chicken brain

How great would it be if Cartoon Network created another channel that was strictly reruns of old cartoons? Like Courage the Cowardly Dog, Cow and Chicken, Johnny Bravo, Powerpuff Girls etc….No seriously this would be the best thing ever.

In your adult life, you just go to the Vintage Cartoon Network channel and you can sit back, relax and enjoy the shows you once loved. Eventually, you can even show your own kids these shows. How amazing would this be?

On a warm and sunny Saturday afternoon in late May, the boys taking El to McDonalds and, as they’re ordering their meals, Mike notices El staring at the play place with interest and a little confusion in her soft brown eyes. He realizes, all at once and with a sinking feeling, that crawling around in those plastic tubes and jumping into the ball pit are things that she never got to do as a child. He figures that, at that point, they’re too old to be allowed inside the play place, so he doesn’t mention anything. Yet, as Mike digs into his chicken nuggets, his brain is working a mile a minute, thinking about exactly how he can recreate such a quintessential childhood experience for El. Looking up from her hamburger, drawing her eyes away from the brightly coloured pool of balls in the other room, El asks Mike if everything is alright. He smiles at her and nods reassuringly.

The solution hits him as he’s falling asleep that night and he practically leaps out of bed and bounds down to the kitchen, where his mother is still preparing lunches for the next day. With haste, he explains his plan and his reasoning and begs her for both permission and help; though it doesn’t take much to convince Karen. She absolutely adores El and is more than happy to help bring Mike’s plan to life. 

A month later, on a warm and sunny Saturday afternoon in late June, Mike Wheeler turns fourteen years old. He had been planning to invite his friends over for pizza and a Star Wars themed sleepover, but as he answers the door for El, his stomach flips with excitement and he knows that this will be a hundred times better. Mike, blushing, takes the pink and polka-dotted gift bag she offers him and places it with the rest in the living room (the guys have already arrived and are waiting impatiently for El outside). 

Mike thanks her and asks her to close her eyes, informing El that he has a surprise for her. She looks at him sideways, her brow wrinkled in confusion. “But Mike,” El says, “It’s your birthday. You should get the surprises.” 

“Please, El?” Mike is almost whining and El can’t help but to grin, wondering what this surprise could possibly be. She closes her eyes, covering them with one hand for good measure. Mike takes her other hand in his, intertwining their fingers and leading her carefully through the house, glad that she trusts him enough to let him do so. 

“Ready?” he whispers as they reach the back door. El nods her agreement and hears the sliding door open, feels a wave of warm air hit her body as Mike leads her out into the backyard. “Okay,” Mike says, “You can open your eyes.” 

El’s eyes flutter open and her lips part into a gasp as she takes in the scene laid out on the Wheeler’s perfectly kept green lawn. There’s something that looks oddly like a pool a few feet off from where they stand. Except instead of water it’s filled with those brightly coloured balls that El instantly remembers from that day at McDonalds. A little further off is a large, almost balloon-like structure shaped like a castle swaying calmly on the grass. Dustin, Lucas, and Will stand, without shoes, by the castle, also swaying—though impatiently. 

Holding back tears, El turns to Mike and purses her lips. She’s unsure what to say; if there’s a word that means more than thank you. Instantly, she opens her arms and wraps them around Mike’s shoulders. He tenses for a fraction of a moment, before relaxing into the hug and shyly pressing his lips to the top of her curls, hoping the guys aren’t paying enough attention to them to have noticed. 

“Come on,” Mike laughs, “What do you want to try first? The bouncy castle or the ball pit?” 

The remainder of the afternoon is spent full of smiles and laughter; pepperoni pizza, and ice cream birthday cake. 

I figured we needed one of these. It’s probably already been done.

Explanations, which you can disagree with in tags/replies. I’d love to hear other’s opinions, he said as if anyone cared.

Lawful Good: Pinky. There isn’t a single mean bone in his body. He’ll always obey the law of the land, whether that land be America’s, or Brain’s. He strives to be a genuine good noodle, and when he messes up, its unintentional.

