#on something

[pandaimitator]

I mean I've been sniffing around Cary's crazy career before, but now I'm really going down the rabbit hole with this guy.

Listening to interviews with him is so interesting. He's got this old-timey-days truly Trans-Atlantic way of speaking (you can just hear him going full old timey news reader in a flash). Sure, sometimes he slips back into his native English, but most often he's impersonating some other New Yorker nasal accent, or pulling out proper Cockney.

What stands out most is he's just such a truly swell guy. Love me a successful actor who stays humble. It's him and Brendan Fraser.

[exlimix1a]

Another artfight attack! This character is named Miriam Myriade and belongs to Dalblauw!

[lakesbian]

marco during the mall cafe parrot freeing episode of animorphs

[l1vidity]

guys I wanna go back in time w a phone and give eric twitter and see how quick he'd get banned

[antennaed-kenzy]

I admire from you afar, not even walking an inch close to you. I admire your messy hair when we pass in the halls, both going opposite ways. I can’t believe my mind goes off into thoughts even though I don’t know you. I’ve seen you every corner I turn and every time I walk try to go upstairs. But do you notice me in the same way? Do you just want me to get out of your way every time we accidentally cross paths? Am I just another person to you when you see me? Do I blend in with the crowd when I see many people swarming around?  Even if these thoughts swarm my head they are still of you. I can’t get you out of my head. It’s like you made a space in my head. For the times that I do forget about you, you crow back when a video ignites the flame. I’ve never even talked to you and when I talk about you, you are nearly just a hall crush, a hall crush that I can’t get rid of. Maybe your personality sucks, but I’ll have a friend figure out so I can be let down slowly. Then what if you have a good personality, what do I do then? Do I come out of my shell and say something? Do I wait and see where the future takes us? Or do I just hide in the corner every time something happens? I’ll just admire you from afar, going on the opposite side of the hall. Quickly take a look as you walk with your friends and I walk with mine. Not telling any of my friends about my hidden feelings for you. Maybe if I wait long enough all of it will go away and I’ll forget about you. Let’s be honest I’ll never muster up to courage to say anything. I’ll let the emotions go away even if I regret it. Act like you didn’t read this. Like I didn’t tell you how I feel. In the end, you are just a silly little hallway crush that got out of the hole in my mind. 

to-hallway crush

[ertrunkenerwassergeist]

Cor to Pax: What did you lot do this time? And if not you, then who disappeared the Galahdians and how?

Oh, the fae would be in an uproar. Especially the pixies. They're on a warpath. Because poor dear Io is gone. Went poof right alongside every foreign human having a taste of Beginning-of-All in their smell.

Cor goes right down to Little Galahd the moment he notices something fishy going on. Which is right when he wakes up and something in the air feels off.

So he goes to Little Galahd. Where there is not a living soul. Humans keep away as if they can sense that whatever happened there is dangerous on a level they can't really comprehend.

Cor gets the impression of a path in front of his feet, a guiding light, the tugging of follow-me-I-know-the-way. He can taste moss, standing water and peat in the roof of his mouth. Someone gathered the people and led them away. Cor can barely breathe at the realisation he's so furious. It happened right under his nose and didn't notice anything.

So he turns around and walks into the direction of an old, derelict arcade. Only for Pax, them who always insist on doing things the proper way - because there is a way these things are don - to meet him outside.

"Where are they?" Cor growls, and it sounds like whisper-soft paws in the underbrush, feels like the weight of a cattish stare that knows too much.

And Pax... trembles.

In fear and trepidation, yes, but also in anger. Pink hair stands up even straighter than it usually does. Dust-wings shimmer in pale sickly blues, and dark reds and shadowy blacks.

"Io is gone," Pax says, sounding like trembling grains of salt. "Lionheart. The falselights. They took our Io. Get her back. Get her back now."

[lieutenant-sarcastic]

Fuck moon’s taking poison damage

[ibenology]

the average twitter vs tumblr community experience

[dredsina]

Ive said this before but swear the biggest skill to learn as an adult is how to resist high-pressure sales tactics. You do NOT have to answer questions with anything other than "Sorry I'm not interested." No matter how nice they are or no matter how many follow up questions they ask or even how agitated they get when you stand your ground. Just keep saying I'm not interested. Don't answer their questions. Don't give them an opening to try to push back on your reasons. Be a fucking brick wall of I'm not interested.

[mudwisard]

my trick for getting through grad school is learning to navigate the quadrants with all their nuances

[twinliches]

nearly had a medical emergency today because - and i cannot stress enough how little i am making this up - a helicopter landed in front of an open grain silo while i was getting off my ship and i am deathly allergic to the wheat that said helicopters rotor blades proceeded to blast in my face at full force. the cosmic forces are plotting against me ass situation to be in

[into-the-groove]

favorite photo of all time not even joking

[valtsv]

stuck between "psychological horror statement" and "objectively the funniest thing you could say to your real flesh and blood dad" in the father's day card aisle

[some-pers0n]

How it feels getting obsessed with something new and then realizing you're going to spend anywhere from a week to the rest of your life thinking about it

[charlesoberonn]

This pun is hilarious, but Victor Frankenstein would absolutely not fucking say that.