'it's like a god spilled a person'

anonymous asked:

What would Boris be in the animation department if he became alive to? Bendy's assistant? I feel like if he was, he'd be the only one that Bendy wouldn't get to mad at, despite Boris screwing up a lot. Like Boris spills a couple of gallons of ink, and Bendy is like: "BORIS!" and Boris is like: "Oooooh golly! Boss is gonna yell at me!" And Bendy is like "... Oh I can't be mad at you buddy. I mean look at this face! It's one of the few nice things I see on a daily basis! Here have a cookie!"

Oh my god I love that! Boris being bendy’s personal assistant that’s adorable. On the other hand though I also kinda like the thought of him being in the sound of music department working on the soundtrack and sound design for the show.
I hear he pretty good with the clarinet.

eeveevolution  asked:

Hey! What's your favorite Karkat quote? Your blogs so cute btw! X3

Mod Moonpaw: CG: WELL WILL YOU LOOK AT THIS.
CG: HERE IS MY SHIT, AND YET IT REMAINS UNFLIPPED.
CG: JUST SITTING THERE ON THE SKILLET, GETTING BURNED ON ONE SIDE.
CG: IT’S A MIRACLE.

Mod Sam: 

Mod Nubs:  fufck nyouf

Mod Cherry:  KARKAT: NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO.
KARKAT: I RETREAT TO MY SAFE PLACE, AND YET THE WORDS. THE STUPID FUCKING PRATTLE JOCKEYING LIKE ROWDY BARNBEASTS UP AGAINST THE PARTITIONS OF GOOD FUCKING SENSE AND THE MOST BASIC OF PERSONAL BOUNDARIES.
KARKAT: THE GOD DAMNED BLITHER OF TACTLESS NINCOMPOOPS, HOW IT CONTINUES TO HAUNT MY WRETCHED EARS. THE WORDS SPILL OVER THE SIDE OF THIS ENCHANTED METAL FROG DISCUS, LIKE A BABBLING SPRING IN A MYTHICAL FOREST GOVERNED BY A GUILD OF GOSSIP-HUNGRY LOBOTOMY HOBBITS. THIS DELUGE OF WORDS, LEAKED FROM THE INCONTINENT CREVICES OF TWO BRAINLESS GUSHING YAMMERTWATS, IT OVERFLOWETH, OH HOW IT OVERFLOWETH, SOGGING MY GRAY, PRACTICAL PAIR OF PANTS, THE LEGGINGS OF A SIMPLE MAN. A HUMBLE MAN. IT THEN CONTINUES ITS DOWNWARD TRICKLE, DOUSING MY UNREMARKABLE SHIRT, THE SERVICEABLE GARMENT OF YOUR AVERAGE ALTERNIAN “JOE”, CHILLING THE FRAIL TORSO BENEATH, A PATHETIC DUFFEL OF MEAT WRACKED WITH HEAVY SOBS, SOBS CAUSED BY WORDS, WORDS WHICH CONTINUE TO DRIP. AND SLEUCE. AND SPILL. THREATENING TO DROWN ME. PLEDGING TO. PROMISING! AND YET I WILL NOT DROWN. WHY WON’T I DROWN? PLEASE LET ME DROWN. LET ME DROWN SO THE WORDS WILL BE NO MORE!

KARKAT: NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. 
KARKAT: I RETREAT TO MY SAFE PLACE, AND YET THE WORDS. THE STUPID FUCKING PRATTLE JOCKEYING LIKE ROWDY BARNBEASTS UP AGAINST THE PARTITIONS OF GOOD FUCKING SENSE AND THE MOST BASIC OF PERSONAL BOUNDARIES. 
KARKAT: THE GOD DAMNED BLITHER OF TACTLESS NINCOMPOOPS, HOW IT CONTINUES TO HAUNT MY WRETCHED EARS. THE WORDS SPILL OVER THE SIDE OF THIS ENCHANTED METAL FROG DISCUS, LIKE A BABBLING SPRING IN A MYTHICAL FOREST GOVERNED BY A GUILD OF GOSSIP-HUNGRY LOBOTOMY HOBBITS. THIS DELUGE OF WORDS, LEAKED FROM THE INCONTINENT CREVICES OF TWO BRAINLESS GUSHING YAMMERTWATS, IT OVERFLOWETH, OH HOW IT OVERFLOWETH, SOGGING MY GRAY, PRACTICAL PAIR OF PANTS, THE LEGGINGS OF A SIMPLE MAN. A HUMBLE MAN. IT THEN CONTINUES ITS DOWNWARD TRICKLE, DOUSING MY UNREMARKABLE SHIRT, THE SERVICEABLE GARMENT OF YOUR AVERAGE ALTERNIAN “JOE”, CHILLING THE FRAIL TORSO BENEATH, A PATHETIC DUFFEL OF MEAT WRACKED WITH HEAVY SOBS, SOBS CAUSED BY WORDS, WORDS WHICH CONTINUE TO DRIP. AND SLEUCE. AND SPILL. THREATENING TO DROWN ME. PLEDGING TO. PROMISING! AND YET I WILL NOT DROWN. WHY WON’T I DROWN? PLEASE LET ME DROWN. LET ME DROWN SO THE WORDS WILL BE NO MORE! 