Neutral Good: Wakko. Out of the three Warners, he’s the most down-to-earth. His conflicts are often mundane; potty emergencies, finding something to eat, chasing down a wishing star, etc. He doesn’t hold back when it comes to harmless pranks and gags, but he’s not a provocateur. The most he does all on his lonesome is witty dialogue. 

Chaotic Good: Dot. She’s an energetic, boundless child who does everything in her power to bug and bother the Warners’ daily Special Friend. But she’s the innocent, young, cute mascot who has not yet been corrupted by the cruel world of modern television. She’s a sweet young girl who enjoys reading poetry and singing cutesy songs, but she’ll definitely bury you six feet under if you call her Dottie.

Lawful Neutral: Hello Nurse. She’s won a Pulitzer, a Tony, and she dedicates her time to helping others. Her resume is golden; you couldn’t find any dirt on her if you hired Hercule Yakko.

True Neutral: Skippy. He’s a body of water constantly influenced by the pull of the tide. He’ll take whatever advice Slappy gives him, or anyone. When his guidance counselor says to take a beating from a bully, he does it. But when Slappy recommends breaking all of the rules to make real progress, he’s not bound by his previous morality.

Chaotic Neutral: Yakko. That face is the face of no mercy. He cracks dirty jokes, he senselessly taunts whoever he chooses, and since he’s the oldest, Wakko and Dot will follow like sheep. It’s true that most of their victims deserve the wrath of the Warners, but when the embodied concept of Death is just doing his job, or when three cubicle workers are just carpooling to work, Yakko will be the instigator of destruction and malice.

Lawful Evil: Mr. Plotz. He’ll follow all of the rules and guidelines whenever someone signs a contract with him, but he’ll use whatever slack he gets to make a pretty penny. He’ll sell the three immortal heathens in the water tower to other cartooning companies just for the money. He’ll tax an orphan out of his only haypenny. He’ll eat a poultry salad in front of Chicken Boo.

Neutral Evil: The Brain. His morality is set in stone; he doesn’t want to hurt anybody. His plan is to dominate the world, only to unite it under his reign. But he’ll break laws, trespass boundaries, and disobey orders to get what he’s set after. But when a tough decision crosses his path, like choosing between his best friend or conquest of the planet, his heart of gold leads him down the right fork in the road.

Chaotic Evil: Slappy

Submission: The Gods Have Lost Their Minds (Or: Maui is not a damn BABYSITTER, Moana needs to stop laughing, Obito's hay fever causes copious amounts of destruction, and Kakashi wants to electrocute something. Probably Maui. Possibly the brain-dead chicken.)

