god i am laughing

anonymous asked:

I saw a pic on my tumblr feed where it's a pair of 1D undies and Niall is in the middle and the caption is somethin like "if I get a surprise period it'll look like Niall's been shot" and lmao just imagine if you and Ni were gettin down n dirty and then he pulls off your jeans to come face to face with himself on your pussy 😂😂😂😂😂

he would be horrified…like a flash of “oh god am I dating a crazy person” until you burst out laughing and he just shakes his head and pulls them off your legs.

Originally posted by slowhandstbh

laughter is my gut reaction to witnessing pretty much anything i find unbelievable and i’m counting down the days until it causes problems. i remember once i had a teacher who was screaming at someone and she said to them “in this classroom, i am god” and not laughing was the most difficult thing i’ve ever done

  • some of y'all: joseph is problematic and deserves absolutely nothing
  • some others: joseph is 100% unproblematic and deserves everything good in life
  • me: i personally think joseph is a grey individual, he's not entirely bad but he does actually say the word ’wink’ whenever he winks so that's not okay,

Kage-chan (x
Today is opening night for the Fukuoka tour of Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu Summer of Evolution!!! 
Yesterday we took a photo with a group all the same age born in ‘92-’93!!
They’re crazy… (lol)

Translated by @nimbus-cloud

Poetry by star light


she’s falling through the atmosphere
shattering onto the earth like cascading stars
scattering stardust fresh from heaven
a baby at war
this is just the beginning
she is completely out of control
untamed and inspiring
a ruby glow inferno
i will never let you go
she spins her lucid Alice in Wonderland
imagination into a live playground
spiraling down the chorus of cosmos


a crown of flowers wrapped around her head
the sweet perfume of daisies
dripping down her neck
she inherited a palace
a dainty treehouse in the woods
and she would sit and drink tea
and read books like she should
good night
and sweet women, gourmet, and wine
serenity and life
there is a kingdom inside


every time you open your mouth I see fireflies of luscious
language flow forth like radiating confetti
like that golden helmet on your marvelous mercury mind
…i see you wield words like they are ingredients in spellbooks
and you feel alone with your thoughts
and you don’t know what’s louder, the world outside
or the chaos within
the madness created by your twin
and you write invitations with your mind
to birthdays that lead to wonderland and poetry tea mixed
inside ~
i can hear and see and feel your voice everywhere


she writes poetry on sheets of moonlight
with a pen that pours out ink from the whole
night sky
it’s her creamy words made of moisture beads and dreamy
composition, she can create an orchestra
with lunar lyrics and love notes written by the stars

everything i see in the world
it all comes back to you
because you are my mother, my lover
my daughter and my sister
i can hear the stars whisper
stay wild
my dear
moon child


if i was a psychic i’d say to a leo that their heart was carrying too much weight.
i’d say you are so involved in the moment that i can hear
the violins of your heart playing and you leave it wide open
and that this is your curse and your gift.
i know you go home and you can’t stop leaking
you can’t stop leaking
the gods are watching you crying
but those tears that fell down the cheeks of great leos like napoleon, max heindel, amelia earheart, helena blavatsky and carl jung
are the ones glistening from your eyes
the gods know how marvelous you are ~ even when you can’t shine


shaking and rapidly exhaling, don’t crush your wings
against the weight of your own mind
they were so perfectly, pleasantly, patiently crafted
like the way you use your hands to delicately
thread and rewire and repair
they are like instruments the way they touch everything and leave a
frosted glaze
i always know when you have been because
you leave nothing behind
like you want to be invisible


she rises from the aroma of a flower
dainty as a forest fairy, honorable as a warrior
fighting for the cause that captures
her musical heart
she’s always on the threshold of a fairytale
she is some delectable mind and figure of
abstract beauty to behold
life is her dance
across cards gently placed
she twirls on imagination and spins in reverie,
a performance of abstract movement,
a tightrope display, a true portrait of balance
and artistry


I want to destroy these monsters
But devastating them
destroys a part of myself
I feel more alive in the shadow
than the light
I prefer the creaking hollow in my bones
to the noise of people, the static, the show
I have been violated
by poisons from hidden valleys
I have been stung by leaking ink
dripping dark words from unconscious levies
Sometimes my body is just a floating
Trying to contain century’s memories
Between my legs the monsters crawl
Trying to perforate every part of me
And I was only just becoming used to this skin 


she hears wisdom from the mountains
and songs from the sea
she sings the music of every language
and tastes of every herb and spice
something is sultry and glowing in her gaze
she is sunkissed and filled with dreams
that seem written constellations
her mind has wandered everywhere
it has left footprints in every valley and
book, every mind and philosophy
she is like sunday everyday, a vacation
a getaway
a sail into the horizon, a cruise through the stars
a freefall into nature’s arms


look how much you’ve grown
i’ve seen you slowly fill in those eyes
that belong to an old soul
i’ve seen you stretch into those bones
that were always too big for you
and you keep waking up every morning
because you know one day you will be
you hold onto the knowing that
things will get better
and you will feel less sicker
and your work will finally be done 


you try to read your own puzzle like a book
with a magnifying glass
as if you are disconnected
on the outside staring in
you are not an abstract entity
i feel you
your body pulsates like electrons exploding
like bubbles of blue foam
your feelings are turquoise crystals over the sea
never tainted but reflecting shades and hues from
unknown galaxies
don’t hide what was crafted so exquisitely


there were times she stayed in bed for days
i couldn’t touch her without her bleeding
she had third degree burns
every sense hurts
then she would laugh with god
or angels or something invisible
i am not dealing with a girl
but something magical