An ode to all the people I have loved:

i. Theres not much to say, you never loved me back and always made sure I knew it.

ii. My only real love, you took the already broken pieces of me and ground them into fine glass dust. I have journals full of only your name and it’s written in blood. What did I ever do to deserve this? I would move heaven and earth to see you smile, yet you seem to take pleasure in causing my pain. All I ever wanted was to make you happy. All I ever wanted was your love. Was that really too much to ask? I gave you everything I had without making sure you wanted it and I guess that was my biggest mistake. 

iii. I never really loved you and you never really loved me, despite what you say. But, when you said to me “baby, it’s just not working” I swear to god in that moment I heard every goodbye ever said to me all at once, every door that’s ever been slammed in my face, and every person who told me they’re sorry without meaning a goddamned word. I screamed to the heavens the night you left and no, we can’t still be friends.

—  Somehow I am always the one who ends up hurting more

Oh my god

I just remembered that grade 10 me, instead of saying god dammit, used to say “fod hannit”. For example, I spill water on myself: fod hannit. I walk into a glass door: fod hannit.

It became like an inside meme that I’d forgotten about for years until jUST NOW

At sixteen years old, whether you care to admit it or not, you are young and naïve, and you know nothing about love.

But, dear god, your heart flutters and your head spins the first time a boy says that he loves you.

He says that he loves you, and you love him in return. 
 You love him, you love him, god you love him. 

The sun and the moon seem to rise and set with him.

But then.. it stops.

At sixteen, you don’t expect it to hurt so badly.

But he leaves you, and goddamn, does it fucking hurt. 
 So you stop washing your hair. 
And you stop sleeping. 
 And your skin ends up becoming bruised with the creases of your bed sheets because you can never find the strength to get out of bed after he’s gone.

It seems like you stop breathing when he leaves. 
Like you stop living. 
And you swear to yourself that you will never love anyone again.

At sixteen years old, you know nothing about love other than the fact that it fucking hurts.

You’ll start eating pills like candy and pulling apart disposable razors in an attempt to feel better.
You’ll leave him drunk messages and pray to god that he comes back to save you.

But he doesn’t.

He doesn’t, and it leaves you with tear stained cheeks and a crack that seems to run down all the way to your soul.

At sixteen years old, you don’t know that a boy with big bright eyes and a goofy grin can ruin you.

—  Until he does.

I was also rewatching The Collaborator during my daily sick moment from a sinusitis that never ends. Oh My God, I did not recall that the one who spilled the truth about the resistance hiding place was actually Kai Opaka, the most spiritual-wise person on the show. I thought it was Kai Winn all along. Wow, DS9 has a really good writing ability to humanize its characters with many flaws, some of them very serious ones, without making us forget how cruel and dehumanizing war is at the end – with everyone. I think it was Odo that told Kira something like this: “even the nicest people can make huge mistakes depending on how far you get them to their limits”. I forgot how good that episode was! Maybe that’s why Opaka was so willing to stay on that forever war-zoned planet. In personal terms, maybe she wanted to repair the thing she was obliged to do to the universe and her Prophets.

Coffee Mark

Pairing: Reader X Norman Reedus (IRL)

Request: Can you do a Norman Reedus imagine where your both at Starbucks and accidentally he spills coffee on you but you both start talking to one another? Lots of fluff and cuteness please!!

A/N: sorry its a bit short, I hope you like it!

Written By: Breanna

I could hardly keep my mind in focus as I walked into my favorite local coffee shop. My head was stuck in the clouds thinking about work, family and just everything going on. Muscle memory carried me towards the front counter, until I was stopped by a large person in my path and a hot liquid soaking my t shirt. 

