costcoreceipt:

dinofarts:

TODAY IN BIOLOGY CLASS WE LEARNED THAT WHEN YOU MOW THE GRASS THE BLADES RELEASE A CHEMICAL THAT MAKES THAT GLORIOUS SMELL BUT THE REASON WHY THEY RELEASE THE CHEMICAL IS TO WARN OTHER GRASS BLADES OF DANGER SO WHEN WE SMELL THE FRESHLY CUT GRASS SMELL IT’S NOT JUST A GOOD SMELL IT’S THE SMELL OF THE BLOOD AND SCREAMS FOR HELP OF THOUSANDS OF GRASS BLADES

ok they going to warn the grass and then what ? explain how the other grass will run away from the lawmower ?

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infjadvice:

Why trust is worth it

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You can ignore Entertainment Weekly’s spin about “passion and unique voices.” This is a deeply cynical decision that feeds off the dreams of inexperienced writers who are hoping to make a name for themselves in entertainment journalism. According to a story in Digiday, The Community will be made up of bloggers discovered “through social media and J-schools.” Let’s call that what it really is: Entertainment Weekly taking advantage of young writers who want to launch their careers, but aren’t sure where else they can be published.


So what are those writers getting in exchange? They’ll be “compensated in the form of prestige,” says Digiday, without any apparent irony. (If you can find a landlord that accepts prestige in lieu of a monthly rent payment, let me know.) But the already negligible value of that “prestige” is already dropping. Entertainment Weekly is kicking off the beta version of The Community with “20 or 30 bloggers,” but wants as many as 1,000 to begin writing for it in the months to come. How much is all that “prestige” going to be worth when there are 999 other writers vying for space on the landing page?

Entertainment Weekly wants you to write for it for free. Don’t do it. - The Week

I haven’t talked to EW for years, since they did a deeply shitty hit piece on me right after Just A Geek came out. This sort of thing just confirms that I’ve made a good decision.

(via wilwheaton)

Value your work. Value your work. VALUE YOUR WORK.

(via katsudonburi)

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letao:

mari-m-blog:

tranimation:

"Curses, foiled again!"

This Peugeot 208 WACKY RACES commercial is the fuckawesomest thing in the world!  It’s my childhood turned to life!  This needs to be a movie!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! <33333333

This commercial is officially my jam

Wait, WHAT????!!!!

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

I. Fucking. LIVED for those Wacky Races cartoons!!,

AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

(Source: 30secondstocalifornia)

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leakycon:

This is it! Welcome to Night Vale has made it to the CHAMPIONSHIP ROUND of LeakyCon's Fandom Madness tournament! Victory is at hand!
Reblog this image to show your support for Welcome to Night Vale! 

leakycon:

This is it! Welcome to Night Vale has made it to the CHAMPIONSHIP ROUND of LeakyCon's Fandom Madness tournament! Victory is at hand!

Reblog this image to show your support for Welcome to Night Vale

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Reblog if you’d care if I killed myself

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paintedbreath:

i tried to scroll past this but that one reblog just might save somebodies life 

I tried to scroll too..

don’t do it.

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carlos-manofperfectscience:

"Cecil!" Carlos’ eyes widened….

Cecil wrapped his arms around Carlos’ shoulders. He kept whispering, but he was speaking through gritted teeth. “Strex Corp. Tried. To kill me,” he whispered. “Maybe he can help us before it’s too late.”

He leaned back, and his face betrayed nothing. “I hope you like the show tonight!” he said, regaining his cheerful tone. He kissed Carlos once on the mouth, and then walked away down the street. “See you after!”

(Source: brokenxgrace)

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Cecil blinked. “But he’s standing right…”

He stopped as the realization dawned. “Of course,” he said, clearing his throat.

He leaned close to Carlos. “Tell him to meet us after my show tonight, at the vacant lot behind the Ralphs,” he whispered.

(Source: brokenxgrace)

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carlos-manofperfectscience:

brokenangel-charcoalwings:

  ”Could you tell me where I am?” Cas asked simply. He’d never been here before, and he’d been everywhere”

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Carlos took a deep breath. As long as he didn’t look at it or officially acknowledged it’s existence, he couldn’t get in trouble. Right?

"Welcome…to Night Vale."

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Cecil walked around the corner, humming to himself. When he saw Carlos, he waved and jogged over.

"Hi Carlos!" he said, kissing him on the cheek. "I wanted to tell you! I just found the neatest song. I think I’ll play it on my show tonight and…"

He stopped when he saw the stranger in front of them.

"Oh. Hello. Who are you?"

(Source: brokenxgrace)

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