Shins day

Shitty puns
Fetal nurse shark in alcohol
Brass goggles at a shop
Shibe friend, he rejected my pets
Shin got a ring

Tomorrow will be beach day and I will lie around and cry that my legs hurt so bad


there’s no place like home.






that’s almost too cruel

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.

Vicious. I love it.

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Angry Babs and a couple of Shins


miss kitty likes to flop around in the grass until you give her love









All the miss!

How can you not miss him,  he’s 5’5” of concentrated sass and candy!!


I will sell my soul for Gabriel to come back.

we literally have nine seasons of a show that tells you why you really shouldn’t do that




Okay, who sold their soul

It was me. I’m not sorry.

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Well that’s a connection I never made before.
There’s a reason I like my food so bland; existing is already an intense enough experience for me (as my sinuses try very hard to give me a headache) so food being bland is nice. Not having to deal with the smell-taste of heavily spiced food is a relief. The smell of meat cooking can make me sick to my stomach, meat burning is even worse. Purely steamed veggies make me happy, my mother attempting Asian food made me want to puke. So many spices, so much taste, too much sensory overload.
No wonder I hate bacon. Smelly shit.

Plain food makes me happy.

Wow. Woke up to some heavy shit on my dash today.

I’m off to the beach for four days. There will be intermittent tumblr use, and no responses otherwise.

Gonna go and have fun and keep cool and draw my fantasy characters.







My dad was telling me about these girls at his old college who invented a nail polish that paints on clear, and if you stir your drink with your finger with the nail polish on, it will react with the “Date Rape” drug and turn red.

Dude. It’s genius.

I saw this before and didn’t reblog it because it didn’t have anything to say how but now that there is a link saying how I wil reblog it.

I did not get as far on this as I wanted to >:[

Noodle sex is getting painted first, but then this is up. I love me some Twister.


If you refuse to raise a male child in the future, you are the problem.

If you say “die cis scum” instead of making an effort for actual equality, you are the problem.

If you refuse to listen to a doctor, someone who has years of medical training, about your health situation because they are ‘fat shaming’ you, you are the problem.

If you choose to disrespect someone else due to the bullshit excuse of ‘priviledge’, you are the problem.

At the beginning of the Portal development process, we sat down as a group to decide what philosopher or school of philosophy our game would be based on. That was followed by about 15 minutes of silence, and then someone mentioned that a lot of people like cake.
Erik Wolpaw, writer of Portal. (via elucipher)

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everything is done with my bullshit at this point





So fucking powerful.

can’t get over this