#the shadows -abt every other persona in all their forms(because normal ppl dont know em)

#bernards pegboard -crack headcanons

#sandbox -headcanons

#my story now -my personal batfam timeline/story (because dc sucks at writing

#shoved in mahogany 6 feet under -wasted potential of any/all characters

#revived wings -my view of a bat characters true potential

#case files -panels/pages that I use for evidence abt canon

#bamboozled -fun canon comic panels that make me laugh

#goth cake -batfam art

#dysfunctional worms -batfam writing

#cave screeches -rambles, usually angry

#bats and birds -any and all posts that contain any of em

#batcape -anything Bruce

#disco girl -anything Dick

#pride and prejudice -anything Jason

#skateboards and spite -anything Tim

#kittens and knives -anything Damian

#dayshift -anything Duke

#potato waffles -anything Steph

#ballet shoes -anything Cass

#spot of tea -anything Alfred

#all seeing snark -anything Babs

#handmade guns and gender envy -anything Harper

#jaded red -anything Kate

#lack the worms dc edition -any character i dont know/care about enough to make a custom tag for (m sorry)

#revolving door -Rogues gallery

#REFORM THE DAMN JUSTICE SYSTEM YOU BILLIONAIRE -me complaining about dc's inability to make Bruce use his fuckin money and power to change the city, also any arkham/blackgate rants

#i stabbed him hes dead -anything joker

#bats and hounds -anything Harley

#eco friendly -anything Ivy

#shot him he's dead too -anything Black Mask

#strawman argument -anything Scarecrow

#your wife is dead -anything Mr Freeze (sorry not sorry)

#bipolar ableism but gay -anything Harvey

#scared of seals -anything Penguin

#neon green twink -anything Riddler

#broke b's spine -anything Bane

#leather catgirl -anything Selina

#back in the cell -every other rogue I don't care about

#god forbid a woman have hobbies -anything Thalia

#withering gamer -anything Ra's

#magic mountain dew -Lazarus pit

#assassin gamers -League of Assasins

#competent idiots -Justice League

#its just an s -anything Clark

#unbreakable porcelain -anything Diana

#retired at the speed of light -anything Barry

#zooming with the big leagues now -anything Wally

#h in adhd -anything the Flash persona

#neon green with a ring -anything Hal

#weak to yellow -anything Green lantern persona

#blowing bubbles -anything Arthur

#he stole the braincell -anything Jhon (theres an accent mark somewhere in there ill fix it later)

#batson but not yet adopted -anything Billy

#cigarette ash -anything Constantine

#fics favorite magician -anything Zatanna

#hijacked the mainframe -anything Cyborg

#signature chili -anything Ollie

#screech metal -anything Black Canary

#under the roundtable -everyone else in the Justice League

#every band eventually -og Teen Titans (they broke up)

#saltwater bubble blower -anything Garth

#tectonic shifter -anything Terra

#red threads and all -anything Red X

#i exploded him yw -anything Slade

#stronger than steel -anything Donna (might change)

#shapeshifting greenbean -anything Gar

#goth girls inspiration -anything Raven

#international incidents the team -Young Justice

#test tube baby -Anything Kon

#meep meep -anything Bart

#girlbossed zeus -anything Cassie

#rags to the grave -anything Greta

#arrows notched red -anything Cissie

#mosh pit winner -anything Anita

#panic at the disco -anything Slobo

again, theres still more. dc is an 80 year long series theres so many guys. also not sold on some of these so various tags may be subject to change

[1zc]

tagged by angel @sleepysaya , 10 first songs played on shuffle from my music library <3

- wednesday night interlude by drake, part next door

- summer rain by woesum, yung lean

- connection lost by bones

- morning dew by xavier wulf, bones

- just off wave by cz wang

- ditto by new jeans

- hotelsixnine by spooky black

- rambo by corbin

- i cant stop me by twice

- you by nuages

i tag everyone who sees it mwah <3

[beancreations]

I’ll be making more amigurumi donuts in the future, so if the design you picked doesn’t win this time I’ll use it in another donut project soon!

[dittwo-mitto-dew]

Meet Dittwo, Mitto, and Dew! The three of them are fusions of a ditto and a mewtwo, but why do two of them look like mews? Just what is their story? Ask em your questions they might answer!