Exclusive: The Leaked Fyre Festival Pitch Deck Is Beyond Parody
But it’s also the latest chapter in the battle between consumers and advertisers in the digital age.
By Nick Bilton

oh my god this is even MORE of a trainwreck than we could possibly have hoped

this is “it was all a social experiment” levels of hilarious

tl;dr: Fyre Festival was all to promote an app that would let people create and advertise events, using social media “influencers.” That is, Fyre paid people like the Kardashians to promote their music festival, in order to demonstrate how well their app worked at reaching people through social media. They paid them mostly in reduced price tickets and free airfare to the event they were promoting.

The only problem was they didn’t organize the actual concert.

You know what I really admire in Mob Psycho 100? Its ability to blur the distinction between what’s funny and what’s serious. And I don’t mean mood-whiplash, because that’s easy. Mood-whiplash just requires one very funny thing immediately followed by a very serious one, or vise versa. What I’m talking about with mp100 is that they take the funny thing and make it grave when you weren’t looking. Or the severe thing become funny without losing its severity. It always just leaves you hauntingly unsettled figuring out what the actual tone of the scene is and this is just so fascinating to experience.

The fight with Teru. Mob accidentally launches a knife and shaves Teru bald. That’s funny. That’s fucking hilarious. Princely Teru is suddenly an old-man-looking bald guy. But you know? The bald joke becomes Teru’s crisis about his identity. The bald joke becomes Teru going after Mob with his own hands, wrapping his fingers around Mob’s windpipe begging him to fight, to take back what Mob said about both of them being common. The actual narration in the manga is “In the end, Teru chose to act. He’s using his hands to choke Mob. A simple act of violence against a weaker person. And it is every bit common…” And Mob doesn’t fight back. He suffocates in silence, and passes out. And this…this is still the bald joke. This was just a bald joke. And it’s not the end of the joke, because when Mob’s ???% powers activate they strip Teru naked, and THAT’S still the same joke. The cold severity of watching Mob be choked to unconsciousness while Teru’s whole world shattered was inside this joke.

On a smaller note, the student count president Kamuro. Watching him lock himself in his room and literally throw himself on a pile of trash bags is funny. That’s the sort of thing you watch and go “haha me!” I’ve seen a lot of people tag him trash boy. But also its…pretty brutal for his character. His family demands perfection from him in every category that concerns family pride, but their son’s own health? Own well-being? Own living space? They let him fill his room with literal trash because it doesn’t concern them, and Kamuro is too tired to put in any effort to clean his room when it’s not demanded of him. So yeah, trash boy literally sleeps on a pile of trash, but only because of the horrifying way his family treats him. Am…am I laughing?

Then REIGEN. Oh god REIGEN. He’s pretty much the personification of everything I’m getting at here. The guy does stupid shit. Like, all the time. Always. 24/7 Reigen is doing something stupid. And yet his stupid nonsense is one of the only serious sources of support in Mob’s life, at least early on. Reigen will be doing something unarguably stupid while Mob acts as support, and when Mob expresses real worrying concern about his own powers, Reigen turns around and cites the exact stupid nonsense they’re doing as solid proof that Mob’s concerns are ill-founded. Reigen will talk Mob down from his own panic and fear by pointing out the good Mob is doing for the world, that he’s fine, he’s in control, he’s okay–by making the constant stupid nonsense into something powerful and sweet. Am I laughing? Am I crying? 

(Spoilers now for anime-only watchers) This culminates so well in the conclusion to the 7th Branch arc. Teru and Ritsu pressure Mob to go 100% and use his powers to save all of them. Reigen, and Reigen alone, tells him not to do it, because Reigen understands how much Mob suffers when his powers go out of control. He takes Mob by the face right before he 100%’s and tells him it’s okay to run and let Reigen handle it. Immediately after, with his guard dropped, Reigen takes a sword to his back.

And it has every potential to be the most traumatizing thing in the series.

But Mob goes 100% right before the attack lands, and it’s not 100% panic or fear or anxiety, it’s 100% gratitude. Which passes on Mob’s powers to Reigen to control because Mob listened to Reigen, and trusted him, and passed on the responsibility Mob was too scared to handle. But Reigen is Reigen. So he just fields all of these powerful attacks with a mixture of annoyance and confusion because “what the hell I dont have psychic powers. did Mob do this?” And it’s hilarious to see every attack bounce off Reigen while he responds with essentially “Could you not?” the whole time, until the opponents are trembling in awe of Reigen’s powers. It’s simultaneously the most hilarious and heart-felt thing I’ve seen in the series and I’m still in awe.

There are just so many little instances of this that defy all expectation and I’m so appreciative of the skill that goes into pulling this off.