i really enjoy les mis posts where enjolras is represented as being basically like haru from free except with revolution instead of swimming
Explain Death Note to me please
A juggalo, a deeply uncharismatic sociopath, and Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge-era Gerard Way walk into a bar.
They order drinks. This happens in a montage. The drinks arrive, also in a montage. There is choral chanting.
The sociopath and Gerard Way share the same drink, sipping from different straws. They stare at one another in silence. The juggalo looks on.
A long time passes. It is difficult to say how long. But just as it finally seems as though the sociopath may be about to say something out loud, Gerard Way rises and disappears into the bar bathroom.
He does not return.
Moments later, a twelve year old in a cheap wig and an off-brand Lestat enter. The sociopath and juggalo exchange glances. They did not expect company.
The newcomers’ presence changes the whole vibe. The bar is weird now. How did this middle-schooler get in here? Why are he and not-Lestat fighting? Is anyone expected to care?
The sociopath remembers sharing a definitely non-sexual vodka cranberry with Gerard Way. Simpler times.
The juggalo starts to feel like he’s hanging out with the wrong people.
Not-Lestat, it turns out, can’t hold his liquor, and folds down, head on the bar, in a matter of minutes. You can’t help but wonder why he was invited at all.
Meanwhile, the kid starts flicking pieces of olive off the garnish tray at the sociopath. The sociopath tries to enjoy his lonely vodka cranberry. The kid persists. The sociopath flicks an olive back. The kid gets up from his bar stool, walks across the room, and puts a cocktail umbrella through the sociopath’s eye.
More choral music. Flashbacks to excruciatingly recent events. The kid leaves. The sociopath slides to the floor. Gerard Way still hasn’t come out of the bathroom. The juggalo sees himself out.
The bartender wonders how this fucking trainwreck is so popular.
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
robot friend does not agree. 'failure' is inability to fulfill directive. human has no programmed directive. human evolutionary directive is to live. you are alive. everything else is bonus.
I’ve been saving this message in my inbox for a long time because it always makes me feel better. I needed it today. Thank you
finally got around to watching some of this show today and was SUPER CHARMED
There are 6 main types of loneliness:
1. Interpersonal loneliness: This is the result of losing a significant, or intimate, relationship.
2. Social loneliness: This is where a person is on the fringes of a group, excluded from a group, or is actively rejected.
3. Cultural loneliness: This is where a person belongs to a different culture and feels that they don’t fit, or belong, in the new culture.
4. Intellectual loneliness: This is where a person feels intellectually, or educationally, out of synch with their peers, their family or their social group.
5. Psychological loneliness: This is where a person has experienced a trauma that separates them out from others around them. That is, it’s something other people can’t fully understand.
6. Existential or cosmic loneliness: This is an isolating loneliness experienced by a person who is facing death.
and on that day, humanity received a grim reminder
THIS FUCKING DOG
so yesterday in my Hannah costume I had a huge floofy petticoat, right? And I was out at the con all day today, for the second day in a row, which meant I didn’t take her and The Good Dog out for their usual walks.
So what does this little horrorpuppy do to show me that this does not please her?
She DOES A CRAP ON MY PETTICOAT.
THIS LITTLE TURD CRAPPED ON MY PETTICOAT BECAUSE I DIDN’T WALK HER FOR A DAY. SHE HAS CONSTANT ACCESS TO THE BACKYARD FOR BOTH ROMPING AND SHITTING PURPOSES, SO IT’S NOT LIKE SHE HAD NO WAY OF WORKING OFF HER ENERGY OR OF POOING IN A POO-APPROPRIATE PLACE.
WHAT A LITTLE MOTHERFUCKER.
when bessie was mad at us she used to let us know by standing on the couch until we looked at her
and then peeing on it while maintaining eye contact
~PETS ARE A JOY~
The author of my math book just decides to throw in pictures of his cats every so often through the chapters…
genuine first thought: but these dont look like any of stephendann’s cats that i’ve seen