Are you telling me that the Teletubbies have, canonically, fucked? Because I am very uncomfortable with that information.
Um wat
turns out they’re called the tiddlytubbies and they have names
most likely umby pumby is la la’s kid and duggle dee is po’s. Yellow and red make orange, so Po and La La got together to have Ruru.
Nin is purple, so that one is Tinky Winky’s. Dipsy’s is Daa daa because they’re both green. but look at daa daa’s antenna. seems a bit similar to la la’s no? la la and dipsy had some shit on the side.
po, that other cheating fuck, had ping with tinky winky because ping is pink and that’s suspiciously similar to red and purple. also check out that fucking antenna. same as tinky winky’s. can’t hide the facts. po and la la were cheating on each other and now they have a shit ton of kids to pretend aren’t theirs.
tinky winky and dipsy also aren’t innocent in this. the actual color of mi mi is an aqua green. green and blue. dipsy and tinky winky had mi mi AND they probably had Baa too. they had TWO KIDS and they’re off getting some tubby custard on the side.
scandals galore in that damn superdome.
A diagram for everyone who does not understand either. I found that the only pairs who had not had children together according to the above were Po and Dipsy, and Tinkywanky and Lala. Coincidentally Po, Lala and Tinkywanky all have children with only one confirmed parent. Considering the amount of cheating going on here, its quite likely that these children were the product of these pairs which have supposedly not boned. The suspected parents of these children have been indicated with dotted lines. An orgy happened here.
I’m just gonna…reblog this without comment.
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*Stares*
…Why?
If I’m cursed with this information, you have to be too.
Bold of you to assume it was cheating and they weren’t all in on it together
god damn it this is the poly rep we deserve
Are we all just going to over look the fact you’re calling them Tinkywanky?
Trapped in a house with an unlocked door - there’s nothing left to go outside for. I’ve developed a habit of excavating my skin every time I walk past a reflective surface and catch a glimpse of the blemishes that cover me. My face looks like a murder scene; obscene, and when I see - I can’t help but pick a little more - sores and blood blisters cluster up next to each other like constellations of violations I’ve inflicted upon myself. I’ve already tried to get help - don’t look at me like I’m choosing this - this is the last place I want to be but I’m here now and I’m trying my best to claw my way out. I can’t seem to be heard no matter how loud I shout and my throat is getting hoarse from screaming into deaf ears of the long nights of wakefulness. I hate this shit. They say tomorrow is another day, and everything eventually gets better. But my days and nights bleed together so time doesn’t have the same meaning to me, and your empty words are more hollow than the bleeding would be. I just need a release.
soon we’re gonna start calling the next decade the 20s and I’m not ready for that. do u think we’ll call it the 2020s instead??? Did the people in the 1920s go through this crisis too bc of the 1820s or was it not as important as recovering from the Spanish flu pandemic
You ever have a great day and like feel good and have no reason to want to kill yourself but it’s still like lingering under the surface of your skin bc that’s how I feel right about now
They tell you that they love you until you believe it and then take it back. They tell you you need to lose weight and force you into being anorexic again. They text other girls begging them for sex and then say it’s your fault when you get upset.
