Horoscopes by Gil Hizon - Week of September 26 - October 3, 2016
So like, every time the waiter approaches me to ask if I like the food, my mouth is always full. #thumbsup
LIBRA (September 23 – October 22)
Get ready for a disaster of a week, as you try your very best to juggle your professional crap with your personal clusterfucks. The only way for you to keep everything intact and regain your sanity is to move to another island where no one fucking knows yo ass. And if you do end up leaving, please make sure you bring that SPF or as I like to call it, Shitshow Preventative Forcefield.
SCORPIO (October 23 – November 21)
Something’s changed in your immediate gayborhood. Oh, that’s right. Every gay and ladyboy is tethered to their homes checking out the new Fall TV Lineup. If I were you, I would take advantage of that shit. This really is the perfect time to catch up with your usual SCORPY shenanigans, including, but not limited to, planting your devious garden gnomes in your lawn and getting ready for SCORPIO Christmas. #halloween
SAGITTARIUS (November 22 – December 21)
Gurl, when you fly high, you fall on yo ass hard. Here’s a tip: butt implants! But seriously, it would behoove you to stay grounded and not stray too far from the gayborhood. Shit is bubbling up at a bathhouse near you; and when it hits the fan, all your gay constituents will be needing you to bail their asses out big time. The more bitches you save, the more head you’ll get.
CAPRICORN (December 22 – January 19)
What the powers that be are saying is true. Another bitch’s mop could be your latest Shake ‘N Bake Beyonce weave. So the next time you’re shopping at Wet Seal, you betta keep them eyes opened wide and your fingers extra sticky. You just nevah EVAH know what you’re gonna fish out of that discount rack. Now put on your shopping snorkel and dive deep, diva.
AQUARIUS (January 20 – February 18)
Let the records show what a badass bitch you iz! No really, someone’s been keeping track. Unfortunately, henny, you don’t have a stalker. All you’ve got are bitches who believe in your efforts and accomplishments. You needn’t worry about evah disappointing them either. Although you tend to operate all brain, your heart is as clear as purified water.
PISCES (February 19 – March 20)
When all your gay constituents are at each others’ throats, you will be the sound of reason that will silence that din, thanks to that megaphone you stole from an unsuspecting unicorn, deep in the Sha-nae-nae forest of your dreams. But remember, with great glamazonian accessories, come great responsibility. With the power bestowed upon you by the queen of cosmic fuckery, we trust that you will rule us fairly and justly.
ARIES (March 21 – April 19)
Let’s face it. You’re usually a pump and dump kind of queen, but this week, you’re ready to take your sweet ass time with your new trick. Something about this ho just makes you want to savor each moment you spend with hurr. And if you don’t have any prior engagements, I say go for it. You’ve worked so hard. You deserve some crunchy peanut brittle.
TAURUS (April 20 – May 20)
Oh, TORI TORIFICUS MASTERS. You’re a true jetsetter, ready to fly off to foreign destinations at a moment’s notice. Your endless array of Fendi luggage turns heads as your strut that ass on that moving walkway at the airport like you’re in the running to be America’s Next Top Model In The Skies. But here’s a twist. You forgot your fucking lipliner and your custom-made anal beads. What are you gonna do now?
GEMINI (May 21 – June 21)
To every bitch and ho sitting within your vicini-tay, you have one thing to say: Gurlbye. Yes, queen. You have officially left reality and you’re currently having mai-tais with a Care Bear. But need we remind you, your time on Earth is not done. For one thing, you still haven’t shown us your tax returns. All I’m saying is, make sure you’re not leaving anything behind that could potentially bite you in the ass while you’re macking on a fucking merman.
CANCER (June 22 – July 22)
Nothing says, “We love you so much that we have no qualms dumping our shit on you” like family. And it’s a huge clusterfuck to sort through, Ms. Crabby, Queen of Crustaceans. Luckily for you, an extra pair of claws from an unexpected source – some bitch from your past – has been assigned to help yo ass. Rest assured, a more harmonious time with the fam is in your near future.
