Pokemon Sun and Moon in a nutshell. o3o [mememememmeme]


I honestly had no idea where I was going with this as I animated it xD; I just knew I wanted to animate Nebby and Lillie /so bad/ … I love the super animu Lillie frames. xD 

These two were my favorite characters from Sun and Moon, but it’s actually really hard to pick among the very interesting cast we have :3 <3


Did Teresita Basa solve her own murder? Born in the Philippines in 1929, Teresita moved to Chicago, Illinois, where she became a respiratory therapist at Edgewater Hospital. She was known to be a very reserved woman. On a crisp cold evening in 1977, the shrill sound of a fire engine could be heard speeding towards an apartment in N. Pine Grove Avenue.

As they extinguished a fire in 15B, they were more than horrified to find a body hidden under a mattress. They were even more aghast to discover that the body was nude with a butcher knife in the middle of her chest. The body was that of Teresita Basa. After a couple of months, the case went cold. That was until lead detective, Joe Stachula, found a note on his desk telling him to call the Evanston Police Department. When he called, he was told a bizarre story about a Dr. Jose Chua. Jose had told police that his wife, Remy Chua, was possessed by Teresita Basa.

He explained that his wife would go into a comatose state and would claim to be Basa. While this story sounds absolutely ridiculous, Mr. Chua soon became intrigued when his wife blurted out what she claimed was the name of Basa’s killer - Allan Showery. She told her husband that Showery had also stolen jewellery from Basa’s apartment. Police decided they would investigate these claims, even though they assumed it was just fabrication. Lo and behold, it just so turned out that a man called Allan Showery worked with Basa.

Police called Showery in to question him and after catching him in a number of lies, he confessed that it was true - he had murdered Teresita Basa. When police went to search his home, they discovered a number of pieces of jewellery that had been stolen from Basa’s apartment. After pleading guilty, Showery was sentenced to fourteen years for murder and four years for arson and robbery. However, he was released in 1983 after serving less than five years.


Crochet Skeleton Artist Caitlin McCormack

I just stumbled upon Caitlin’s work.  It’s confronting, and intriguing, creepy, and amazing all at once! Caitlin says the following about her work:

The act of stiffening intricately crocheted cotton string with glue produces material that is structurally similar to delicate bone tissue. The string implemented in this process can be viewed as the basic cellular unit of fabrication, and by utilizing media and practices inherited from my deceased relatives, I aim to generate emblems of my diminishing bloodline, embodied by each organism’s skeletal remains.

For more of Caitlin’s work, check out her site  - http://caitlintmccormack.com/home.html

Creepypasta #991: Miscommunication

Length: Short


It sucks. Some of you may know firsthand, and others may have simply heard it, and it’s all too true. To the rest of you out there who haven’t needed to date in the past 5-10 years, I sincerely hate you; you have no idea how bad it really is.

Especially online dating.

You just never know what you’re going to get. Now, to be fair, I’ve never been catfished, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t had my fair share - and then some - of terrible dates. Like one girl, who brought flashcards with conversation topics. Or another, who couldn’t keep eye contact, chewed with her mouth open, and constantly interrupted me to comment on the bar’s choice of music. Not a keeper among them.

But then there was Sarah. I almost didn’t go out with her, after all the terrible dates I’d been on; I was close to deleting my profile altogether when I saw her message: “your mission, should you choose to accept it: meet me for a drink down at Slanty’s in an hour.

I know it’s not the most clever, but it seriously beats “hey” and “I like your glasses”. So, with a smirk, I went to meet her. And I was glad I did.

She was perfect. Solid 10/10 brunette with freckles and two-color irises she was self-conscious about but didn’t need to be. We got along fantastically, joking and flirting back and forth till last call. There was something enchanting about her beyond the looks, beyond the smile. We just clicked.

As I was paying, she grasped me from behind and bit my ear. My weak spot, though she didn’t need to do much more to make me putty. She did, anyway, whispering “I want you inside me.”

I took her back to my place, and it was mere seconds before she had her tongue down my throat, her hands all over me. She got my shirt off before I knew what was happening; I did all I could to hold back and wait for the main event. She playfully shoved me down onto my bed and slowly took off her blouse, followed by her jeans. I hastily undid my belt, but she grabbed my hands and held them back, somehow taking off my pants using just her teeth.

I hadn’t had sex in the better half of a year and now I was about to do my first perfect 10. I couldn’t have been happier.

Except, as I lie here listening to the squelching and slurping, my consciousness begins to fade. And I can’t help but wonder if I mistook her intention; if there was some miscommunication.

When she said she wanted me inside her, I had no idea she meant my entrails.

Credits to: Zchxz

William Afton: “Okay, Micheal, I need you to go the underground facility where I keep my robots that totally don’t murder children, because your little sister is haunting the one with the pigtails, and I need you to put her back together so it will free her soul! Now, I got some unfinished business at the old Freddy’s down the street, where I totally won’t be destroying robots haunted by my murder victims, so do dad a solid and free your sister’s soul.”

Eggs Benedict: “….’kay.”