neon space pirate

since an anon requested nbc hannibal for free on google drive:

season one / season two / season three

yknow when you get beat up twice by a camera and then realize god may be dead

really can't help being a faggot, hope at least the other folks see my faggotry and think "damn boy"

"damnnnn, boy!" or "damn boy!" it's whatever

me when ughhusutotiysidcojoatshovjlpvjvh help me the hourror s omngdujeieripfjgCnvvbknk

translation: i have a crush :(

My hot take is that actually food allergies are a disability and more people need to realize that. The amount of research people with food allergies have to do when they want to go visit places but arent sure if they’ll have access to any food there is insane. Allergy friendly food is almost ALWAYS incredibly expensive in stores bc of all those fucking fad diets that like yoga instructors and middle age soccer moms make popular. And on top of the price, it is so hard to FIND! Almost evrry grocery store ive been to has a tiny ass allergy section that is almost always near empty. Plus what about people who don’t have the money to pay 10$ for a loaf of bread? You go to starbucks and non-dairy milks are like 70 cents extra? People are definitely out there buying and eating stuff that is destroying their digestive systems because they have no other choice. I am begging people to stop pretending that catering to people’s food allergies is elitist and not worth is. We need to make these options openly available.

oh! hello!

God, I remember when I started sixth form (last two years of high school in the UK, seen as a more university style learning environment) and the teachers kept complaining about how quiet we were during lessons.

We wouldn’t talk. They’d tell us to do something and we’d just sit there quietly and do it, until eventually they just said “hey, guys, it’s okay to chat while you work!” and then everybody would start talking.

One teacher described it as creepy.

And I just remember thinking, what the fuck did they expect to happen? We’d all been taught from the age of four or five onwards that talking in class was bad. That if we did it, we’d be told off, or punished, or in some instances maybe the entire class would be punished along with us, just to make sure we really got the idea. It was a whole thing.

But now, because we were sixth-formers and therefore ‘grown ups’, we were suddenly expected to flip a switch and be able to talk as much as we liked? The whole reason we were in sixth-form was because we had worked hard, done well at school, and generally followed the rules— but still the teachers couldn’t understand why we didn’t just talk to each other.

Now I’m at uni, and seminar tutors are having a similar problem. People will talk in seminars, but a lot of them will insist on raising their hands and waiting to be called upon first. “Don’t put your hands up, just shout at me!” the guy keeps saying. But they keep doing it anyway.

Like, I really don’t know how to tell these people that you can’t train somebody to act in one way for over half their lives, and then suddenly expect them to start acting differently just because the expectations have changed.

A really hilarious radioapple fic would be one where Alastor hears about Lucifer's "I am going to FUCK you/it's fuck you UP" mishap, and realizes that the king of hell just does NOT realize how to properly word things at ALL, ever.

And so when talking to him, Alastor just immediately translates it to the most logical (non-sexual) interpretation, and then just responds normally to it.

(Constantly correcting him when you know what he means is both a waste of time and not conducive to following Charlie's "please just get along!" rules, so Alastor doesn't bother anymore.)

Lucifer: "We should go get railed." (Translation: there's a cool train that takes you to an interesting part of the Pride Ring, and I think we should go check it out.)

Alastor: *sigh* "If we must, I have room in my schedule on Saturday morning."

Lucifer: (something something about wanting to be ran a train on)

Which is all well and good, but Alastor might have forgotten to tell everyone else that was what he was doing. So now everyone thinks him and Lucifer are not only hooking up, but loudly and without shame just talking about it in public.

Both Angel and Charlie are in hysterics - for completely opposite reasons.

Part 2 is that the train ride somehow got involved with a turf war, and Alastor loves blood and violence and eating sinners, so he immediately joins in.

Lucifer was going to sit it out (it's important to give your deer enrichment activities and he DID join you on your fun little train ride) until one of the sinners insults Alastor (rude, that's his job) and Alastor's help with Charlie's hotel (okay motherfucker enjoy being dead!).

Somehow, this (Very Critical!) information doesn't reach the hotel.

So, when Lucifer and Alastor return (from the "trip to get railed"), they're both a little disheveled and maybe a bit bloody.

Lucifer: "I bet those guys weren't expecting US to fuck them, huh Bambi? I did like 5 of them at once!"