“oh my god I’m so sorry. Let me get you some napkins.” the mystery man clamored. I looked up and my eyes met his before he quickly turned to the napkin dispenser. 

“oh gosh. Its fine but those napkins would be really helpful.” you sputtered grabbing the napkins from his hand to try and soak up the coffee. 

“how can i make this up to you? Can I buy you your coffee, and if that goes well maybe a drink later?” he offered. 

“Um sure that would be nice. I’m (Y/N) by the way” I replied with a small smile. Soon we were laughing and joking over coffee. He told me about his career in acting and his life in general. Two hours had passed without even realizing. He looked at the clock with a furrowed brow before getting up from his seat.

“Listen, I’ve gotta go, But will you take me up on that drink later?” he smirked. I couldn’t help but blush.

“of course”

falling in love

○ pairing: hoseok | reader
○ genre: fluff
words: 2,901
○ warnings: none

a/n: hello again, i really hope you enjoy this! there wasn’t really any storyline – i just typed what i felt like typing, so sorry if it’s a bit choppy[?]. nonetheless, i’m in the mood for [love] writing, so enjoy!
any feedback is highly appreciated!


The pitter-patter of rain upon the windshield distracted you from the onslaught of the harsh air. Clasping your hands together, you sat; legs crossed and hands to your mouth, hoping for any sort of warmth to envelop you. A chuckle appeared from the boy sitting beside you, also trying to warm himself up and you stuck out your tongue out at him.

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Sit Down, Shut Up, and Listen Up: advice for ur sign pt 1

Aries: Dude, you don’t gotta act like such a tough ass bitch. We get it, you’re strong and not to be fucked with. Stop looking at people like you’re judging them. Also you need to stop getting so angry over mundane shit. Chill.

Taurus: You are one boring motherfucker. Fix it, live a little. That is all.

Gemini: You give off the vibe that you aren’t really listening or give a shit bout what other people have to say. I think its a lil tru, I think you think its a lil tru. Don’t lie, u do. Pay attention in conversations ok, or at least do a better job of pretending to. 

Cancer: Stop getting pissed off when u don’t get your way, also if you have a problem with someone don’t be an immature brat and act like everything fine while talking shit behind their back, tell that person whats up. Learn to keep ur mouth shut and not spill everyone else’s secrets when they tell u something. 

Leo: Oh my god shut the fuck up, not everything is about you. Listen for once, stop trying to dominate everything holy shit. Also you don’t know everything, and when you proudly shout out incorrect shit don’t get mad when someone proves you wrong.

Virgo: Stop being afraid of personal relationships, learn to trust ppl for christ sake. Also you gotta relax and stop trying to make everything perfect, you are starting to worry us. Are you ok?

Libra: Dude, stop taking things so personally all the time. Not everything other ppl do is to spite you, that strange expression on their face wasn’t them staring at you it was them squinting in the sun.

Scorpio: Stop being so controlling over the people you care about. People are unique and they will be their own person, they can’t all be you (or whatever your idea of perfect is). You set your shit up for failure when you do that yo.

Sagittarius: Not everything is a competition. Also you don’t need to correct everyone and shove their errors in their face. That makes you look like an asshole and ultimately pisses everyone off.

Capricorn: Stop trying to organize and control everyone. You aren’t the law, dude you are like a strict dad. Ease off.

Aquarius: Chill the fuck out with that ego bitch. You may be smart but that doesn’t make you the fuckin expert on everything. Also you aren’t god, sorry ur a fuckin human being like the rest of us.

Pisces: Can you be loyal and not flirt/cheat with other ppl for like, one second? Also move out of your parent’s fuckin house and grow a spine. Stand up for urself and don’t let people manipulate you so fucking much.

