4AM
The sky was a painting tonight.
This is it. Sky pictures taken at gas stations are my aesthetic.
This is like a dream I had but can’t quite remember
That getting up super early to leave the motel by checkout time and grabbing gas before you hit the highway aesthetic.
The fall turns the world yellow and orange and the skies dark. Now, more than ever, it is important to stay inside after dark.
In the Rocky Mountains, the clouds touch the peaks. Beware of what lurks in their icy embrace, hidden between the trees.
Liminal Spaces Moodboard: Where the world is in transition and time is barely tangible
bay area gothic
-you don’t know what time it is. no one ever does. every time you get up to go, your friends say “stay a little longer.” you have no idea how long you’ve been here -you hear a tourist say “frisco.” you don’t know why, but you bare your teeth. you man next to you snarls. this is the city -everyone around you is holding. if you even think about pot, people start to swarm around you. “i’ll spark to that, dude,” one of them says. you don’t know these people -your friend is a vegan now. last week your coworker was a vegetarian. the week before that your cousin was on a paleo-diet -you never sleep. one night you’re going to a show, the next a friend has a new club to show you. you don’t remember the last time you laid down in your own bed -you ask for directions to los angeles. no one has ever heard of los angeles. someone asks if you know what state it’s in. you don’t
What’s going on here exactly??
southern gothic
making pasta with someone u love
EVERYONE PUT THIS GIF ON YOUR BLOG IMMEDIATLY IT WILL PROTECT YOU FROM THE VIRUS!!
Don’t know how it protects me from Ebola but alright alright. If it keeps me safe
oh god what did i do
IT SUMMONS MAIL EVERYONE TRY IT
HOLY FUCKING COW.
OKAY IT’S TRUE
WHAT
???
I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE
WHAT HOW
I’ve been wondering what message it sends for awhile now, apparently it’s random?
oh?
OH
#lmfao no way #why do i reblog these things #hahaha #urban legends #tumblr myths #im so gullible
nO FUCKING WAY THIS JUST
gUYS NO JOKE I GOT “motor oil” IN MY ASK BOX I’M SCREAMINH
I HOPE U GUYS DON’T LIE
THIS SHIT FUCKING WORKS WTF
you’re shitting me
HOLY MOTHER OF ALL THAT IS GOOD IN THE WORL-
i wanna see what happens
it looks fun i guess
nice
Office Gothic
- The printer is processing a large job. It is still processing. It is still processing. It is still processing. No one in the office knows who started this print job, and none of the computers appear to have sent it. It is still processing.
- Every day, new food appears on the table in the office kitchen - cakes, cookies, donuts, chips, leftover party trays of vegetables and crackers. It’s open to all takers, yet no one is eating but you. When you offer a slice of cake to a coworker, she averts her eyes and hurries away mumbling about “the sacrifice.”
- You have invoiced 293,603 sales orders. Every time you look up, the paper stack has grown taller.
- Your office recently upgraded every computer. With your brand-new, streamlined software and your sleek black tower boasting processing power 100 times faster than your old beige box, it now takes you twice as long to accomplish anything.
- You haven’t seen the IT guy in ten years. You put in a helpdesk ticket anyway.
- Every clothing item in your closet has morphed into a pair of khaki pants or a nondescript cardigan. Every time you buy a “cute pencil skirt” or “sharp button-down shirt,” by the time you make it home, it has morphed into a pair of khaki pants or a nondescript cardigan, sitting innocuously in the bag.
- The printer is now printing a large job. Every page has numbers on it, neatly arranged in spreadsheets that make sense at first, but begin to twist in your vision the longer you look. The printer has gone through 678 reams of paper and hungers for more.
- When you decide to go hunting for the IT guy, you very nearly don’t survive the journey. The server racks blink enigmatically at you, rows upon rows arranged in labyrinthine configurations, and you have lost sight of the door. The room grows steadily hotter the longer you search. You start to wish you’d grabbed an ethernet cable to mark your path through the maze, but it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. The corridors are littered with cables. You find no bodies. The server racks blink at you.
- You decide to go on a diet and quit eating the food in the kitchen. Your coworkers begin stopping by your cubicle and personally offering the food to you, desperation growing in their eyes every time you refuse.
- You have invoiced 395,203 sales orders. The paper stack is now taller than the length of your arm.
- Never venture into the warehouse without an offering. Ever. You hear inhuman cries in the darkness, behind the towering shelves of boxes stretching away into infinity, lit only intermittently by weak fluorescent lights placed high above in the shadowy ceiling. You place your packing slips in the copper basin, and your box of cupcakes (liberated from the office kitchen) on the stone altar, and back away slowly. Never show weakness in the warehouse. Ever.
- “The boss is in today,” your coworkers whisper to one another. “The boss is in today.” You have only seen her once in sixteen years, at your interview. Her administrative assistant smiles at you every time you pass by, elongated canines gleaming. The scar on your wrist has not healed since your interview.
- When you find the IT guy, he turns to you with hollow eyes. His skin is grey, his flesh wasted, his fingernails long and scaly. Tap, tap, tap on the keyboard. “Have you tried turning it off and on again?” he moans. Tap, tap, tap.
- You have invoiced 830,504 sales orders. The paper stack now towers over the walls of your cubicle.
That’s his girl now
The difference between an easy model and a complicated one.
british people are so fucking cute
they called christmas lights ‘fairy lights’
they called sweaters ‘jumpers’
sneakers are ‘trainers’
they say ‘you alright/you ok’ instead of ‘how are you’
i quit
fuck off you condescending twat
Most British sentence I’ve ever heard
It’s always kind of funny when the Powerpuff Girls, in fanart, are drawn with fingers and noses and toes and stuff and it’s like…they legit don’t have those in canon. It’s not just a style choice, they actually don’t have fingers and noses.
I mean, apparently Buttercup just sticks her hand to things to pick them up (S03E29 Criss Cross Crisis)
And in Oops, I Did it Again (s06E04B) the girls, when made without Chemical X, come out “normal” and do have fingers, feet, noses, and normal faces.
So like…when everyone in the show calls them “bug-eyed freaks,” “pumpkin heads,” etc, they legit mean the girls have big round heads, giant eyeballs, and stump limbs.
I think it’s safe to say that the Powerpuff Girls are objectively horrifying. I want to see fanart of that.
SWEET JESUS
alright i realise im a little late to the party here but going back to how the girls are able to grip things despite not having fingers
at first i thought maybe they could have tiny hooks at the end of the stumps that would snag onto surfaces, similar to cats tongues ( and yeah alright spiderman ) but the issue is that they probably wouldnt be effective for smoother surfaces
they could also have wrinkled pads like geckos feet that could cling to smoother things no problem, but then the problem is maintaining enough suction to actually lift and carry an object
i fear the solution may be something even Worse
this better not take any more wild turns