Alastor: "Yes, yes, we're all very impressed with you, Your Majesty. "

Lucifer: "Don't make me fuck you next! But, seriously, I didn't even know you could make your tentacle things do THAT to someone!" (Translation: the thing the tentacles did was pull them apart into many, many pieces.)

Alastor: "I'd be happy to give you a personal demonstration if you ever forget, sire."

Charlie immediately has to go sit down in a quiet room and try not to hyperventilate. Vaggie is strongly considering the consequences of fighting the king of all hell and the father of her girlfriend. Husk is drinking directly from the bottle to immediately forget everything he just heard. Angel is losing his shit.

A really hilarious radioapple fic would be one where Alastor hears about Lucifer's "I am going to FUCK you/it's fuck you UP" mishap, and realizes that the king of hell just does NOT realize how to properly word things at ALL, ever.

And so when talking to him, Alastor just immediately translates it to the most logical (non-sexual) interpretation, and then just responds normally to it.

(Constantly correcting him when you know what he means is both a waste of time and not conducive to following Charlie's "please just get along!" rules, so Alastor doesn't bother anymore.)

Lucifer: "We should go get railed." (Translation: there's a cool train that takes you to an interesting part of the Pride Ring, and I think we should go check it out.)

Alastor: *sigh* "If we must, I have room in my schedule on Saturday morning."

Lucifer: (something something about wanting to be ran a train on)

Which is all well and good, but Alastor might have forgotten to tell everyone else that was what he was doing. So now everyone thinks him and Lucifer are not only hooking up, but loudly and without shame just talking about it in public.

Both Angel and Charlie are in hysterics - for completely opposite reasons.

Part 2 is that the train ride somehow got involved with a turf war, and Alastor loves blood and violence and eating sinners, so he immediately joins in.

Lucifer was going to sit it out (it's important to give your deer enrichment activities and he DID join you on your fun little train ride) until one of the sinners insults Alastor (rude, that's his job) and Alastor's help with Charlie's hotel (okay motherfucker enjoy being dead!).

Somehow, this (Very Critical!) information doesn't reach the hotel.

So, when Lucifer and Alastor return (from the "trip to get railed"), they're both a little disheveled and maybe a bit bloody.

Lucifer: "I bet those guys weren't expecting US to fuck them, huh Bambi? I did like 5 of them at once!"

Alastor: "Yes, yes, we're all very impressed with you, Your Majesty. "

Lucifer: "Don't make me fuck you next! But, seriously, I didn't even know you could make your tentacle things do THAT to someone!" (Translation: the thing the tentacles did was pull them apart into many, many pieces.)

Alastor: "I'd be happy to give you a personal demonstration if you ever forget, sire."

Charlie immediately has to go sit down in a quiet room and try not to hyperventilate. Vaggie is strongly considering the consequences of fighting the king of all hell and the father of her girlfriend. Husk is drinking directly from the bottle to immediately forget everything he just heard. Angel is losing his shit.

High to Death

we’re getting leathermouth back before mcr5

God, I remember when I started sixth form (last two years of high school in the UK, seen as a more university style learning environment) and the teachers kept complaining about how quiet we were during lessons.

We wouldn’t talk. They’d tell us to do something and we’d just sit there quietly and do it, until eventually they just said “hey, guys, it’s okay to chat while you work!” and then everybody would start talking.

One teacher described it as creepy.

And I just remember thinking, what the fuck did they expect to happen? We’d all been taught from the age of four or five onwards that talking in class was bad. That if we did it, we’d be told off, or punished, or in some instances maybe the entire class would be punished along with us, just to make sure we really got the idea. It was a whole thing.

But now, because we were sixth-formers and therefore ‘grown ups’, we were suddenly expected to flip a switch and be able to talk as much as we liked? The whole reason we were in sixth-form was because we had worked hard, done well at school, and generally followed the rules— but still the teachers couldn’t understand why we didn’t just talk to each other.

Now I’m at uni, and seminar tutors are having a similar problem. People will talk in seminars, but a lot of them will insist on raising their hands and waiting to be called upon first. “Don’t put your hands up, just shout at me!” the guy keeps saying. But they keep doing it anyway.

Like, I really don’t know how to tell these people that you can’t train somebody to act in one way for over half their lives, and then suddenly expect them to start acting differently just because the expectations have changed.