thetruerarkher:

jadensilver:

dumbstruckc:

a game that keeps track of how many cutscenes you skip and that determines how invested your character acts during cutscenes and in gameplay moments

If you skip too many cutscenes, the game won’t give you highlights on your map to show you where to go, because you didn’t pay enough attention to have made the note on your map yourself. 

Somewhere, Hideo Kojima just got the largest erection.

hetaliamotherfuckers:

awesomeundertalelover3:

imagine-candied-eyes:

thatonecomicartist:

undertaletheblogartist09292004:

i-draw-andstuff:

addignisherlock:

It terrifies me that there’s so much raging passion in the lgbt+ community that insist on marginalizing asexuals and implying that asexuals don’t deserve to have safe spaces. There’s still so much acephobia so I just wanna know which blogs are genuinely supportive and a safe space for asexuals

YES.!!! I HAVE A BEST FRIENDO THAT’S ASEXUAL!

I aM

yES BECAUSE I MIGHT BE ACE

AND BE PANROMANTIC

I DUNNO IM CONFUSED

*pats my own back* im ace.

AND I”M FRIENDS WITH YOU SO IM GOOD!

I AM UR ALLY AND FRIEND IF YOU SAY HI AND SHIT

rainy-days-end-is-nigh:

hoeboy:

i hope he is good

2017 version of that guy at pompeii that died rubbing one out

fruitsgood:

bugbearsanonymous:

fruitsgood:

institute-for-thermal-research:

fruitsgood:

institute-for-thermal-research:

fruitsgood:

wish i could go outside without putting shoes on 

you can

my feet sensitive : \ it’s cold : \

socks

socks get dirty : (

Put on shoes then

local-gargoyle:

we were all forced to read “classics” in school so reblog and put the one you actually ended up liking a lot and the one you can’t fucking stand in the tags

my fave is Lord of the Flies and I ironically enough want to burn every copy of Fahrenheit 451. trash

pizzaback:

meatswitch:

me trying not to act high when my dad is home

which one is which

reylosanctuary:

When you read a fic for smut and it turns out to be well written with a good plot. 

battlecrazed-axe-mage:

feels-like-75:

battlecrazed-axe-mage:

🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈

Reblog the gay d20 for good luck on all your LGBTInteractions™

This is probably my favorite thing anyone’s done to a post of mine and I’m proud of my little d20 for helping people crit their dreams

cloverfeels:

honestly some of y’all want a significant other so badly and can’t understand why you can’t find one, but have no sense of boundaries or healthy expectations of what a relationship is like. in a committed long-term partnership you get left on read, you wait for texts back, and you can forget about each other when you’re busy. sometimes you fall asleep without saying goodnight and sometimes you’re too caught up to text each other before 6pm. that’s how it is. thinking that you can’t be deeply, beautifully in love and still wait more than “1.75 hours” for a text back is such an unhealthy and unreasonable expectation of what love is, and you shouldn’t be in a relationship if you can’t allow the other person to exist on their own apart from you. if you’re projecting your anxieties and insecurities onto a partner who doesn’t even exist yet, then you aren’t ready for one.

incendavery:

every frickin night

booklovertwilight:

borkyno:

borkyno:

have i told you guys about the time that i classically conditioned my kindergarten class

I got like 4 anons asking about this so I guess I didn’t:

     omg. okay, so basically, I was a “gifted kid” which was code for fucken nerd ass bitch, so i would constantly just stare off into space during class while everyone else was tryna figure out what the fuck our teacher was tryna say. Anyway, I was learning about chemistry and biology outside of school(i know what a fucking nerd amirite ladies), and my dad got me a book that talked about all these famous psychological experiments.

    So chapter one was, would you have guessed it, Pavlov’s dog. I thought it my be fun to try something to that extent with my classmates. Now, keep in mind, being a nerdy ass brown kid in a school full of white ppl meant that I wasn’t exactly popular, and no one really talked to me in class or cared what I was doing.

   Everyday, at 9:45 am, our teacher would announce that it was snacktime, and everyone would fucking sprint to their cubbies to grab their lunchboxes like it was the goddamn hunger games. Kindergarten kids didn’t really have a concept of time, so i used this to my advantage. At 9:45 as my teacher would walk up to announce snacktime, I would knock on my desk really quickly three times. It was rly subtle, and I wasn’t sure that it would work.

   So after two or three weeks, I decided to have some fun. Thirty minutes after school began at like 8:30 or something, I tapped knocked on the desk. Half the class turned their heads and looked straight at the cubbies. 3 boys got up and were about to run to get their lunchbox. One girls stomach started growling REALLY loudly. The teacher had to take 5 minutes to get everyone to calm down and one kid started crying because he thought it was snacktime and he was so shocked and destroyed.

   Realizing that I had basically dog trained the whole class, I burst out laughing so hard I fell out of my chair and cut my head on the tile floor and got sent home early because I was laughing so hard they thought I had a concussion or something. When I explained what happened to my dad he left the room, but I could hear him losing it in the hallway. 

   So everytime now that I learn about classical conditioning in my Neuroscience classes, I have to fight to keep a straight face

This was wild from start to finish

tastefullyoffensive:

Rude. [video]