“Can you STOP SNEEZING LAVA for TEN MINUTES, please?” Maui tried to keep the edge of despair out of his voice as he watched the bizzare half-demon kid launch himself backwards off the boat from the force of the glob of molten rock that just erupted from his mouth and nose.
Beside him, Moana was trying to stifle laughter as the ocean deposited the now waterlogged boy on the deck once more.
The demigod wanted to bash his head against the nearest hard surface that wasn’t liable to break as a result. “How do you even HAVE allergies this bad right now? We are in the middle of the OCEAN. There are no plants, there is no dust, so unless you are allergic to SEA WATER, there is NO LOGICAL REASON for you to be sneezing like this.”
Obito at least had the grace to look sheepish. “I just have a sensitive nose, the spray off the water has a similar effect to someone sticking a feather up my nose.”
“I will shove Moana’s oar up someone’s ASS if you all don’t shut up!” came the aggravated voice of the last human passenger on their little canoe of miscreants. Or, well, humanoid. Kakashi had been a minor storm god, but Maui stealing his powers had trapped the silver-haired and white-eyed spirit in a mortal, teenage body, much to his annoyance.
Now, they were on their way to Lolotai to confront a certain klepto-crab in an attempt to retrieve Maui’s hook as a first step on their bizarre quest to saving the world. Assuming that Obito’s sneezing or Kakashi’s creative temper didn’t get them all killed first.
Maui wasn’t going to hold his breath.
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Okay, maybe it was Moana’s mouth that was going to kill them. In other news, Kakamora are VERY flammable.
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Tamatoa was surprisingly easy to trick. A few (admittedly cheesy) lines from Moana and he would not. Shut. Up. Obito started sneezing from the amount of sand kicked up during the giant crab’s fight with Maui, and Tamatoa abandoned his meal in favor of dodging lava, allowing the group to escape with Maui’s hook.
This left them with the last leg of their journey to finish - the voyage to Te'Fiti. He was RESOLUTELY ignoring the two kissing teenage boys sitting by the boat’s rudder, writing it off as the result of adrenaline from nearly getting murdered by Tamatoa. Now if only Moana would stop CACKLING like a CRAZY WOMAN while steering.
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Of all the words Maui would associate with Te'Kah, ‘Mother’ was NOT one of them. Seeing Obito launch himself at the lava demon, not to attack but to HUG it (HER, Maui reminded himself, not that he could tell) and start crying tears of joy that looked suspiciously like liquid metal was now VERY HIGH on the list of things Maui never expected to see, but has somehow seen anyway on this clusterfuck of a quest. To then discover that Te'Kah and Te'Fiti were one and the same was somehow LESS of a shock. And then he got to watch the divine version of introducing one’s significant other to one’s parents, and decided that returning to his pebble-pile island where things made sense wasn’t so bad an idea after all.

anonymous asked:

TianShan, introducing each other to their families? Thanks! X)

I don’t know if this is what you had in mind, but it’s what I had in mine! ^^””” Thanks for the prompt!

2) TianShan ~ Introducing each other to their families. 

“Say,” Guan Shan asked while staring at the stacks of condiments and seasonings, “why am I here?”

“Because you owe me a whole pot of sweet-and-sour pork. If you don’t want to be here, next time you steal Zhan’s homework.” Tian took the basket from Mo’s hands and looked around the aisle. “I’m lost as fuck here. You take the lead; I’ll just follow you and pay.”

“Then we’ll need tomato sauce with red pepper and hot beans—” Guan Shan replied, reaching for the spiciest bottle.

Tian laughed. “You know you’re gonna join me for dinner, don’t you? So prepare something you would eat and don’t fuck with my food.” He leaned over and whispered in Guan Shan’s ear, “Of course, if you want it that badly, there are more entertaining ways to set your ass on fire…”

Guan Shan turned to him, a furious blush quickly spreading over his pale face. His mouth trembled as if he wanted to retort properly, but all that escaped his lips was a frustrated “FUCK! Fuck you, you cock—!”

Tian gasped. “Such a dirty mou—!” 


They both turned around to see a young-looking woman wearing a look of disgust.

“How many times have I told you not to use that language?” She slapped the back of his head. “I’m sorry, this child can be so rude. Apologize, Guanshan!”

“Ah, there’s no need, ma’am!” He Tian turned on his charm and bowed his head respectfully. “We know each other. In fact, we’re—”

“He’s just someone who goes to the same school!” Guan Shan shouted. “His name is He Tian! We sometimes have assignments together, that’s all! Right?” He cast a desperate glance at Tian, who was raising an eyebrow.

“Right,” Tian replied. Had there been a slight pause there? “My name is He Tian. I’m always in Mo’s care. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He flashed a smile that made the hearts of both mother and son skip a beat.

“Such manners,” Guan Shan’s mother blushed. “I’m this kid’s mother. Thank you for always taking care of my son. If you ever want to do your assignments in our house, you’re more than welcome.”

“You know,” Tian said once she had left, “you actually look a lot like her. Well, if your brow wasn’t furrowed so often, maybe you’d—”

“I’m not a woman, or feminine!” Guan Shan barked. “What the chicken dick are you saying? Shit, I thought I was going to die, being found here with you…”

“Eeeh…” He Tian mused. “Would that be so embarrassing?”

