imlizy:

[showing a medieval peasant radioactive by imagine dragons] so we have devices that can record sounds and music as if it were words upon a page

peasant: can we listen to something else

me [lying maliciously]: this is the only song we have.

took aivide the prequel chapter two from 26k to 38k but don’t worry about it

froody:

froody:

imagine it being 1963 and you turn on the radio one day and suddenly every song is about surfing. for some reason. I mean they rock but what the fuck.

last year you had to listen to a bunch of shitty songs like Johnny Angel and this year Dick Dale is playing guitar like it’s never been played before

KATIA: i can shower first, if i must
GABE: why do you talk like a YA villain in real life sometimes

gavelenvy:

Have you read VINBRE THE NOVEL yet? If you liked Homestuck well enough, but were curious what might happen if the trolls on Earth C underwent an interuniversal diaspora to a new planet and spent several million sweeps brewing up a world-ending climate disaster of their own, this is the bajillion-word-long science fiction epic for you!

| Hundreds of thousands of sweeps after its colonization by interuniversal refugees from Earth C’s troll population, Al2rnia is dying a death of a thousand cuts. Global cooling has spiraled out of control, unrest, climate disruption, and escalating labor demands alike have decimated the workforce, and the impenetrable hatching ziggurat can hardly maintain the rate of replacement for the warmblooded corpses piling up in the icy seas. |

| Alone in the stygian depths of the hadal zone, a fuchsia heiress prepares her coming-of-age pitch for the Shark Tank: her one shot at joining the Al2rnian Board of Directors for an immortal lifetime’s tenure and the chance to put the planet back on track. |

| Your name is VINBRE MALCOS and you are going to save the world or die trying. |

hatingongodot:

Do you think cavemen ever got humiliated and had the kms urge? Like “Grug so embarrassed, Grug jump into tar pit” and then Glarg is like “Noooo everyone forget soon” and Grug is like “Grug going to do it for real”

i was charged a total of six dollars to enter Wilmington Delaware yesterday and I’m now gonna be charged 6 more dollars to leave 🫣

catcrumb:

that-gay-jedi:

angyo:

strawberry-crocodile:

people calling deer Old Gods or whatever are silly but some people go far the other way. they are wild animals over a hundred pounds. sometimes when i get home around midnight they’ll be sitting on the lawn, staring at me. i know that they’d rather flee than fight but man there’s something about seeing an animal almost as big as you are and knowing that it sees you.

Reminds me of when i was talking to a guy in college who had only ever lived in city suburbs. I was talking about hunting and mentioned how sometimes deer in rut will just stomp hunters to death and he laughed like “wow that’s an embarrassing way to go” and i had to tell him no, it’s actually pretty dangerous. It’s harder to shoot smth right on top of you esp with a hunting rifle, and an angry deer in rut will easily stomp you to death even if you get a heart shot while it’s charging. Adrenaline alone can have a deer sprint a mile without a functioning heart.

Like, they’re not spooky greater beings or laughable pests, they’re wild animals in all their silly, annoying, dangerous beauty

Every living thing has a little bit of cosmic terror, a little bit of silly little guy, a little bit of legitimately dangerous rage and a little bit of sitting around chewing grass enjoying the mundane. It’s like the four elements of being alive or something.

beemovieerotica:

every friend group needs at least 1 bird person I’m not even joking you need somebody where you can just take a picture of the most blurry feathered beast on the sidewalk and go “hey amanda do you know her?” and you get the most enthusiastic detailed reply about how wonderful and precious and dear this bird is followed by “and they sometimes stab other birds’ eggs for fun :)”