buckysbears:

buckysbears:

does anyone ever do the opposite of dissociate?? where youre just suddenly and uncomfortably aware of your situation and reality

more to the point why do i get that feeling when im sitting on top of my kitchen table watching a velveeta mac and cheese pack spin in the microwave for three and a half minutes and im just like I Exist I Am Here And Theres Nothing I Can Do About It

okay this one wins, everyone can stop reblogging this now

achievement-hunter:

janedoodles:

vintar:

ghostoctopusink:

black mambas probably have my least favorite faces because an animal that venomous should not be making a face like it’s thinking of a joke that it’s the only one in on

holy shit you’re right

THAT IS THE HAPPIEST SNAKE I HAVE EVER SEEN

#it’s happy because it knows it’s safe from everything

that fucking tag though

people I still want to stab over a decade later:

vocifersaurus:

thebibliosphere:

morgynleri:

deadcatwithaflamethrower:

Creative Writing Professor at a former college: Welcome to creative writing! By the way,
you will not write fantasy, ghost stories, pranormal, or science fiction
in this class, as this is a creative writing course.”

What the ever loving fuck is with “creative” writing professors who think that speculative fiction of any stripe ISN’T CREATIVE?

I still remember my own creative writing teacher telling me this because he saw the Terry Pratchett book on my desk and got this smug smirk on his face like “aha, gotcha”. He had the nerve to pick it up and call it “popularist fiction”, like somehow being popular and easily accessible made it less inherent in intellectual value.

I had it in my back pack because I did my final thesis on the evolution of mythology and folk tails into fantasy and sci-fi and the societal importance of telling stories (before anyone asks, no I don’t have it, I lost it when I moved continents), and I used Terry Pratchett because there wasn’t a single humanitarian issue the man did not touch on.

Which I told him. And then he kind of floundered and went “ah, well but, it’s…well I mean it’s not exactly high brow”, like neither the fuck was Shakespeare or Dickens you self-important turnip. Dickens was literally selling his stories by the chapter. He was the popular author of his time. Shakespeare was too, he fucking made up words and phrases all the time because the language he needed to express himself didn’t exist in the way he needed it too.

Intellectual elitism is nothing more than a hold over from class warfare and the belief that only certain people should get to be truly educated. And it needs to be smashed.

neither the fuck was Shakespeare or Dickens you self-important turnip

caligeek4lgbtq:

coat:

omg-humor:

Checkmate…

I went through all stages of grief

I don’t like it, my brain wants it to be more wrong but it’s still hard to process, which direction do i read?? 😖

vaquerovampiro:

2-face:

kuriboss:

Hunter after smoking one whole weed

i’m so glad modern technology has allowed the Spyro team to correctly portray Hunter as the dumbass twink he was clearly always meant to be

that’s…………such a loaded yet correct statement

yellow-backpack:

misomeru:

I call the game, Real Ray, or Fake Ray? I will say a phrase. You tell me if I made it up, or if it’s something that Captain Holt actually said in real life, to an actual human being.

This scene was so fucking cute and wholesome

old-chatterhand:

myjetpack:

For @newscientist

I fell into the bucket of useless trivia as a kid and never recovered.

psych2go:

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oh to be a round little bird and to say beep from time to time