Guan Shan looked up, but Tian averted his gaze and walked away.

Lately there had been something odd about that guy. Of course he could have said that they were friends, but that would mean a closeness that he still refused to acknowledge – though the mere fact that he refused it only meant that he craved it. Ever since he’d started hanging out with that guy and the other two jerks, he felt less lonely. He’d often found himself wondering how many breaks it would take Tian to come to him, how many blocks they’d walk together, how many more shared meals there would be till each went their own way. That thought scared him, and he’d always believed that the best thing to do was to avoid getting close to anyone. That way, when everything was over, it wouldn’t hurt so much, right?

“Oi, stop daydreaming.” Tian touched his face with the pack of pork tenderloin. “Is this okay?”

“I’m…” Guan Shan began to say, but suddenly a shadow loomed over him.

“Yo,” the newcomer said. Guan Shan blinked. Could this be…?

“What are you doing here, brother?” He Tian asked, moving closer. “Was the Punks Anonymous meeting canceled?”

“I’ve got a break in my shift,” he replied. “Who’s this?”

“Him? He’s… just someone who goes to my school.”

“I’ll go get the eggs,” Guan Shan muttered, walking away quickly. He turned round the corner of the aisle and stopped. Why? It felt as if he’d been dealt a blow that had left him breathless. He bit his trembling lower lip. He Tian had said… He had said… He just used the same words you used, you chicken-brained shit! Why does it bother you? Isn’t this what you want? His throat hurt. Shit. So this is how it feels, huh…

“So that’s the guy,” Brother said matter-of-factly. “The one you’re after?”


“Shut up.”

“What’s his name? If he’s gonna be family at some point, shouldn’t I introduce myself properly?”

Guan Shan heard the sound of rustling fabric, and Tian’s low, threatening voice. “I don’t want him involved in any of your shit, is that clear?”

“If you don’t tell me his name, how can I protect you both?”

“He doesn’t need your protection,” Tian said, walking past his brother. “He has me.”

Aw, crap. Guan Shan’s blood rushed through his veins. Shit, shit, shit. What’s this? He covered his mouth with his hand, as if he wanted to prevent a million words from coming out. What should I do with this feeling? He was wondering whether he should go back and say something to Tian’s brother when Tian found him.

“Did you find the eggs?”

“Yes!” Guan Shan blurted out, grabbing them from the nearest shelf.

They paid for the groceries and went out of the market. As they walked to the tower, Guan Shan took out his cellphone.

“Sending a message to your mom?” Tian asked.


“Telling her not to fall in love with the beautiful boy she met today?”

“Not quite.” He finished typing and showed it to Tian.

[I’m spending the night at my friend He Tian’s house.]

Tian raised his eyes slowly and stared at him. “Don’t Close Mountain… Do you know what you’re doing?” His voice was definitely low and dark, in a way that only Guan Shan understood.

“Yes,” he replied. “Just… Make sure I won’t regret it.”

“You won’t,” He Tian smiled, taking Guan Shan’s bag off his hand.

Originally posted by tendtosatori


She writes chicken soap operas!


Better Than Good

“I’m home! What’s going on? What was so urgent?” Magnus calls out as he removes his jacket, the smell of chicken making its way to his nose. He scrunches his face in confusion as Alec peers behind a wall, an apron on and a spoon in hand.

“Give me five more minutes?” Alec asks. “Don’t move! I’ll- Five minutes!”

Magnus is left alone again as thoughts start swirling in his brain. Chicken? A spoon? And most importantly how good his boyfriend looks in that apron. He wants to go investigate but decides against it and stays where he is, following Alec’s instructions. After a few minutes of him going through his phone and fixing his schedule Alec appears in front of him once again only this time minus the spoon and apron. What a shame, Magnus was having many thoughts about that apron.

“Mags?” Alec says, getting his attention.

