This is amazing. An Imperial eagle named Darshan is dropped off the top of the Burj Khalifa and finds his trainer in less than two minutes.
An emphasis on multiplayer was a major goal in The Simpsons Arcade Game, and one of the ways the game accomplished this was through unique player combinations. When two players team up, they perform a joint attack, thus expanding their somewhat limited repertoire, and making replays with different characters that much more appealing.
Repaint Venus with my original Venus and the only potted plant I’ve ever kept alive in my life.
I’ll figure out what I’m doing with new Venus and make a proper post for her soon~ (and will then be repainting mine because holy fuck)
That’s it. Now I need to see Garak in a sweater. Just stop it. Stop being cute in a sweater. Stop it right now. Not allowed.
You know when you’re watching a movie how INCREDIBLY tense the scene becomes when the music becomes THAT MUSIC? Like a person walking down a hallway isn’t a big deal on its own, but because of the music you KNOW shit’s about to go down.
That’s basically anxiety in a nutshell.
Seriously though. Imagine if real life had background music. You’re going about your day and then suddenly, for no reason whatsoever (because your brain is in charge of your background music and in this case anxiety means its timing is completely fucked up), the tense “shit’s about to go down” music starts. And you’re standing there in a paranoid panic going “WHAT THE FUCK I’M JUST MAKING TOAST HOW THE HELL AM I ABOUT TO DIE WHAT’S ABOUT TO HAPPEN FUCK FUCK FUCK”… and the answer is “nothing”. Nothing’s about to happen. That goddamn background music is lying. But it’s still going to make you tense because that’s what it DOES.
Fuckin’ background music.
Such a perfect description of anxiety.
what a lovely, easily explainable way to translate the sensation of anxiety in a way for non-anxious people to understand!
author: i’m using this alien race as a metaphor to represent both the best and worst of humanity; in their customs, their ritual, you’ll find the paradox of a race that both strives to better itself and –
audience: yes yes what do their dicks look like
I just woke up from the craziest dream. A friend and I were in Kohl’s trying on shirts and this girl our age came out of the fitting room in a pretty dress, and I told her she looked great. The girl looked surprised but pleased, and we started talking. The girl was like, “Sometimes I come into places like this with lots of mirrors so I don’t forget how I awesome I look.”
So my friend, the girl, and I walk through the store together, talking about random things, looking at jewelry (the girl found a pair of Vera Wang earrings and wistfully commented that they looked like dying stars and that her brother would love them) and socks. Meanwhile, we start to notice people around us are glued to their phones. One lady has her hand over her mouth in horror, tears streaming down her face. Kohl’s seems an awfully lot more empty than it had been. The girl brightly suggests we look in homewares.
We go to the back of the store and start smelling all the Yankee Candles, and the girl is like, “People can be so creative. Vanilla lime? Genius! I’m going to miss this.” My friend asks if she’s going on a trip and the girl is nonchalant, like, “Things will be changing for me real soon and I’m not going to be able to enjoy things like candles anymore.” My friend wishes her all the best with whatever and I say we’ll buy her the candle so she has something to remember us by, and the girl is all, “You both are very kind. I won’t forget that, I promise.”
So we go to check out, but no one’s there. So we wait and wait, and then the girl shrugs, takes the candle and the Vera Wang earrings, and goes to leave. My friend and I are mortified, crying that she has to pay for them, and the girl is like, “I doubt they’ll mind,” as she leaves. Then my friend notices the store is completely empty and takes out her phone, which is blinking with dozens of missed calls, texts, and alerts.
She opens one of the alerts and it takes her to a breaking news video. All over the world, there is chaos. Horrifying things are devouring people and destroying cities. A giant cube of sand with teeth and weird proboscises on every side is sucking up people in Rio, and a slow-moving slender titan made of clouds is walking through San Fransisco and leaving nothing in its wake. Off the coast of Japan, something is rising from the ocean but the video cuts out.
Terrified, we run out of Kohl’s and find the girl standing at the curb. She’s staring at the sky over Route 1 as a giant, shifting mass of black mist descends. The girl turns to us, smiles, and says, “That’s my brother. Thank you for a lovely day of shopping. I’ll never forget it.”
Then the skin of her face and neck begins to crack and flake away, revealing fault lines of indescribable things underneath. My friend starts to weep. I manage to get out through chattering teeth that I hope her brother likes the earrings, and the girl–barely human now–smiles with the remnants of a million devoured suns and says, “You know, if everyone had been as nice as you two, we wouldn’t have come to this.”
And then she squared herself exponentially and swallowed everything up.
It was awful.
That was an amazing read though.
I would believe this of Kohls
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