“If you’d have told 19 year-old me, who started writing the show when I was living in ‘La Casa’ across the street, that I’d be back to see a faculty production of my show, I would not have believed you.”
HOLY MOLY 4000 FOLLOWERS!?!?! I’m amazed! I’m astounded!! I’m shocked!!! I’m crying, I’m so happy right now! Thank you so much for all the continuous support! I’m going to be taking a little break from tumblr for awhile for spring break to finish a lot of project I have rn, but as soon as I’m done I’ll come back and post all the goodies I’ve been working on! Thank you so much again babes! Please enjoy some Big brother Percy
Everybody ~ SMTown 170708 ~ Taemin ditches his jacket mid performance but doesn’t quite get it out the way, but the other member quickly take care of it. Jjong moves it slightly, then Minho tosses it back to Taemin, who throws it off stage…all still while seamlessly performing their choreo.
“I think we ought to live happily ever after,“ and she thought he meant it. Sophie knew that living happily ever after with Howl would be a good deal more hair-raising than any storybook made it sound, though she was determined to try.
"It should be hair-raising,” added Howl.
“And you’ll exploit me,” Sophie said.
“And then you’ll cut up all my suits to teach me.”
-Diana Wyne Jones, Howl’s Moving Castle
Painted on borrowed time so lots of messy details sorry argh >_<;;
One of my favourite Ghibli movies , and the book made me love it even more! <3 I was always afraid to draw fanart for it, because I kept feeling like I would mess up (and I did lol); well in the end I listened to some advice and just went for it aha.
comparing everyone’s training routines (allura’s is the toughest and most hardcore)
team voltron beach episode
shiro’s eyeliner tutorial
pidge and keith share conspiracy theories and as they venture though space, they find out some of them are true (“the mothman fled to outer space. we saw him on that planet yesterday. you have to believe us, shiro.”)
it’s coran’s time to shine (an entire episode focused on space nigel thornberry)
an episode completely through hunk’s perspective [like those ‘found footage’ movies but we see through hunk’s eyes instead of a camera’s lens] (bonus: the episode includes his thoughts as commentary)
(hunk’s internal monologue: “oh here’s the part where lance and keith start arguing. i wonder if i’ll beat pidge in the betting pool. here we go- space dad’s interrupted the couple’s quarrel.”*later during battle*“add this one to the record of how many times i’ve called the bad situation before it happened and no one believed me”)
22 minutes of lance’s flirting attempts (episode reveals that most of the aliens he keeps flirting with reject him because they don’t want to get in between Lance and Keith cause they immediately think they’re together)
keith: “i make mistakes too! i’m human!” // it’s always sunny in philadelphia title card: “Keith Is A Galra” (edit: i made this post based on this)
-The lucky flannel has returned. The lucky flannel will always return. You cannot seem to destroy the lucky flannel. No matter how many times you steal it and burn it in the woods behind your house, it always makes its way back to him. You have tried to warn him many times, warn him that the luck comes with a price, warn him that the flannel will one day demand that all debts are paid; he has not heard your warnings, or perhaps he is ignoring them. Either way, you sadly conclude, it is too late. He is too far gone now. You stop trying to steal the lucky flannel.
-“Herb lore,” you hear one, solitary voice chirp. It is a voice you do not recognize. “Herb lore.” Responds another. A cacophony of voices suddenly surround you. “Herb lore, herb lore, HERB LORE!” They chant, although not quite in unison. You do not know where these voices are coming from, nor do you remember when you started chanting with them. With each passing repetition, you forget a little more about the life you lived before herb lore. You keep chanting anyway.
- @markiplier uses a slightly different voice for approximately 4 and a half seconds in a video. By the time you click away and open a new tab, Tumblr has created a character out of this voice. They have named him Kevin. Kevin now has four ask blogs and twelve fan blogs, seven of which have some variant of the phrase “protection squad” in their usernames. One of them is dedicated solely to NSFW KevinxAntisepticeye fan fiction. It already has 300 followers.
-Every once and a while, you hear the Ancient Ones howling outside your window in the middle of the night. “COLA AND MEAL PLEASE, NO BREAD,” they shriek. You do not know what this means. You are too afraid to ask.
-“Markiplier’s fanbase is a bunch of 12 year olds,” you hear them say. You look around, but you can’t see any. You realize that you can’t remember the last time you saw a 12 year old atall. What does a 12 year old look like? How long have you been older than 12? Were you ever 12? You turn to the person nearest to you. It is a middle-aged man. He has a wife and two children. He works in accounting. “How old are you?” You ask. “12,” he replies. You scream.
-“Subscribe for More!” reads the cheerful font at the end of the compilation video. It is not a suggestion.
-A blonde woman in an alien-themed sweatshirt passes you in the grocery store. As she walks around your cart, her arm brushes against a six pack of Corona. “I CAN’T DRINK THAT, OR I WILL LITERALLY DIE,” a voice booms, the noise crackling in the air like lightning. The woman glances at you and you nod, confirming that, yes, you heard it too.
-“Shares are a little low this month,” he tells you. Something about his tone fills you with a strange, primal fear. You share his videos with your friends. You share them with family. You write the URLS on pieces of paper and staple them to trees. “Shares are a little low this month.” You’re positive it’s a warning this time.
-You go on a date with Markiplier. “You look so familiar. Have we met?” he asks. You decide not to tell him that you have. You have done all of this before. You have always been on this date with Markiplier. There are now two Markipliers. You are holding them both at gunpoint. You know that the one on the left is the real one, because you have done this before. You have always been doing this. You shoot the one on the left anyway. Afterwards, you go out for ice cream. “Bonjour!” The man behind the counter smiles. His eyes are not yet filled with quiet desperation. He must not know about the time loop. You go on a date with Markiplier.