because basement

anytime i see a post with nursey being v romantic and dex being a memer i 100% agree but i am also picturing dex internally screaming the entire time like this boy is deeply in love but when nursey asks him out his brain just goes blue screen of death and he says something like, “yeah sure” and shrugs even though he wants to scream out a sick guitar solo right there

also dex definitely has issues communicating w people? like it isnt uncommon for people to misread his emotions or what he’s trying to say and its v frustrating/confusing bc he isnt really clear on where the misunderstandings are coming from?? 

he legitimately does not have words for his feelings for this boy and he definitely shows his affection very very differently from how nursey shows him but make no mistake anytime nursey does something sweet dex is burning with the rage of a thousand suns/living a constant litany of “be cool Will BE COOL”/lying face down on the floor in death’s sweet embrace 

Dogs are the literal best and let me tell you why.

When my parents are out of town, my pup Remmy sleeps downstairs with me. I don’t mind because the basement is chilly sometimes and he’s a fuzzy little space heater. But he always does this weird thing and I didn’t figure out why until last night.

I’m a stomach-sleeper, while the rest of my family are back-sleepers. So Remmy has taken up this very different behavior with me (my family says he doesn’t do it with them). It always takes me a while to settle down, but when I do, Remmy takes his head off of his paws and rests it square in the center of my back.

So I’m thinking, “What’s the point of that? It can’t be comfortable. It cranes his neck in a funny way, and besides, every time I breathe his head goes up and down. That’s a weird thing.” So I formulate a hypothesis, and test it.

Last night, I got comfortable, Remmy put his head on my back, I waited a while, then I held my breath. It took him a while to react, but when he did, he fuckin lost it. He started whining and yipping, and repeatedly licking my face and hands. And I was like oh my god.

Conclusion: my dog noticed that I slept in a way that was different from the rest of my family, thought “that kid is gonna die” and made sure that I never stopped breathing in the middle of the night.

Dogs are fuckin smart as hell. What a wonderful animal.

anonymous asked:

i forget that you have a bf sometimes bc i assume that anime fans are like forever alone or smth idk. like i'm amazed that he doesn't mind you being so into other guys, even if they are characters. but i'm happy for you!! i hope you continue being happy with each other too. happy belated valentines <3

Well anon…. you see, he only minds if he catches me cuddling with my figurines and kissing fanart prints, so I make sure to do that only when he’s at work…

JK.

I don’t know why you would think that he would mind? He’s a very rational adult being (as opposed to me :’D ..I am a child…) and he has no reason to mind me enjoying fictional characters. I mean it’s not like they’re any danger to him. Plus: You seem to forget that even if I am totally in love with for example Iwa and Oikawa… I am in love with them TOGETHER :’D …

I am a gross gay shipper. I don’t like or enjoy self insert or mary sue. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so there’s even less for him to worry about.

I think he minds my tiny obsession with Chris Pine more :’D because that guy is actually real. And he always gets wary when I suggest a movie (”Is it a Chris Pine movie?” - “noonono~… maybe?” - ಠ_ಠ )

anyways, thank you anon for your well wishes <3 i hope you had a nice valentine’s too.

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favorite x-files episodes: [2+3/?]
     ↳ season 3, episodes 15 and 16: piper maru and apocrypha 
         “you’re in the basement because they’re
          afraid of you–of your relentlessness,            
          and because they know that they could
          drop you in the middle of the desert and
          tell you the truth is out there, and you’d
          ask them for a shovel.”

*Czech republic gets locked in the basement because they posted a trailer with minor spoilers*

mofftiss yesterday at bfi: pls dont spoil lol

Hey guys? 

So I’ve been noticing that lately we’re making fun of adults who live in their parents’ basements again… 

Guess where I live! My parents’ basement! I’m mentally ill and autistic and not capable of living independently. I can’t go grocery shopping alone, I can’t drive, I can’t make transfers on public transportation, and if I’m left alone I forget to do things like eat, drink, shower, take my meds, and do laundry. Even if I were capable of independent living, I don’t make enough on disability to afford an apartment. 

If y’all are actually committed to intersectionality, you’d best find a better insult for misogynists than living in their parents’ basement, because honestly I already get down on myself for feeling useless enough without this stuff. 

Also this is totally ok for abled people to reblog and signal boost if you don’t mind? :) Thanks! 

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“HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!” you cry out loud as you’re stuck in your pub’s basement.
Because of your incompetent waiter who smoked in the basement and didn’t put out his cigarette completely. You start coughing and crying because of the smoke. Everything is getting blurry and the last thing you remember before passing out is the door finally open and a red strike.

