ROUND 5:

JOE HILLS (3) nominated from Hermitcraft, Beetlejhost, Joemez Addams, UHC

vs

QUACKITY (22) nominated from DSMP, Karmaland, Minecraft Extremo, TFTSMP

Mutuals vote for Joe hills challenge

no questioning

ROUND FOUR:

GOODTIMESWITHSCAR (1)

nominated from Hermitcraft, Last Life, Create Mod Server, Third Life, Double Life, Among Us, The Crafting Dead, MCC

vs

TECHNOBLADE (16)

nominated from DSMP, SMPEarth, Cyberknife, 100 Mcyt VS Natural Disasters, Minecraft Mondays, Sir Billiam, Potato Wars, Hypixel Mayor, Sky Block, TFTSMP, MCC

VOTE SCAR

Berry!!

I do not want my fantasy media to be realistic. I want my fantasy media to be convincing.

That’s an excellent distinction.

Why are we italicizing?

To convince.

To convince who?

The Italians

It wrinkles my brain that Jupiter’s moon Europa has oceans that are sixty miles deep, while Earth’s oceans only reach seven miles deep at most. I’m willing to bet good money that there’s life in Europa’s oceans. Like five bucks. You hear me, NASA? I bet you five bucks that there’s life on Europa… Now that there’s money and reputation on the line, I bet they send a mission there real quick.

I have no idea when this was originally posted, but NASA is working on their Europa mission RIGHT NOW to look for alien life! But get this, they theorize that because of the depth, gravity, and composition of the oceans, any organisms that lived there would be waaay bigger than aquatic life on Earth. So far everything’s going well with regards to their Europa mission so they should have a spacecraft on its way to look for giant sea monsters in space in only a few years. (The planned date is in the early 2020s.)

Looks like my negotiations worked. You’re welcome, humanity.

I’ve never been gripped with such cold terror and pure delight in my LIFE

explaining to an 18th century sailor that we’re looking for sea monsters in space. 

The launch date for the Europa Clipper is October 2024.

Please let there be sea monsters in space Please let there be sea monsters in space Please let there be sea monsters in space Please let there be sea monsters in space Please let there be sea monsters in space Please let there be sea monsters in space 

If it works out, we are going to have the COOLEST sci-fi by 2050.

I was six and counting tiny shells by the sandy shore. My family ventured into the sea amidst the waves too high for my six year old body. The sea centuries old and I barely six, how could I not fear the mighty blue waves drowning me under their great depth? I see my brother smile too bright and a couple of children playing with the tiny waves that touch my feet.

Whom do I show my broken sea shells here?

I was twelve. Counting the number of leaves on a tree that grew beside the classroom window. It's break time and I can hear some of my friends laugh over a joke. I don't understand this cold feeling over my skin that soon forms into a warm coat around me, drawing me under it. I long to feel a warm hand, a soft hug and a smile. But all I have are my thoughts that block me from everyone around.

With whom should I speak and share my lunch?

I was fourteen. Standing in the auditorium with red chairs and brown floors, I stared too long at the stage. Faces and bodies came in and went offstage with each song. I have been there a couple of times with different faces of which I have now lost count of. A child asks me how do I so easily become someone else up there when the lights fall over me? She asks me who am I and I can feel my lips quiver.

What name should I give to the one inside me?

I was sixteen. Stumbling through dreams of a lady telling me be strong, a God sleeping on a glorious bed in a starry sky sings me a lullaby, a gentle lover kisses me on my cheek and holds my hand with a smile. I venture through darkness and light, and at times when luck blesses me, I find the path of Dawn. My reflection entices me at nights when I look through my eyes too deep. The child's question rings in my ears and I see myself as a little girl on the beach.

If I turn back time a little more, where do I find myself to begin then? Do I end or I continue till eternity?

I am seventeen. In a forest, under the night sky shines the Pole star. The constellations tell me their stories, and the trees reveal their age old wisdom to me. The girl in the mirror whispers in my ears of a destiny that feels too unreal for me and the sleeping God stirs awake in my dreams. The Lover meanwhile keeps holding my hand, watching my story unfold. A thread ties us, a silvery thread doused in moonlight.

Pray tell me who you are and who am I? I am the one in old ballads and the songs. I am one of the folk tales and the age old mysteries long buried under people's lips. Who shall discover me if not I?

The Sleeping God has risen, his eyes shining like the sparkling galaxies of the universe I know of. The lady's voice has turned sweeter and bolder. She reminds me of a queen's story I told myself to sleep. The Lover writes me a song and recites it to the moon and I watch myself unfurl

******

*takes a deep breath* I have no idea what this actually is. This began with a freaking breakdown over NEET and then it ended like this

This Wednesday is a Monday and the only thing that can help. Is tits

It's tits Monday!

Yippee!!!

おやすみのカツオないとか　なんでよ💢

You won't give me good night bonito tonight? Why?

YALL REALLY DO BRING THIS BACK EVERY SEPTEMBER

I just noticed that September is spelled wrong

it’s the 17th of august

please watch this video

“weather BOY” power move

this kid came straight out of an episode of lizzie mcguire

WHAT

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p0rn w/ feelings is so funny it’s like I’ve tricked you into reading this fic by offering you smut but as soon as you get there I pull out a chair, sit backwards on it, and say “hey, pal. you wanna talk about abandonment issues?” and then you have no choice but to listen

The original post blew up but the version w this reblog is so much funnier to me so here it is again

let’s see how this goes

KSDFHSKDJFHSKFJHSFKJ???

women don't want me, fish don't fear me. I pass through life like a smooth stone, making no impression on the thin parchment that is fate.

[Image ID: a sign reading:

Blood for the blood god

Skull for the skull throne

Milk for the corn flakes

/end ID]

Oh come on you can’t just leave it hanging like that.  Jam for the Sweet Scone

Oh come on you can’t

just leave it hanging like that.

Jam for the Sweet Scone

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

thought this would be a banger on tumblr