“start your free trial now” what if i told u i am already experiencing trials. and the cost is more than i can bear
pokemon moves used to be like "smack" and "plant attack" and now theyre called shit like "pixiepower 9000" and "horse obliterator"
this is a poem
i couldn’t not draw this
ok…!
babe are you okay, your reblogging the subway rat poem again
babe are you okay,
your reblogging the subway
rat poem again
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
I drew this stupid burger I saw that brings me comfort and joy
tumblr won’t let me reblog this for some reason :/
Nickelodeon won't let you reblog
While Nickelodeon's asleep...do you remember the feeling you got when Korra was reading her letter to Asami? When she said that she didn't know exactly why, but she felt like contacting her over Mako and Bolin or anyone else?
Do you remember knowing then?
Knowing that the jokes and laughing "haha, wouldn't it be funny" bits from Season 1 and 2, and the slowly growing bond and shared screentime from Season 3, and the handtouch from that finale might actually mean something?
Do you remember what it felt like? Seeing something new happening in a story? The same steps, the obvious familiarity...but you couldn't tell if it was really happening, because it had never happened before?
We still didn't know, of course. None of us could have. There was no novel to spoil us this time. But you could see the path ahead without having to push aside branches or shine a light. It was in that scene that the ship went from "maybe" to "this is actually happening? I think this is Actually Happening!" (which is STILL debatable because it might have been the final minutes of the finale that did it). For the first time.
The scene had power. The show had power.
10% ears 20% ears 15% concentrated power of ears
5% purrsure
official boob post
@nyancrimew you’re in an official boob post
I should start posting franz kafka style diary quotes but it’s from my journal from when I was 11/12 and obsessed with naruto
—Saturday 02nd October, 2011. 8:45pm.
One time this man approached me in a bar talking in Spanish. So I assumed he was Spanish and we started speaking, we had a whole ass conversation and at some point he was like. So what part of Spain are you from? And I said well I’m Italian actually. What part of Spain are you from? And he was like. I’m Greek.
One time I was in Argentina and I was so tired of trying to speak Spanish because I’m not very good at it lmao so I broke into exasperated English and the retail seller girl quickly understood me and engaged me in conversation. We talked for a while, she introduced me to a makeup brand, and then I decided to buy it. While she was packaging the purchase, she asked me if I were from the US or perhaps the UK and I just said “oh no I’m Brazilian hahah” and she looked me straight in the eyes and said, in clear Portuguese, “I’m Brazilian too”
When my dad went to China on a work trip, his Mandarin speaking wasn’t great but his listening was fine (his first language is Cantonese) and he encountered a German guy who had moved to China to work. My dad knew how to speak German because he studied it in university (but wasn’t great when it came to listening to new vocab he hadn’t studied before), and the German guy knew Mandarin because he lived and worked in China, so they had a conversation where my dad spoke to the German guy in German and the guy responded in Mandarin. I’m sure it confused a lot of their coworkers who just saw the Asian guy speaking German and the white guy speaking Mandarin.
Some years ago, I worked for a manufacturing company that had a service depot in China. One of the engineers from the main office here in the US spent most of his time at the depot. The problem was that he didn’t speak *any* of the various Chinese languages, and no one at the depot spoke any English. They all, however, spoke Spanish.
I love the world
When I was in Amsterdam with a few people from my school, we got told that the lockers were full at the train station, and we had to go to a smaller luggage office next to a church nearby.
When we got there our teacher started talking to the man behind the counter in english, then she turned back to us and said something in hungarian, only for the man behind the counter to immediately switch and say “Oh hi i am also hungarian!”
MLP<3
here *puts those in your palms*
aye can i get uh………ingredients on my burger
beetroot?
you want beetroot?
you want fucking beet root?
ingredience