OH MY GOD I’M GOING TO PISS MYSELF
This kid needs a nobel prize
pssst according to my records I’ve seen about 170 horror/suspense/etc movies and that means I need recommendations for my yearly scary-movie-month marathon that is basically just October, help?
My friend almost wrecked his car the other day when I called his cell because he didn’t recognize my new profile picture and he wasn’t expecting “the sudden pretty face and the hair and the EYES I WAS STARING AND DRIFTING INTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC DAMN IT” and while I’m glad he’s fine, I’m also like “yes, this should be the proper reaction all the time”.
"Anyone ever hear of a guy named William Roger Tennant?" I asked.
"Sure," Rachel answered. "The hippie guy. The one with that weird touch-feely talk show with the Lava lamps. Contact Point.”
"Didn’t he write all those Men Are from Jupiter, Women Are from Venus books?” Jake asked.
<I do not believe either Jupiter or Venus are inhabitable, certainly not by humans,> Ax said.
"Mars, not Jupiter," Cassie corrected.
<Mars may be marginally habitable.>
"Actually, some guys are from Uranus," Rachel said. Then she made a face. "Did I just say that? I’m spending too much time around you, Marco."
"I’m rubbing off on you."
"Different guy anyway," Rachel said. "But Tennant has written a lot of self-help books. My mom reads them. Reads ‘em and for, like, two days she’s all mellow, then it wears off."
<Self-help books?> Ax asked. <Are they similar to instruction manuals?>
<Not exactly, Ax-man,> Tobias said. <Self-help books are like instruction books for living.>
<Indeed? Instructions for living? Such as “Consume necessary nutrients”? “Breathe sufficient air”?>
"Hey! Ax just made a joke."
"Self-help as in wise advice," Cassie explained. "Chicken Soup for Whatever. I’m Okay, You’re Messed Up. You know. They give you advice on how to live your life.”
<Ah, yes. Like Oprah,> Ax replied. <She, too, enjoys chicken soup. But it must be low-fat and heart healthy.>
Ax has been a bit unusual - if that’s possible - since he got a TV in his little woodsy hideout.
"Okay. Now if we can slowly back out of the lunatic asylum and rejoin reality," Jake said Impatiently.
les miserables / firefly
Enjolras: Who cares about your lonely soul?
Grantaire: [raises hand] I do!
Les Misérables (London), 18 Sep 2014 - Michael Colbourne (Enjolras), Christian Edwards (Grantaire)
i saw it a week ago and i wasn’t ready for that i felt like i was the only one who burst in laugh
asperatus cloud x
IT’S LIKE WATCHING THE WAVES ABOVE YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN
This is like a round of cards against humanity
Oh honey, that’s just how old houses are. They settle. They sometimes creak or groan, or quietly weep, or demand blood sacrifice in voices that sounds like the fluttering wings of a thousand moths. It’s just the house settling. For whatever it can get. Go back to sleep.
- go to this website
- paste the url of the mix and click the green button
- now you can select all, or select just a few
- click ‘download selected’
- it’s gonna download as a .zip
I’ve always liked jellyfish, even tho they can be scary as hell sometimes.