Silly Southern Smilax
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I must draw Fanart now…
more like knowyourmeme or something
this is the best thing ive ever seen.
This…
This right here…
This is amazing.
(via blueferret)
Silent orc in Dark Brotherhood armour comes running at you, dual-wielding scimitars.
Just watched “Gotta Catch Ya Later.”
POKEMON, Y U JACK WITH MY FEELS.
‘Kay, now to go play with the rabbit.
Someone requested this….so..here…
(via blueferret)
The Avengers, the crew of the USS Enterprise, and my smuggler from SWTOR. I’m set. Bring it.The Ninth Doctor, Galen Marek, & Harry Potter. {Bad assery. Can I just stare at the Doctor or would that get me killed?}
Sherlock and John, Claude Rains (Heroes. Whatever, he’s the protagonist I chose, so what?), and Dr. Rosen (Alphas). I think I’m okay. lol.
The Avengers, That guy from Office Space, and Qui-Gon Jinn. I think I’m ok))
…Commander Shepard, Katniss, and Sheva Alomar.
Gillian Grayson, Commander Shepard, and the Ghostbusters. I think I’ll be okay.
((Dante Alighieri, Commander Shepard, and the Courier….thank god I have those last two. They can handle ghouls/zombies.))
((Shepard, Bayonetta and Spyro…
I ain’t that screwed. 8D))
Jesus, Chases-Elk, Ash Ketchum. I think I will live. :3
(Source: creaseintime)
Hey, guys. Go read Prequel.
It’s neat. And funny. And some of the animations are completely epic. And you even get to do some parts like a little video game. And I’m going to stop before I become a spoilerbot.
Uh, there are some mildly NSFW/questionable things, so do be careful who’s around while you’re giggling at your monitor (though I suspect many of you do this anyway.)
Enjoy.
Sometimes, I Don’t Feel Like A Person
Or a full person, I guess. Maybe I think I’m an experimental sub-species, a pseudo-human, a breed all my lonesome.
My life is one big catch twenty-two, and it’s only worsening the more I try to stabilize the madness. I’m socially awkward, and I can’t stop being socially awkward unless and go out and get more comfortable being sociable, which I can’t do because I’m terrified of socializing. I’m weak, and I can’t do things without being stronger, and I can’t get stronger unless I do things I have trouble doing because I’m weak. I need a job, but to get a job I need experience, but I can’t get experience because I need a job to get experience to get a job. The ways of the world hurt my head and my heart and the things that keep me held down from going completely nuts.
I’m angry and I don’t know why, and that serves only to make me angrier, as does the fact that I can do nothing to alleviate my anger or anything that shouldn’t affect my feelings only enrages me further. I can’t fricking type. I’m so sick of everything.
I don’t suppose it’ll pass, not really, because even though we always say it does it doesn’t. It just calms down, lets off a little steam, goes back t blissful, ignorant sleep and lets us forget about it until it comes bursting out our eyes and mouths again and everything hurts all over again until next we forget.
I feel as if I am on the verge of one of those philosophical enlightenment things. I have never cared for philosophy, nor the loves, lusts, and losses of society. My head hurts. I’m going to go lay on my face and see if anything stops hurting for a while.
Encounters with loved ones have, for some time now, felt cold and forced. I feel like I’m playing a video game, controlling a robot who does have a connection to these people I’ve known and cherished, but I don’t. Obviously I do, since the strangness of trying to connect with them upsets me, but I just don’t know. I don’t know.
And then came the day that I heard my brother say, “If he were a girl, I’d date him.”
