i'm not so sure about this though

anonymous asked:

Ok, imagine Tim sorta sitting on his bed, when sally comes in, and tells him that she had a nightmare.

I’m not sure where this is going but I’m pretty sure it’s gonna get angsty to at least Category 4 Emo levels if you continue.

(Okay but:)

  • (She’s trying not to cry but you can tell she’s really shaken, so he lets her take a few pillows and talk it out.)
  • (It’s about her Bad Uncle and Tim’s fuckin’ seething with anger at the lasting effects this jackass has had on her.)
  • (She wants to hear a story with a happy ending, so he begins to read Matilda to her, and Sally gets to do Matilda’s voice.)
  • (She falls asleep on him and that’s the first night he doesn’t move at all  while asleep, just so he doesn’t disturb her.)
THE SIGNS AS WIKI-HOW ARTICLES
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pretty sure that’s a fire hazard, Jesse.

happy valentine’s day!! <3 <3

Well this guy clearly doesn’t watch Doctor Who or he’d know that none of the doctors can park the tardis anyway because they always leave the brake on hence the tardis sound.

Man, I was unprepared, I’ve never met a band

WITH SUCH

A LONG HISTORY OF

SO

MUCH

SMOOCHING

(NOTE: IF YOU CAN’T IMAGINE A ‘MWAH!’, IT’S NOT A SMOOCH)

THEY ARE TRUE TALENTS, DEDICATED THEIR CRAFT

THE MOST PASSIONATE

THE PUREST

THE SMOOCHIEST

THEY’RE IN THE 99TH PERCENTILE OF SMOOCHING. THE SMOOCHING OUTLIERS.

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When you don’t even care how unlikely something is, but then the creator decides to “explain” it and that’s what breaks your suspension of disbelief.

the speedy’s awning is not that big

you prove it in the same documentary like a minute later

c’mon, man

don’t do this

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a Fatal_Error has Occurred: Chapter Two - Part 9

The Beginning - Chapter One

Previous <—–> Next

:’)

Who’s ready for the chapter finale next week?

I’m in love with that last page.

Also just want to make this clear: the text on pages 5, 6, and the top of page 8 are MEANT to be difficult to read. Near impossible to understand. He says stuff, sure, but it’s more of a visual display of his emotional state. You can pick at it if you’d like, but it’s more for visual and emotional effect. Since ya’ll are smart cookies, I’m gonna not answer people’s questions about those pages being ‘too hard to read’, since I’m sure everyone here has read this little blurb and hence, no one’s gonna ask about it, I’m sure ;)


Aftertale, Errortale, GenoSans and ErrorSans belongs to @loverofpiggies!

Underswap belongs to @popcornpr1nce!


Having trouble reading the text? You can read a transcript of just the dialogue over here.

anonymous asked:

When Andy is gushing about Michonne being the love of Rick's life, Norman asks; "what about Lori?" and Andy says; "Who's that?" (causing Norman, Greg and Jeff to LOL) Seriouslyyyy, our ship is so blessed to have him as captain!

😂I didn’t even notice that part. No chill whatsoever.

  • Me: having a structured life is exhausting!
  • Therapist: I understand. Let's say just get up in the morning, get some breakfast, go for a walk...and that's it for a start.
  • Me: *internally: sounds reasonable, but that means first fighting against my will to just stay in bed and act as if I'm not existing. Getting up either way and facing my face and body in the mirror. There's an 80% chance that it's one of those days and I hate myself just so fucking much I could scream. But there's also a chance I look in the mirror and find a person that does not seem to be familiar to me looking back at me. Still, now you want me to shower and wash this body I find really disgusting. I have to see every single scar I have and maybe feel the burn of fresh cuts. Then I have to put on cloth, brush my teeth and my hair and do my makeup, as I can't go outside without hiding my ugly face under layers of primers and foundations and powders and highlighters and fake lashes and a perfect contour and a big nude fake smile. I spend money I don't have to make myself look good enough for myself to endure my own appearance. I remember to take my meds. Now I'm dressed (in clothes that hopefully say 'i don't care' when really I care a lot) and can go to the kitchen to prepare food that I know I won't be able to eat in 50% of the cases. There's also a good chance that I eat it and then find myself throwing up and ruining my makeup feeling every single disgusting cell of fat on my body vibrate while trying to breathe. Well either way let's say I might redo my make-up, brush my teeth again and step outside. I maybe take my horse with me and walk through the neighbourhood. I have to see people. I feel anxious. I would love to just turn around and go back home. But I keep on walking, trying to seem selfconfident so my horse and neighbours can't see or feel my insecurity. I'll try to be friendly and act normal even though I'm sure they hate me and laugh about me. Still if the communication between my horse and me isn't perfect today I'll probably cry and if a neighbour just looks at me in a way that i interpret to be unfriendly or cold or annoyed I'll probably cry too. Let's say I'm back home. Now it's like 11 in the morning. What do I do? By now I'm an emotional wreck, tired as hell, probably planing on how to harm myself with one half of my brain while the other half bundles it's last energy to prevent exactly this from happening. How do I survive the rest?*
  • Me: I'll try.
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Heavy Rain + Textposts

