phenomenal comment chain on a lyric video for nicki minaj’s verse from Monster

misato3:

reerugan:

ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ
ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ                                            ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ
ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ                                            ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ
ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ ENTER THE BEAR CUBE ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ
ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ                                            ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ
ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ                                            ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ
ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ

your bear cube is not even a bear square

                    ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ
               ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ                                             ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ•`ʔ
          ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ                                             ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ´•ᴥ•`ʔ
     ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ                                            ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ    ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ
ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ         ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ

ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ                                            ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ         ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ
ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ                                            ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ         ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ
ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ                                            ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ         ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ

ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ                                            ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ         ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ
ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ ENTER THE BEAR CUBE ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ         ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ 
ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ                                            ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ         ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ
ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ                                            ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ     ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ
ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ                                            ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ
ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ                                            ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔᴥ•`ʔ

ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ

presidentmikasa:

twisted-oak:

The Big Bang Theory with the laugh track removed is just 4 people being mean to an autistic man

this is The Best Post

fish-boned:

shickalenia:

dduane:

thesuitsofwoah:

that’s almost too cruel
almost

I had to do this once with Privateer II: The Darkening. It gained a bit when he said “I bet you didn’t play it through, I bet somebody just told you how…” and I was able to smile gently and say “God, possibly, since I wrote the game.” And plainly the Deity was with me that day, as I happened to be carrying docs from my UK agent (who’d done the deal) that showed not only that I was the writer, but the five-figure sum I had been paid. …It was a happy day for me. Not so much for him. I’d never had a referent for the word “slink” for a full grown male before. As in “slink away in utter dejection.” I smiled for at least three days without stopping. And am smiling now… I had completely forgotten about this.

Reblogging because “I beat the game” is fantastic, but “I wrote the damn thing” is even better.

I’m not a gamer but I’ll always reblog these.

the day the skeleton war comes. is the day that i will conquer.

karlcat:

dollygale:

*takes a long drag on a cigarette* *stares out the window and into the vermillion sunset, my eyes fogged over with a poignant mix of nostalgia and regret*

that day has already passed, cadet. i remember it like it was yesterday, thousands of us brave enough to believe in their insidious cause congregated, and the battle grounds were hushed over with fog and the steady beating of battle drums. we were expecting them to come from the ground at any moment. but they didn’t. they came from inside ourselves. we are the skeletons. we are the enemy. inside each of us, there exists a never ending battle, a soldier and a general, a traitor and a martyr, the tibia and the fibula. ultimately it is up to us who wins.

*stamps out cigarette underfoot* 

*looks up to you with eyes that still shine, eyes that still reflect the heavenly light from above* *puts my hand on your shoulder while my own eyes mist over as i remember those that fell so that i may stand*

but, and if i may, general, if i may, are we not always our very own enemy? it’s human nature, after all. and i don’t, i don’t mean to invalidate your cause, or to look down at your sacrifice, but isn’t it always darkest before the dawn? if i may, if i may, ma’am, shouldn’t we keep fighting? our enemy lies within us, no? so they will know the day we give up. and i. i don’t want to give them the satisfaction, general. i don’t want them to win.

*looks at the ground* *clenches teeth and curls my hands into tight fists*

not today.

*pats you on the back*
there, there you goddamn blubbering idiot
*wipes a tear from my eyes*
there, there

feeble-lion-turtle:

when someone says ‘toxic’ in chemistry

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famousest:

started from the closet now were queer

ccharlesxavier:

i want a show called Man Vs. Wilde where someone is put in the jungle with oscar wilde and has to survive not only the elements but also wilde’s random attacks and massive ego

runningoncoals:

I am literally both of them at the same time

bombaycinemaclub:

The first sip of tea is always the hardest.

that isn’t supposed to be inspirational, I’m just stating it’s fucking nerve-racking waiting for it to touch your lips and potentially having it melt your face off