LEO (July 23 – August 22)
I don’t know where you come up with all these promises you give to unsuspecting queens, but gurl, you gotta research your proclamations before spitting all that shit out. Because of you, a bitch may be in trouble. If that’s the case, you bettah fess up quickly regarding your unintentioned mess. The more you own up to your mistakes, the more respect you will Jennifer Garner.
VIRGO (August 23 – September 22)
Ding-dong, the witch is dead! Now that you’re free to roam around this week’s version of paradise, I suggest you gobble all that happy juice as quickly and as efficiently as you can. Because come next week, bigger shitshows await on the horizon. But gurl, I know you. If you can put a pompous, arrogant bitch in her place, then you can do anything.
(DISCLAIMER for all entries: This is all a shitshow!)
so they’re fighting an akuma that makes forcefields who is conveniently away taking their vengeance on the guy that knocked over their apple juice or something and their transformations run out but they STILL. CAN’T. LOOK.
Tumblr’s new blocking feature is a drastic improvement over the previous “Ignore” setting. Here’s what it can do:
They can’t reblog your posts!
They can’t follow your blog at all!
They can’t view your blog at its address!
They can’t text you while you’re both logged into tumblr!
They can’t walk within 500ft of you thanks to our new forcefield tech!
They can’t contact you at all, even by their own email!
They can’t think of you without crying!
They can’t see you in person! You’re invisible!
They can’t say your name without a burning pain!
They can’t even brush their teeth anymore! Why? Who knows!?
They can’t vote in American elections!
They can’t ever have kids!
They can’t even eat!
They can’t listen to the old Ludwig Van without feeling sick!
They can’t live! They cannot die! All they they see: Absolute horror!
They can’t survive for longer than 3 minutes without a painful injection of sulfuric acid into their eyeballs and genitals!
They can’t ever touch their families again without causing them to fall apart like ashes, all they love, all they know will burn, condemning them to hell itself, alone and broken, tormented by pain and sorrow until the end of time and even then they cannot escape the torment you’ve inflicted upon them for you are become death, destroyer of worlds and they are but ants condemned to your unholy wrath!
They can’t link to your blog in their posts!
Please note that use of the “block” feature is forbidden by the Geneva Conventions, U.S. Federal Law and The Holy Bible.
Oswin is a genius, so smart that the Daleks decided to convert her when the Alaska crashed at the Asylum. She proceeds to build her own little world in her mind, in which she is still shipwrecked among the Daleks, but carries on bravely, baking soufflés (with varying degrees of success) and sabotaging the planet’s systems. Oswin projects an air of self-confidence and flirtation, she’s always good for a quip and quick to make friends - but she still never loses sight of her own interests and goals.
Finding out the truth about what she had become is horrific. Nevertheless, the same girl who pursued her dreams to travel across the universe, who kept the Daleks out of her head for a year by nothing but strength of will even if it broke her, succeeds at holding on to her identity. Ultimately, Oswin values her humanity to the point where she sends the Doctor away and stays behind at the Asylum, fully knowing what would happen once she takes down the forcefield.
We started Tokyo Police Club in high school and the very first song we wrote was “Happy Valentines Day”. It’s a rock song about a senior-year romance falling apart. We decided to re-record it this year and share it with you all. So here you go, an update of a classic. <3
Don’t forget, our brand new album “Forcefield” will be released March 25 - preorder it on iTunes here.
I’m going to make my theory about who’s next and everything later. Right now I wanna get this out there.
Xiumin and Suho were the two people who ((allegedly)) found an exit but were blocked by the forcefield, correct? Even if it wasn’t necessarily an exit, the two were obstructed by the forcefield and then the MV started.
I’m betting money that Suho, when he appears in the teasers, isn’t going to be wearing rings either and for now I’ll leave it at that.
All that could be heard from him was his hissing breath and from it came a purple, dusty smoke.
Rythian pierced his arm though one layer of the force-field, unfortunately he could not pierce through the protective blue barrier that was keeping him in… meanwhile the red barrier he broke through ravages his arm to get back in place.
3-4 hour stream + 7 hour stream = I’m sleepy but the page is done, so Yaaaaay. This streaming thing is actually a lot of fun and it helps me keep focused on the work. It’s the whole peer pressure, people watching you work, thing…. god… It’s 5 am. I’ll check it for mistakes when I wake up in the afternoon.