  • what she says: im fine
  • what she means: NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO. I RETREAT TO MY SAFE PLACE, AND YET THE WORDS. THE STUPID FUCKING PRATTLE JOCKEYING LIKE ROWDY BARNBEASTS UP AGAINST THE PARTITIONS OF GOOD FUCKING SENSE AND THE MOST BASIC OF PERSONAL BOUNDARIES. THE GOD DAMNED BLITHER OF TACTLESS NINCOMPOOPS, HOW IT CONTINUES TO HAUNT MY WRETCHED EARS. THE WORDS SPILL OVER THE SIDE OF THIS ENCHANTED METAL FROG DISCUS, LIKE A BABBLING SPRING IN A MYTHICAL FOREST GOVERNED BY A GUILD OF GOSSIP-HUNGRY LOBOTOMY HOBBITS. THIS DELUGE OF WORDS, LEAKED FROM THE INCONTINENT CREVICES OF TWO BRAINLESS GUSHING YAMMERTWATS, IT OVERFLOWETH, OH HOW IT OVERFLOWETH, SOGGING MY GRAY, PRACTICAL PAIR OF PANTS, THE LEGGINGS OF A SIMPLE MAN. A HUMBLE MAN. IT THEN CONTINUES ITS DOWNWARD TRICKLE, DOUSING MY UNREMARKABLE SHIRT, THE SERVICEABLE GARMENT OF YOUR AVERAGE ALTERNIAN "JOE", CHILLING THE FRAIL TORSO BENEATH, A PATHETIC DUFFEL OF MEAT WRACKED WITH HEAVY SOBS, SOBS CAUSED BY WORDS, WORDS WHICH CONTINUE TO DRIP. AND SLEUCE. AND SPILL. THREATENING TO DROWN ME. PLEDGING TO. PROMISING! AND YET I WILL NOT DROWN. WHY WON'T I DROWN? PLEASE LET ME DROWN. LET ME DROWN SO THE WORDS WILL BE NO MORE!
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  • "It’s like God spilled a person."
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  • "You are a pizza burn on the roof of the world's mouth!"
  • "You'll never be alone."
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  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: I RETREAT TO MY SAFE PLACE, AND YET THE WORDS. THE STUPID FUCKING PRATTLE JOCKEYING LIKE ROWDY BARNBEASTS UP AGAINST THE PARTITIONS OF GOOD FUCKING SENSE AND THE MOST BASIC OF PERSONAL BOUNDARIES. THE GOD DAMNED BLITHER OF TACTLESS NINCOMPOOPS, HOW IT CONTINUES TO HAUNT MY WRETCHED EARS. THE WORDS SPILL OVER THE SIDE OF THIS ENCHANTED METAL FROG DISCUS, LIKE A BABBLING SPRING IN A MYTHICAL FOREST GOVERNED BY A GUILD OF GOSSIP-HUNGRY LOBOTOMY HOBBITS. THIS DELUGE OF WORDS, LEAKED FROM THE INCONTINENT CREVICES OF TWO BRAINLESS GUSHING YAMMERTWATS, IT OVERFLOWETH, OH HOW IT OVERFLOWETH, SOGGING MY GRAY, PRACTICAL PAIR OF PANTS, THE LEGGINGS OF A SIMPLE MAN. A HUMBLE MAN. IT THEN CONTINUES ITS DOWNWARD TRICKLE, DOUSING MY UNREMARKABLE SHIRT, THE SERVICEABLE GARMENT OF YOUR AVERAGE ALTERNIAN "JOE", CHILLING THE FRAIL TORSO BENEATH, A PATHETIC DUFFEL OF MEAT WRACKED WITH HEAVY SOBS, SOBS CAUSED BY WORDS, WORDS WHICH CONTINUE TO DRIP. AND SLEUCE. AND SPILL. THREATENING TO DROWN ME. PLEDGING TO. PROMISING! AND YET I WILL NOT DROWN. WHY WON'T I DROWN? PLEASE LET ME DROWN. LET ME DROWN SO THE WORDS WILL BE NO MORE!

ok I’ll admit I was so bored with Matt/Karen at the beginning (and I STILL AM god how stilted. I’m still cringing.) but tbh …I love how starting her with that crusty weird romantic arc set up the contrast w her automatic chemistry w Frank Castle. Bc like: polar opposite characters for one thing (DD and punisher have complex but solid personal codes tht don’t clutch). For another: it’s the only honest relationship on the whole show? Like from the start she knows EVERYthing there is to know about him and yet he continues to tell her even more just spilling his sad guts out at every chance. Its embarrassing and emotional and it’s REAL?? and painful?? and they see themselves in each other?? and listen…I’m a weak bitch…for beauty & the beast bullshit…I’ll admit it…

I’m finally getting up the courage to write about her. And about you. And about how I feel about her and you. When I think about it, I have an empty ache in my chest. I think about the things we did together and wonder if you’re doing the same things with her like you did with me. I’m not still in love with you. I know that I love the person you were when you were with me. But damn, it sure is hard when you still look like the same person and you aren’t with me. Maybe I’ll write more and maybe I won’t. I just hope she treats you better then I ever could. And my god, I hope she was worth it.
—  Please don’t take his smiles for granted. -gaa