idk what I am doing anymore

I have no idea if I am censored or not with the new settings (probably) but if I am that means only those who are either logged in, follow me, and/or have safe mod off can see my posts right? But who else was looking at my post anyway? Like I do not really expected anymore to stumble across my posts in the sims tags. I am not all that worried when maybe I should be? IDK what’s going honestly. 

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minimalist ship poster
↳ andrew minyard & neil josten, all for the game

ALRIGHT MY DUDES I’M NOT GONNA BORE YOU WITH THE RABBIT HOLE I WENT DOWN TO FIND THIS BUT JUST LOOK AT IRL KEITH

His name is Ernie Reyes Jr. but he played a character named Keno (KENO?? KEITH?? COINCIDENCE?? I THINK NOT) in the 1991 movie Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret of the Ooze (again, don’t ask how I got here)

He’s a pizza delivery boy that gets caught up in turtle shenanigans and literally only exists for one movie but please just look at him.

The black t-shirt, the bright red jacket, tHE MULLET. Did I also mention he’s Filipino because I could go for some Filipino!Keith headcanons like sign me the fuck up

AND WHAT’S THIS??? Have you always wanted to know what Keith would look like reacting to meeting cryptids irl well HERE YOU FUCKING GO. THROWBACK TO THE OG CRYPTIDS OF MY CHILDHOOD: GIANT RATMAN AND HIS GREEN DISCIPLES

Here’s him ready to fight a bitch in a tank top because he loves fisticuffs and is a hella good martial artist. Within the first like four minutes of the movie, he sees these dudes robbing a store and goes up to them ALONE telling them “you’re under arrest” HOLDING A BUNCH OF PIZZAS and attempts to take all of them out alone. I mean he beats the shit out of them but like then a bunch more guys come running out and then he’s like oH SHIT I DIDNT THINK THIS THROUGH but luckily the turtles come to save his ass.

Did I also mention that out of all the turtles he is most similar to Raphael? The red turtle. The most impatient and impulsive turtle. Always ready to fight. PLEASE. Also Raphael doesn’t really like him at first but then Keno suggests he use himself as bait to find the baddies and suddenly Raphael is like “I hate to agree with him but he’s gotta point.” So even though Splinter is like “TOO DANGEROUS” the two of them break off from the rest of the team and do the mission anyways (um) and accidentally find The Big Bad™ (uM) and then get into hot shit (UM) and Raphael sacrifices himself for Keno (UMMMMMMMMMM). But don’t worry Keno brings everyone back to save him.

And then later there’s a scene where Splinter tries to teach him how to meditate but Keno physically can’t do it and runs off to fight instead because fuck patience he needs to kick something. Here’s this idiot literally back flipping onto the stage to fight Shredder one-on-one like wtf he’s so extra™

He also had an action figure even though he was only in one movie and HOLY SHIT THIS IS MORE KEITH LIKE THAN THE KEITH ACTION FIGURE????

In conclusion: WHAT THE FUCK WAS KEITH DOING WITH THE NINJA TURTLES IN 1991?? IDK BUT I FOUND HIM

Bonus: Keno sticking his leggy out

brainweird Things

- u literally cannot fucking talk. I just said like, 10 words with no correlation or meaning but they made sense in my Head

- wanting positive attention, but not from ppl that like u

- idk what that noise was time to subconsciously try and replicate it in public and make and absolute fool of urself

- this thing has surpassed delusion, oh fuck, it’s surpassed fact, now it’s rule of the Gods

- being so caught up in ur mental health u forget to eat for like, 3 days

- aight now I just can’t make words this isn’t even about making sense anymore

- saying things out of context because apparently u were only talking to them in ur head?

- why do I sleep so much. am I ever actually asleep? amazing. I’m immortal and never need rest now, I guess

- what the Fuck was that thing I Saw It

- “signs someone’s lying” *list of ur basic body behavior* wow. I can’t believe I’m always lying