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Name: Chicken Cookie
Profession: Necromancer
Birth cycle: Morning
Age: 2 Years
Order: None

Ever since she awoke from her dream, this young Sylvari hoped for a life full of love.  She knew what she wanted her name to be, an amalgamation of things that the people of Tyria loved.  Two of those things were Chicken, and Cookies.  And hence, her name was chosen.

Chicken Cookie has always been fascinated with life, and always hoped to create life of her own one day.  She started with her garden, and though her flowers were beautiful, she couldn’t hold a real conversation with them… all they ever did was gossip about each other… and Chicken Cookie didn’t want any part of that!

Since Sylvari are incapable of giving birth, she decided on creating life with another method.  Creating life, through death.  So began her studies in Necromancy.

She still can’t hold much of a conversation with her minions, but at least they don’t gossip about each other.  Which is a step in the right direction anyway.  Now if only she can get them to stop talking about brains.


Yay, I tried that meme thing where you draw the same picture with all of your hands and feet- 
It’s amazing, I am left handed and my left foot also worked better than my right foot so this is a beautiful proof for the fact that it’s really about the brain and not only about practice.

(the cat is my favorite because in the first picture it looks surprised, in the second picture it looks concerned, in the third picture it’s very unhappy and in the last one it’s just super pissed.) 

Tamora Pierce (Tortall and Circle of Magic) Sentence Starters
  • “Every now and then I like to do as I’m told, just to confuse people.”
  • “Someday I must read this scholar Everyone. He seems to have written so much–all of it wrong.”
  • “Threats are the last resort of a man with no vocabulary.”
  • “Someday I must read this scholar Everyone. He seems to have written so much–all of it wrong.”
  • “If you get yourself killed, I will never speak to you again.”
  • “When in doubt, shoot the wizard.”
  • “You look as scary as a buttered muffin.”
  • “The only way you know to solve problems is by beating them with a stick.”
  • “You are a bloody minded-savage.”
  • “Don’t call me ‘gentleman’. I work for a livin’.”
  • “You’re more trouble than you’re worth.”
  • “I love you, if you get yourself killed, I will never forgive you.”
  • “Why, I’m just as true and honest as dirt. And I’m even more charming than dirt.”
  • “Libraries are places where the damaged go to find friends”
  • “Better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it.”
  • “Does anyone in this land act like they’re supposed to?”
  • “If I mean to kill someone, I do it, I don’t try.”
  • “Books are still the main yardstick by which I measure true wealth.”
  • “Have you ever thought I might like you because you’re different?”
  • “It’s harder to heal than it is to kill.”
  • “Shouldn’t you know what love’s like, before you begin renouncin’ it”
  • “Either i’ve turned stupid, or life’s turned hard.”
  • “you’ve never been silly or you’d know it just creeps up without any warning.”
  • “Of course I care, you unprincipled pickpocket!”
  • “So I guess I was the last to know.”
  • “Oh! I’m stupid as well as insane.”
  • “Ask me if I care what you want.”
  • “There are two classes of people in the world, the destroyers and the builders. I want to build, not destroy. You need to ask yourself who you’re going to be.”
  • “Fear is a good thing. It mean you’re paying attention.”
  • “Without reading, we are all without light in the dark, without fire in the cold.”
  • “What trouble have you brought to my doorstep?”
  • "And why do you find it so hard to think someone might like you and want to do things for you?”
  • “We can’t just act without thinking anymore.”
  • “I know chickens with more brains than you!”
  • “Don’t threaten someone unless you’re certain you can carry out the threat.”
  • “The hardest lesson any of us must learn is there’s only so much we can do.”
  • "I wish that by now you could trust me.”
  • “Everyone I ever trusted sent me away.”
  • “I was reading.”
  • “You’re always reading. The only way people can ever talk to you is to interrupt.”
  • “You shimmer like a mirage of delight.”
  • "The joy of our nearness cooks my lovestruck heart.”
  • “I’m not sure that’s a compliment.”
  • “I hope you will think of a smart way to fight them. If you don’t, I will find a stupid way.”
  • “Something the matter, my lamb?”
  • “You don’t respect me.”