anonymous asked:

For a more lighthearted Blind Eye encounter: Imagine if the Blind Eye went to the Mystery Shack to erase Ford's mind some time after the portal incident, saw him acting nothing like Ford as he started up a tourist trap and feigned ignorance to all the real supernatural stuff in Gravity Falls, and therefore concluded that they must've already wiped his memories and then accidentally forgot about it (that happens a lot to Blind Eye members) and just left Stan alone forever.

Omg, 100x yes. “Pack it in  boys, our job is done here! We are such a good cult.” 

anonymous asked:

why the fuck do you reblog kpop

because it helps me cope with ptsd because it’s calming because I need some lighthearted pop to calm down because it’s my blog because I like it

anonymous asked:

show or movie or cartoon recs?

i can only rec cartoons rn :o 

i suggest adventure time, gravity falls, wander over yonder and star vs. the forces of evil the most. top priority, alongside over the garden wall but that one’s pretty short? all have really good plot and hilarious writing

if you want lighthearted but really funny ones hit up the amazing world of gumball, clarence and we bare bears

two really good ones you’ll only find online are bravest warriors and bee & puppycat

miraculous ladybug is good but it’s not really everyone’s thing, harvey beaks is cute and it’s by the creator of chowder

rick and morty is really good if you can handle it but theres lots of sex n gore and sensitive material so it’s rly not for everyone

Something that confuses me. Or rather, irritates me.

People will find any reason to pick on Sonic ‘06, I stg. Most of the complaints I’ve heard about it are things that people have no problem with in later games. Case in point, one criticism I always heard about ‘06 was that “It’s too serious! Sonic is supposed to be cheesy lighthearted fun, not apocalyptic end of the world nonsense!”


did you play Sonic Adventure 2

at all

People defend that as one of the greatest Sonic games of all time (and honestly, they have a point), and the plot of that game literally culminates in “the world almost ends” hell Shadow (seemingly) sacrifices himself at the end and you see him fall to the atmosphere that’s not cutesy fun that’s some legit emotional stuff right there

Apocalypse scenarios in Sonic games have been pretty standard for like, ever. SA1, SA2, ShTH, Unleashed, Generations (to an extent), I’m sure some others I haven’t played, Sonic is constantly saving the world from total annihilation and yet somehow ‘06 is the only one that ever gets any flak for it

if you ever doubt the pervasiveness of sexism in american christian culture™. my pastor is 70 years old and retiring this year. this weekend he had a retirement party. now the youth pastor decided it would be fun to play a little joke on the senior pastor. he said, “in his life, pastor x has never cracked an egg. but he will do so tonight.” and he made pastor x crack an egg, which he didn’t know how to do, and of course he made a mess of it and got egg on the floor. hahaha, what a hilarious jape!! everyone laughed at the lighthearted tomfoolery of it all.

but like… this is actually horrifying. this old man has never once made a meal for himself. never scrambled an egg for breakfast. never helped his mom bake cookies. never took over cooking when his wife was busy. never cooked for himself during college or seminary. but yeah, what a fun silly harmless thing! the congregation laughs. and if they’re laughing at him, even if they think how crazy it is that he’s never cracked an egg in his life, they’re not considering how that must be possible, how the women in his life have always always been in the kitchen.

(note: not claiming that christianity is inherently sexist. would be hypocritical. but boy oh boy is the church sexist.)

Hello folks,

This week we are talking about Same Old World!

This episode war more lighthearted than the last two and slowed down the pace again. But still we learned some relevant things. For example Lapis’ backstory! We also got to finally see Empire City and Jersey. Even though Amber and Lena weren’t feeling too well, they tried their best to create an entertaining podcast episode.

Sit back, relax and enjoy the episode!

[Listen to it here]

Lena & Amber


Marian Hawke | Headcanon Meme☆ - happy headcanon requested by @zabka-zee & @madameinquisitor

Let’s be real, all Ferelden’s are happiest when they’re bonding with their Mabari companion.

And Marian’s happens to be named Bear, after the the most terrifying creature to come across in the Ferelden Hinterlands. (Though to Bethany it was more like a huggable Teddy Bear thing). 

That post about Jason weighing more than Bruce made me start thinking about him literally throwing his weight around just to be obnoxious. 

Like, when he’s working a mission with Dick and he wants to show Dick something on the batcomputer but Dick’s hogging it, he sits down hard on Dick’s lap and Dick’s like “jesus, ow, you weigh a ton,” and Jason doesn’t let him up until he’s lost feeling in his legs.

Or Cass is kicking his ass at sparring so he just lays down in the middle of the mat and refuses to move, then goes boneless when she starts dragging him off so she can keep practicing.

Tim’s doing push-ups so Jason sits on him. “Work for it Tim, work for it.”

Damian trying to physically push Jason out of the Batcave, all “don’t you have your own home?” and Jason’s basically like, “oh no, gravity is increasing on me!” like in Lilo and Stitch, and starts falling back on him until Damian just ducks out of the way and lets him fall on his ass.

There’s a rooftop batfam meeting™ during a team-up mission and the entire time everyone’s talking shop, Jason’s just leaning on Steph, and she’s trying to concentrate but he just keeps putting more and more weight on her until she finally elbows him in the kidney.

Basically just Jason using his size to be the most annoying batbro ever.

Maybe It’s Just Me (Goodnight)

Tumblr is a funny place, or maybe it’s just me.  While it so often seems I can never get enough hearts, I never fail to receive more love than I could ever possibly hope to repay from the people who’ve graciously allowed me into their hearts. I believe they could be best referred to as friends.  Yeah, maybe it’s just me, but I am truly blessed by your love, and yes, you have my heart as well.