- why does everyone have a crush on me. actually, I have a crush on me too

- “still” objects? haha sounds fake

- sure u just supplied proof but ur still lying

- that one fucking bug

*this post is a list of symptoms related to schizophrenia/npd/szpd and I’d appreciate if u only reblogged if at least 1/3 applies to you

death knight player: honestly its disgraceful and disrespectful the way demon hunter npcs think they can just carry on about darkness and sacrifice like they’re so cool and tragic. do they even know who i am. they chose to follow illidan, for some reason, and they get cool tattoos and wings. big whoop. what a hardship. death knights had to claw their way free of the lich king’s will and try to fit back in to the world of who they were in life even though they can never truly go back and everyone they used to love distrusts and fears them and they can never stop killing things or else idk some bad stuff happens. who do these “”illidari”” think they are. my character cant get hard anymore 

demon hunter player: i like the big jumpies

Juliette Ferrars throughout the series
  • Juliette in Shatter Me: I fucking hate Warner I hate him I need him to die he is such a terrible sadistic man ugh but omg Adam Adam Adam I love Adam he and I were meant to be and I love him omgggggg
  • Juliette in Unravel Me: Okay so maybe Warner isn't so bad but idk I still kind of fucking hate him but wait Adam isn't so good he's actually kind of a jerk but idk ugh why do I have such terrible taste in guys aND WHY AM I ATTRACTED TO WARNER WTF IS WRONG WITH ME HELP MY EMOTIONS ARE CONFUSING ME HELP IM DROWNING
  • Juliette in Ignite Me: You know what? Fuck it. Warner is hot. Warner is sexy. Idgaf anymore, the cat is out of the bag like omfg he is fineeeee. I love Warner, all he needs is love, all he is misunderstood he just needs to be loved and I love him so yeah. Also fuck you Adam I never liked you anyway k bye

@neverarhyme liked for a short lyric based starter
Way Down We Go - Kaleo 

❝ Oh, father tell me, do we get what we deserve? Oh, we get what we deserve. ❞ Of course we do, we all do. Katcynsky answered himself in silence, fiddling with the cigarette package which held only by a miracle his fingers probing the opening bigger in order to fetch the last used smoke he had saved for emergencies; an old stubby cigarette that wouldn’t serve as relief at all, but he still took it and pulled it out, rubbing it tenderly because it was better to pretend he didn’t give a fuck when he did, pondering and fearing all the charges of possible crimes that would be laid on him. If any. Maybe he wasn’t so guilty. Maybe he was. Maybe he was trying to run away in vain now in the better half despite his footsteps leading him into the bear’s jaw. Russians weren’t exactly the friendliest, but home was there.

❝ ‘Cause they will run you down, down 'til the dark…down to your core
Yeah, 'til you can’t crawl no more. ❞
a pause. ❝ Sorry, I shouldn’t even be telling you this. ❞

betterhealing  asked:

"Whose idea of a fun time is this?"

sarcasm sentence starters — selectively accepting

Fun ? Oh, his idea of fun was certainly not the same as Arcade’s. Of course, what exactly was suppose to even be fun for someone like him ? Crucifixion, burning, raiding, the screams of the innocent….without a doubt that was bound to be the cliche stereotype pinned gently to the fox’s side, if not hard-shoved at his side, and while cruelty made for a wonderful terrifying presence, it all watered itself down to mellow actions. That was just the job ( one that he execute to the best of his abilities ). Which made his own entertainment a much duller, boring one as was bound to be his personality. If he even had one.

Auctions of slaves were not his interest. Some of the new «merchandise» was beautiful, sure, he’d admit that, give them credit even, but he’d dealt with them the whole week to further bother. Except for a peculiar one he’d reserved. Not for himself, but rather for his Lord as an offered gift. Drawing in a breath through his nose he pondered if it already was an error to have decided to wait for Caesar’s return on his tent rather than take a few minutes to himself on his own. Alone. Without the presence of someone whose attitude was rapidly becoming beyond unbearable than those of the unrestrained profligate women.

“Not your own. Or mine.” a lackluster response, mellow even; he had either grown bored of Arcade’s sass or far too used to it’s everyday use that it hardly drew anything out of him anymore; not that it had produced within the man a rather notorious reaction initially aside a quirked brow and a quiver around his lips that heralded either a frown or smile. Little things that never came to pass. It would be asking to much from a dry well, but they were there, if only for the most hawk-eyed men to notice the miniature changes.

Not even a look this time. Progress. Despite how he had him pinned behind the throne out of the corner of his eye, just off to the right, sporting that same hard face of resentment. Misery must weight a thousand ton.

Holding the vexilariu’s hat on his right hand he reached with the free one to remove the goggles. “You’re losing your touch Gannon.” repeated words from days ago, just in case he forgot, or just in hopes he realized how pathetic he was becoming.

“I’m not allowed to take you out for a walk, otherwise maybe you could see.” Was there a reason for him to be displeased ? By Mars, he should rejoice…“Are you afraid someone else will steal your spotlight ? narrowed eyes slid back to look at him. “I almost expected a couple of hours — even days — being ignored should suit you well as a break.”