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WELCOME TO THE MONSTER FACTORY

THE FINAL PAM - EPISODE ONE

i do this. this is final pam. you remember how your backyard barbeque go, the smiths. pretty good it doesn’t seem. ha ha. i tell little joke. next time, you invite pam.

kyubixkube  asked:

There stands Lillie, bleak and ominous, watching Cosmog. But the most frightening thing.. was that she was holding a bag.

no fear
one fear

Tony: Fist me! 

T’Challa: *chokes on his drink* 

Bucky: *faceplants the ground* 

Steve: *runs into a wall* 

Tony: *holds up fist for a fist pump* 

Steve, Bucky & T’Challa: *sigh in disappointment* Oh…. 

[somewhere hiding in the distance] 

Rhodey: *lowers mini gun with a scowl* 

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riley matthews in every episod☆ girl meets world [1x01] 

how long do i have to live in my father’s world?

            My hands are covered in scars, and they smell like dust. The scars are from the things I love; cat claws and plant thorns and spattered cooking oil. A mosquito bite I got while camping and couldn’t stop scratching. A shiny patch on my palm from where I fell off my bike and got road rash. A line across the knuckle of my right middle finger, where my mom’s puppy bit me during his rebellious teenage months. A yellowjacket sting on my wrist from the summer I spent researching bees at a nature preserve. Most of my scars are so faded, only I can tell where they are.

            I came to Elsewhere University for a job. I’d burned out at my previous job at a vet’s office, too socially awkward and too trapped by my OCD to be consistently competent. Needing work and desperate to no longer live within my stepmom’s sphere of influence, I applied for the posting at EU as a research assistant for whoever needed one in the biology department. Now I spend my days on my laptop, compiling reference lists and background research for other people’s papers, or in the library, tracking down articles published in obscure journals that only have the abstracts available online. My not-quite-faculty status means I have my own office in the basement, in between the display of stuffed songbirds and the adolescent chimpanzee skeleton.

            I’m good at my work, but it’s all dry, dead things. Theses written by students who have no further record in academia. References mentioned in one paper that don’t go anywhere because the original journal no longer exists. Even when I get to work with real things, it’s just drawing small animals’ skeletons for the student who swears he’s found new morphological evidence for how bats evolved powered flight. Everything’s dead, and dusty, and my hands smell like dust.

            I’ve heard that you can trade things, and I think I know how. I can find my way into the depths of the library, where the floors don’t match up. More importantly, I can find my way back out, and I’ve learned how to follow the stacks to come out of the door near my office that leads to the greenhouse if I go through it in the other direction. There are always students working at the carrels along that route, but their eyes don’t close and their books aren’t real, and I know they can tell me where to go to make my deal. They know who I can give my scars to as payment for making sure my hands never smell like dust again.

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anonymous asked:

i'm not excited for it and it's making me feel so bad

Here’s the thing: I’m sure Harry’s music will be amazing, whatever the genre is, and yet I feel split in two the way I am when Louis does something and it’s tainted by things that happen alongside his career - like stunts. Half of me is yayy the other is absolutely PISSED about how everything’s tainted by specific media narratives, including the one according to which Harry is a distant megastar who loathes his bandmates and is above it all, so above it all that he can drop an entire album in complete silence and doesn’t even need to comment on anything, which we know for a fact is bullshit.

The Main Event

A Journeyman drabble of chapter 26

Harry didn’t have much experience planning dates. Up until this point he’d been more of a ‘charm a woman during pub night with the lads or on the rarer occasion when he was dragged to a club, go back to her place, have sex, say thanks, and leave’ kind of guy. There were never any expectations or disappointments for any party involved but he still felt pretty shitty afterward.

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So I might have become quickly obsessed with a certain ink demon

With some zoom ins if you click! 
(I only used the highest quality pens I have, for Bendy. And per usual ink standards, I couldn’t fix any mistakes once they were made, so if you see any, I probably already know)

Wow drawing a 1930 style isn’t easy and I’m sure I’m not doing it right in 500 places, but I enjoy the simplistic face bendy has as it’s more fun to, well, bend.

yousef and mikael actually dance in the kitchen to cheesy pop songs too. but it’s a whole different situation to how even and isak do it.

bc with isak and even it was very much even dancing and isak being like oh my gOD you are so embarrassing why am i in love w/ you i s2g type thing

yousef and mikael????? oh boy. you don’t wanna be in the kitchen when they’re dancing. because it’s a DANCE BATTLE. i’m talking like. full blown dance battle. watch me dance, then i’ll square up to you, then it’s your turn for a while before ultimately i’ll start again and kick ur butt. that kind of dance battle. back and forth. totally a dance battle and not just an excuse to watch their boyfriend dance for a minute ok 

and it’s all silly and for fun, like, over-the-top robots, body rolls, etc. yousef once even dove to the floor and did the worm and oh god mikael’s LAUGH when he did that was just so loud, head bent back with it, that yousef had to get up and kiss him immediately bc there is no better sound in this world than mikael laughing

(also they’re both actually very good dancers and do it competitively but when they’re in the kitchen alone together it’s all ridiculous and playful).

anyway there’s this one time where they’re doing their lil dance battle thing and mikael is humming along to the song and it’s kind of a slower one than the songs they usually dance to. and mikael’s swaying his hips and moving his feet and being goofy, but yousef is just so captivated bc mikael is just????? does this boy know how beautiful he is???? like okay right now he’s got tomato sauce on his chin and his hair is all over his face but he’s just ?? so ?? beautiful ??? and seems so unaware of it, especially right now, because he’s just singing and humming and dancing softly and slowly and why does mikael pretend to know the lyrics to songs he clearly doesn’t know the lyrics to

and so yousef smiles wide which makes mikael laugh a little confusedly while he tries to carry on murmuring the lyrics, tries to carry on dancing, but then he stops. shakes his head and says, “what?” and yousef just pulls him closer, grinning now, eyes drifting to mikael’s lips.

 “you win this one,” yousef says, and then he kisses him.

long story short they make out in the kitchen for twenty minutes and when yousef’s mother comes in they get an earful bc “BOYS HAVE YOU BEEN KISSING THIS ENTIRE TIME???? I ASKED YOU TO CLEAN UP HALF AN HOUR AGO???? I’M GOING TO WORK NOW BUT THIS BETTER BE DONE WHEN I GET HOME”

and they do get it done. eventually. they just kiss and dance a lot in between.

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I’ve got my picture taken for the new passport today and wow, it turned out even worse than the one I took at 14. Better stick with selfies😅