Goodnight and love to all,
Mike <3  


New in the Birdcage Bottom Books shop:

Ohara Hale’s “Moderne Luv”

Drawn with a thick black pencil in a minimalistic cartoony style and paired with a lighthearted and simple slang-based dialogue, Ohara Hale’s Moderne Luv manages to convey true-to-life emotion and intimacy with such brevity. The story follows the relationship of two easily recognized ( yes, that is what you think it is) yet anatomically distorted characters ( that can be mix and matched, as noted by the author in the beginning of the book) as they struggle to understand a relationship we are all currently in the process of understanding how to navigate : the need/desire for physical intimacy, the convenience of technology yet distance it creates, and our ever-more pressing drive to “work”. The book flows playfully as it covers mature topics but carries a tinge of melancholy, ending purposefully ambiguous so that “the reader can react and interpret the ending based on their own experience so the story tells their story as well”.

Published by Ray Ray Books

5.5” x 8.5”, 40 pages. $5
Full-color cover with b&w interior

- See more at:

Fifty Laps, Ackerman

I just had this idea and it’s happening. 

Even though she’s been promoted, he could still punish her if she sassed him. Funnily enough, if she ever did, it was with such a flat tone that it was almost impossible to catch the quip, but Levi was a master at using flat tones and sarcasm–so he was always first to catch it. 

Of course, there were times that she would say something and he couldn’t help but just let it slide because dammit some times the things she said were so sly that he didn’t know whether to stand and stare or applaud her. 

The best time Levi could recall was when they were reviewing the last details of a mission toward the walls. It was simple reconnaissance and information extraction and they had been told to work alongside the Garrison because they had been involved with the target. It just so happened that Rico Brzenska had a subordinate who liked sarcasm a bit too much for it to be amusing. 

“Please tell me you’re joking,” Corporal Gotlieb had exhaled after they had finished running through the basic plan. “You plan on doing this in the dead of night? You won’t have the lighting! You’d cream yourselves flying up the wall before you could find the guy." 

"We’ve already tracked the target’s usual route and timing from the initial post to post B,” Mikasa supplied, eyebrow twitching with just the slightest show of irritation. Levi had ceased speaking any further after the fifth time Gotlieb had questioned them, because no matter how many times they explained or glared at the short haired man, he carried on with robust protests. “Besides, we’ve enough experience flying with little natural light. It shouldn’t be a problem, so long as you, Corporal, do your part and get the equipment we need right at the 500 yard line." 

"And you expect me to just fire my hooks and hang off the wall and wait for you two to show up to do that, is that it?” Gotlieb snarked back, scowling. “Well, you can forget it because I’m not going to hang off the side of the wall for a Titan to take me as a midnight snack. I’d rather shit my own pants." 

Mikasa’s eyes flashed with aggravation, "Then you can do so and we’ll follow the stench to the post, or you can follow orders and just make sure the equipment is secured." 

"Mikasa,” Levi spoke up, and the daggers flying between the two soldiers ceased when they looked at the short Captain. “A moment,” he said before pushing away from his chair and sauntering toward the door, his subordinate at his heels. 

The second the door closed, she was sighing and rubbing the tips of her fingers against the bridge of her nose. “That man is infuriating,” Mikasa griped. 

“As much as I agree with you, you can’t be telling the only contacts we have to go shit themselves over the wall.” Levi replied, lips twitching and when she glanced up he was wiping the grin off his face. She almost smiled in response. 

“We need to convince them, and insulting them won’t help. This is a two man mission so we won’t be getting the back up we’d like, so this means kissing ass until we can get past this part, alright?" 

"Can we not kiss that guy’s ass, at least?” Mikasa sighed, “I don’t want shit all over my mouth." 

It was the snapping point, and Levi had to duck his head forward and place a palm over his face, letting out a snort as his shoulders bounced with unexpected mirth. ”Fuck, Mikasa,“ He said in between wheezes and Mikasa had to bite down to keep from giggling–feeling all too surprised as well since this was the first time she’s actually heard the sour man laugh. 

"Fifty laps,” He said, laughter dying down as he pulled his hand away from his face to adjust his cravat. Mikasa groaned.

“Captain,” She tried to protest, but he shook his head. 

“I need you focused,” Levi explained, clearing his throat. “Blow off some steam before you try to strangle the brat in the room, alright?" 

"I really don’t–”

“Fifty laps, Ackerman,” He repeated, eyebrow rising, “Now.”

Pursing her lips, Mikasa nodded and pressed a quick salute to her chest, “Yes, sir." 

Levi shook his head as he watched her turn and flounce away, feeling the corner of his lip rise again before schooling his features into a more intimidating expression that fit his face better than laughing did. Turning around, he opened the door and pushed through the door, "Alright, shit for brains, this is how we’re going to do it." 




Rating: Teen

Pairing: Harry/Louis

Word count: 5k


“Oh look at the time,” Louis says quickly, turning on his heel and rushing to the greenhouse door. He twists the handle and tugs on it a few times, yanking progressively harder. “Oi, Harry, if you’re the president, then you’re in charge of this shack, right? So why won’t the fucking door open?”

Harry carefully steps over the mess on the ground and heads to the door, giving the handle a twist and pulling as hard as he can. It’s a futile attempt because the door doesn’t budge, not that Harry thought it would. There’s no way Louis would have known to be careful with the door, and with the wind howling outside right now, shutting it gently would be near-impossible.

“It’s shut,” Harry says, giving it a final, firm yank. The door doesn’t move an inch.

Or, Harry and Louis are locked in a greenhouse.

written for the @hlspringexchange2016 // ao3 collection