hokuto-ju-no-ken:

I’ve been struggling to write all day, trying to get work done on a project I’m writing for and I’m trying really hard to get this story going and get in the mood for action, butts, mystery, drama, hot dudes, fat butts

but it just ain’t coming

reality just keeps staring me in the face as I’m unable to look away from the mirror.

so I’ll try writing about that for a bit

maybe I should put this under a cut?

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I’m glad I wrote this out. I’d like to share it and get it out there.

princess-macademia:

When your grammar is correct but spell-check still gives you shit

kineticpenguin:

Kemono Friends: And here we have Hululu, the Humboldt Penguin of PPP, who’s kind of an airhead most of the time.

Me: That seems unfair to Humboldt penguins.

Real Humboldt Penguin: *no-shit waifus a cardboard cutout of Hululu to the point nearly starving to death*

Me: 

twowaypr:

momentsinreading:

“My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.” –Neil Gaiman

wow

official-mugi:

it actually is, though

it was in the original RE2 as well, a nod to the jojo game capcom put out the same year as re2

anyway my dream project is to write a children’s book about dracula to help teach kids to cope with trauma 

I’ve been struggling to write all day, trying to get work done on a project I’m writing for and I’m trying really hard to get this story going and get in the mood for action, butts, mystery, drama, hot dudes, fat butts

but it just ain’t coming

reality just keeps staring me in the face as I’m unable to look away from the mirror.

so I’ll try writing about that for a bit

maybe I should put this under a cut?

Keep reading

pajamazam:

Little Mac, shuddering as Incineroar affectionately rubs against him: Why is this weird cat man obsessed with me? He’s been following me ever since the fight with Ken

Samus, as Pikachu stands on her shoulder: Mac, that’s a pokemon. It’s probably like that cause you’re its trainer.

Little Mac: I’ve never trained a cat. Although there was that one little black and red cat I used to take care of back at the gym

Pokemon Trainer: You…mean a litten?

Little Mac: I don’t know. The little guy was so small when I first took him in. He didn’t even grow until we started feeding him and taking him out for walks in the grass.

Pokemon Trainer: Yeah, that’s what Pokemon do. It’s their evolution. And the final evolution of Litten is…

Mac looks up at the buff cat, looking into his eyes now

Little Mac, on the verge of tears: Jalapeño?