_________________________________________

“How’s possible? Jesse, who saved me?” you ask to your best-friend who’s just paid you a visit. “I don’t know.. I’m just so relieved you’re allright!” she exclaims with a low tone, as she arranges her bouquet for you in a tiny vase she found. “Now all you have to do is resting..” she warns you as she leaves a soft kiss on your forehead and lets you sleep.

__________________________________________

“It’s the second, man.. Do you want another one?”
Finally you’ve come back to your beloved pub. Luckily nothing was destroyed, only a bit burned. In a few days you managed to get back on track and reopen your bar. Since the day of the accident only a few things have changed and one of them is really an improvement. A very attractive, young man has been starting to come to your pub and usually drink two beers. Tonight he hasn’t left yet and seems a little bit sad..
“No, thank you..” he answers back with a husky voice. His eyes are red and bright with tears. “Are you okay, Barry?” you ask a little bit concerned and place gently your hand over his own, still holding the empty glass. He finally looks at you and you can see a single tear falling down his left cheek.
“I’m closing! Everybody OUT!” you shout fiercely as you still hold his hand.
In a few moments every single man and woman are outside and you turn the card hung on your main door to CLOSED. “Now you have my full attention, Barry Allen..” you say sweetly as you sit next to him, giving him a little glass of whisky.
At last he looks deep down in your eyes and murmur: “Thank you, Y/N..”
Because of that action of yours, Flashpoint is prevented.

SoCal Things about Critical Role that Confused Me

I live in LA now, but I’ve only been here for about 2.5 years, 3 if you count the semester I spent here a couple years back. The rest of my life has been spent in New England, mostly Maine. 

I love Critical Role, but there’s some stuff that’s confused, baffled, or otherwise made me pause the video and go “wait, what?” during my catch up. Some of these things on the list I understand now, having lived here, but some continue to confuse me. Here’s the full list:

  • Friends who can’t see each other during the week because of traffic
  • “clutch” meaning “good” (I think)
  • Wearing jackets when it’s 65 degrees outside
  • Nobody getting all that bothered when someone is late because of traffic, consistently, over and over again
  • “roshambo” (which I’m pretty sure is Rock Paper Scissors?)
  • Getting dramatic haircuts in preparation for summer heat
  • Nobody playing tabletop games in a basement (because there are no basements in SoCal)
  • Travel delays because “it’s raining 0.0”
  • Work shifts going late into the night
  • An otherwise perfectly nice man hating on the Patriots

Feel free to add your own in the reblogs. I’m sure international fans are confused by certain comments, for example, I’d love to hear about that.

There’s a HUGE difference between a young women freely consenting to being tied up in a basement  because that’s what she wants to do & a young women consenting to it because they fear the consequences of not consenting (ie, their partner(s) will end the relationship if they don’t consent). I think consent should always be based on genuine desire, rather than on the fear of what will happen if you say no, that’s not consent that’s coercion.
The Basement

author: CR_jones

source: click here

I was hanging out with a bunch of friends over Thanksgiving break. We all go to different colleges so this was one of the few times that we were able to get together. The group consisted of the usual suspects which included Adam, Zach, Jupe Luke, Brendon, Mario, and myself. We always end up at Mario’s house and tend to keep to the basement because of its size and seclusion from any unwanted attention. Mario’s house is giant and his basement is no exception to the luxuriousness of the rest of his house. Apart from being very spacious the basement is also nicely furnished, carpeted, and comfortable to stay in. Basically, think rich man’s basement.

During most of our get togethers there is a fair amount of drinking, and after a while of being cooped up in the basement my friends and I start to get rowdy and want to drive out to the local strip club. I’m not much of a drinker so I usually stay pretty sober during these events, thus I am usually left as the designated driver for everyone. Normally, I am alright with driving everyone to the strip club, but during this specific night I was really against going out. There were several reasons for this: one, I would have to drive six drunkenly annoying people in my truck (which does fit seven) the day before Thanksgiving which has the reputation of being the day with the most drunk drivers. I didn’t want any of my friends to get an underage drinking violation, (even though several of them already had one) and on top of that I would also get in trouble if the police happened to find alcohol in my bloodstream while driving (which they definitely would have). The second reason why I didn’t want to go to the strip club was because there was a high possibility that one, or several of my friends would end up in a fight (they tend to provoke people when they are drunk). This again leads to the police and underage drinking and all that damaging stuff.

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