August 2012
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friend: what do you even do on tumblr?
me: stuff
friend: what, like reblog pics and that's it?
me: you don't understand.
FACT {Bones}
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english teacher: never kill off your main character it shows poor writing skills
Steven Moffat:
Joss Whedon:
Eric Kripke:
Mark Gatiss:
Russell T Davies:
J.K. Rowling:
shakespeare: excuse you
{Voodoo}
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Person: I'm not sure what to do, any advice?
HP fandom: Eat some chocolate, it'll help
THG fandom: Stay alive
Sherlock fandom: Not my division
Doctor Who fandom: Don't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead.
Supernatural fandom: Salt! Lots of salt!
Glee fandom: COURAGE
Percy Jackson Fandom: THIS IS A PEN
Avengers Fandom: ASSEMBLE.
I'm going to stick with chocolate and not blinking. {Bones}
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On Hipsters & Cannibals
Bones: Wanna hear something awesome? We have a HIPSTER in the office! He’s interviewing with ****. Skinny jeans, snow boots, chunky hand-knit scarf, t-shirt and about a gallon of cologne. Sweet guy, though. He thinks the vintage photos of angry tree-scarf knitting is brilliant. He said no one will probably understand it, though. No one’s ever even heard of it. I figure that’s a good sign.
Voodoo: LOL I believed you until the vintage photos thing.
Seriously, though? You got a hipster? Buddy Holly glasses?
If no one’s ever heard of it, we’re home free. Unless even that’s too mainstream these days.
Bones: OH NO! I hadn’t even thought about not being mainstream maybe being too mainstream…. So what is not mainstream enough?
No glasses, but totally Hipster. I bet he has lens-less Buddy Holly glasses at home. Seriously. In my office. How often do you actually see them out of their natural environment?
Voodoo: LOL, that’s Williamsburg, right? Well, more locally, campus/Short North. People are always saying “eat locally.” Maybe you should eat him. Then you could call yourself a locavore and a philanthropist.
Yeah, I’m sorry. I’m really tired.
Bones: That… That was maybe the best thing ever. I feel like that ought to be published. Can you write the rest of that book?
He’s kind of skinny, though. Maybe he’d work for an amuse-bouche.
{Voodoo}
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americanonline:
americanonline:
look at how frickin content this snail is with his little stick
i think we all need to calm down and look at this snail again
{Bones}
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On Too Many Files to Enter and Weird Dreams
More from Bones' & Voodoo's work email convos.
Voodoo: I feel awful for you! Is there still a file fort built all around you? If so, I think you should at least do what you can to make it bearable. Make the files into several large stacks, drape a sheet over them to make a fort, make some cute bunting to hang in there, play some music, throw some pillows around, etc. You’ve got to make this work for you! Make it delightful!
So, my dream was weird too. I was in charge of looking after a bunch of people (who were elsewhere, which is my favorite kind) and I was in bed, finally getting some sleep (and this whole thing took place in a lumberyard. Jesus, I don’t know.) and someone came by to wake me up and ask where the people were. It was Paul McCartney. He was good-naturedly giving me a hard time about where the people I was looking after were and wanted to see the paperwork on them, so I handed him a folder. In it was a Paul McCartney concert ticket stub and he pulled it out and teased me about loving him so much I kept my ticket stubs forever. Then we set off around the lumberyard to look for these people.
All I ate last night before bed was yogurt and granola, I didn’t listen to any Beatles/Wings, etc. last night, and I’ve never been to a McCartney concert. I do love the man, but I don’t know what that was about.
Bones: I LOVE the idea of a file fort. I regret to inform you that I will be unavailable to assist you with your requests for the next two hours. It is fort time. Kbai.
Wow. That is one crazy dream! I like how you try to justify how totally unrelated to anything the dream was by saying “All I ate before bed last night was yogurt and granola.” Was it all-natural granola? Because I can totally see a connection between The Beatles and your hippie food. Quote of the day, “I do love the man, but I don’t know what that was about.”
{Voodoo}
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Mars is filled with water
people: cool at least we know somewhere to get more water when we run out
whovians: don't go near that shit
I love whoever came up with this. {Bones}
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Plot Twist: We all lose our social anxiety and order our pizza's through the phone without hesitation and nervousness, we successfully greet everyone at family gatherings without jumbling up words and asking "how are you" twice, and we lose the habit of practicing to say our orders before saying it to the waitress.
{Voodoo}
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Things I Say While Driving
Me: What the fuck are you doing. What. The fuck. Are you doing.
Me: NICE BLINKER ASSHOLE.
Me: Why the FUCK are we not even going to speed limit. Why.
Me: I AM GOING TEN MILES PER HOUR OVER THE SPEED LIMIT WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT
Me: Shit is that a cop? No.
Me: Shit THAT is a cop.
Yep. All that's missing is, "FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S HOLY." {Bones}
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