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PruCan ‘Comic Strip’~

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I definitely need new ideas for the next requested ships help….
It’s not animated I’m sorry for that but I currently work on my 2P!talia stuff ^^;

real talk about alicia clark in 3x05 for a second and how this arc of hers is actually a brilliant piece of storytelling like… 

if ftwd was a classic literature novel, your 11th grade english lit teacher would be lecturing on how alicia clark’s self-destructive spiral is an allegory for the millennial let down and apathy of the 21st century.

alicia clark grew up as an upper middle class millennial, in a nice suburb home, with a nice, seemingly well-rounded nuclear family. she and nick probably played little league soccer and have a box in the attic of old metallic plastic trophies.

she tuned out her world in favor of her ipod, lost herself in her studies because she was college would be the key to getting whatever she wanted out of life.

and now? all that pretty, painted ‘you can be whatever you want when you grow up! you can change the world!’ bullshit has been ripped away from her worldview and she sees the truth.

alicia clark could be a normal twenty-something going through her quarter crisis. useless college degree that put her tens of thousands of dollars in debt, dreams of saving the whales and ending world hunger crushed for the monotony of filing papers and learning microsoft excel.

english teacher’s lecture? all those zombies are corporate workers, dragging ass all day to get no where. lost in capitalism, in the draw of their cell phones. no recognition of the world around them, just consume, consume, consume…

alicia clark’s existential crisis is great television because it’s fucking relatable. all the pleasure has been sucked out her life in favor of survival. while she runs from zombies, we’ve got master’s-educated people working for minimum wage (or less). we’ve got brilliant young men and women who are always one mistake away from living on the streets or going without food this month. (or one congressman away from losing our health coverage for vital, lifesaving medications.)

it feels like it’ll never end. the struggle just brings more struggle. there’s little hope.

she tries drugs and sex and activities like cliff diving to feel something, to enjoy a moment in her miserable fucking existence. we… also do drugs and have sex and enjoy high-adrenaline activities lol, but additionally have the luxury of shit like enjoying our avocado toast and sending snapchat videos with silly dog filters and playing pokemon go for 8 hours a day, because if you can’t fucking get anywhere with the skills and degree that you worked on your whole life, at least you can smile for a moment when you finally evolve your bulbasaur.

idk, alicia clark’s existential crisis is brilliant and i’m loving it. rock on, my broken lil bean.

Americans about the french: Pretty classy. They smoke all the time… Wine.. Also they might be gay?
Europeans about the french: GIANT assholes. Eat baguettes for every single meal, like an asshole. If you pronounce “croissant” correctly fuck you

Thomas has said before that he doesn’t have a secret fan account. Whether or not you believe that is up to you. Personally, though–and I’m not a conspiracy theorist in any sense–I feel like you kids are missing something. Sure, Thomas is the one who makes the references, since he does play all the characters.

However, he is not the only scriptwriter of the series.

So I hear your “What if Thomas has a secret account” and raise you a “What if Joan has a secret account so they can gush even more about their best friend?”

Into the Crystal Desert we go! This gang is sure excited about all the new adventures waiting there, though some of them probably more than others.

Expansion hype aside, I was invited into the ArenaNet Partner Program, so now I can draw even more plant people with official support from ArenaNet!! This also means I have my own referal links you can use for buying/trying the game, so I made this handy Guild Wars 2 info page here that has those and some other gw2 related stuff!

unamedwatcher  asked:

How on earth did you guys survive summers without air conditioning? Mine went out two days ago and I'm about five minutes away from giving myself an ice cube enema just to make it through the heat.

it wasnt fun, thats for sure. though i’ll admit i never quite got to the point where that sounded like a good idea. 

mostly we acclimated–humans do this neat thing where our bodies can adapt to hot environments, but nowadays people just jump from air conditioned environment to air conditioned environment and dont build up that tolerance by staying in the heat. but back then, we just got used to it. that only goes so far though. 

the summer of 1936 was a nasty one. i mean, horribly, terribly, melt your bones hot. nobody wanted to do anything, it was just so hot. the whole city just wanted to find a shady spot and lie still until the heatwave passed.  people who had fire escapes off their apartments would sleep on them at night, so they wouldn’t have to be indoors, where it was even hotter and there was no moving air. neighborhoods broke open fire hydrants and cooled off that way–i once saw a man in a three piece business suit walk right into the spray from a hydrant, looking blissful as anything. some people carried umbrellas or parasols. people found bodies of water and got in them–rivers, ponds, public fountains, which was neither safe nor sanitary. places that sold cold drinks were packed, and vendors selling shaved ice on the streets sold out. 

but the best thing was the pools. that summer, the WPA opened 11 enormous new public outdoor swimming pools across the city. back then, they were the peak of technology. four of them were in brooklyn, and stevie and i tried out all of them. it was the social site of the season, so i was in fine form. 

it was great–stevie could swim pretty well, despite not having much muscle mass, and the chemicals didnt bother his asthma too much. whenever the two of us werent working, we were at one of those pools. really, it seemed like most of the city was in the water trying to cool off. 

one thing we didn’t have? sunscreen. that wasn’t really around until the war. im a bit darker than steve, and even i was lobster red after the first few days. i made it work–red is my color.

stevie, though. steve was so red he could stop traffic.