[writer59january13]

The finis sing touches touché

Knead dull brows knitted;

belief system I cogitate gearing thee ordinary bipedal hominid

acquiesces to deck the halls of the mountain (dew) king with boughs

of sister golden haired sprinkling angel dust

from cremated remains

in bleak midwinter unwittingly interweaving pagan rituals

tacitly accepted yet quietly jeered

as anathema to march of the kings,

who instilled obedience or death which layman forswore, whence his loss

of life or limb as mass of cries neared resounding like tortured souls

self flagellating their inherent

joy to the world,

whereby unsuspecting cynics among

the madding crowd paired amidst common everyday folk

beckoning ad lib lip-synced first noel extemporaneously grafting customs

taught when reared as just a little drummer

boy/girl pipsqueak, since straying from mainstream religious

parameters scared the silent night

with unimaginable ogres

on the warpath to smite mortal

man/woman with flaming torches

angering unfriendly beasts tiered

inside the city state panning labyrinth

ready for total mortal kombat while shepherds watched their flock –

as the latter veered away from getting fleeced

such as this writer,

who might be lambasted for verging on the brink

of being sacrilegious and/or weird

after forking over a tidy sum a million bucks? Not by a far stretch.

Please keep on the que tee i.e. hush

regarding this soupy poetic fabrication

bravely bursting buttucks amucks

thus haint wise to mess wit me lest cha wanna split high knee a fate worse than death with hen whoopsy tipsy daisy excuse employing faux pas impairment via this Gypsy.

Diabolical harassing lurked poised – ready to strike yours truly, when he obliviously frolicked, during his boyhood carefree before the onset of self loathing.

Drunk with knowledge

whither hearing, vis (ideally, liberal commentators I adore), asper "NON FAKE") news, more than weather, latest sports score or reading, (yes of course out loud applying index finger de rigueur of right hand as pointer)

poetically mentioned once before

ditto via select publications

(oh...alright TIME Magazine, The Nation,

and/or Mother Jones) all of which boar like a mellow red bull at four

after midnight, nonetheless, who decrees

(hmm... maybe ludicrous

to ask Jeeves courtesy deplore able basketcase, but inquisitiveness persists

what body electric discriminates furthermore

freedom of what gets published, or determines permissible broadcasts

made by Federal Communications Commission

allowing, enabling, and providing galore

of choice morsels pollinating mass media buzzfeeding popular culture

additionally permitting opinions

shared by hardcore investigative journalists, putting life and limb at risk

nonetheless inherent within constitution delimiter

i.e. bureau to censor radical, subversive, more

treasonous than Socialism with Iron Maiden on tour must serve as kickstarter

to stifle: tyranny, mutiny, anarchy, et cetera and shore

up defenses (perhaps in guise of a reinforced wall) toward those who ignore

codas defining complex edifice of government

trumpeting defiance, uncivil disobedience, insouciance, et cetera in an attempt to restore

totalitarianism stripping away inalienable rights of life, liberty and pursuit

of happiness endowed by a smoothbore!

[graywyvern]

( ditto )

Flower Scan.

"The Fountain

All through the deep blue night    The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart    Of the satyr carved in stone.

The fountain sang and sang,    But the satyr never stirred-- Only the great white moon    In the empty heaven heard.

The fountain sang and sang    While on the marble rim The milk-white peacocks slept,    And their dreams were strange and dim.

Bright dew was on the grass,    And on the ilex, dew, The dreamy milk-white birds    Were all a-glisten, too.

The fountain sang and sang    The things one cannot tell; The dreaming peacocks stirred    And the gleaming dew-drops fell."

--Sara Teasdale, Stars To-night (1930)

Hellscape.

"The clocks had ceased their chiming And the deep river ran on."

--Auden

The morbs.

[satoriberry]

its used for agreement like "same" or "me too", or!! you can use it to imply that the same outcome will happen no matter what causes it

demonstration:

a - "im going to walmart do yall want something"

b - "mountain dew"

c - "ditto"

so a will purchase two mountain dews for b and c

OR!!!

"im driving a car. if i turn to the left, i'll reach a dead end. if i turn to the right, ditto" <- "ditto" in here implies that i'll reach a dead end no matter what i choose.

tldr: used to imply repetition in slang.

Wtf does ditto mean