rach-maninov said: Frankenstein's Monster & Mothra
Frankenstein’s monster: when you fall apart, what pulls you back together?
Sometimes it’s just some alone time, having a drink and watching some movie, or it’s cuddling with someone I care about.
Mothra: what is something dangerous that attracts or fascinates you?
Oh gosh. I’m attracted to danger in general. Guns, knives, explosives, air and space travel. Really confident, unpredictable, and attractive people. Constriction and bondage.
everyone’s trying to stump the akinator so i’m gonna try and see if he’ll know that i’m thinking of the little symbol on the front of his turban
come on it hasn’t even been 10 fucking seconds
GOD DAMN IT
i fucking hate this stupid piece of shit genie fuck him i hate him so fucking much
A GUY AT MY SCHOOL IS LITERALLY PUTTING UP POSTERS ADVERTISING THE SKELETON WAR AROUND THE SCHOOL TUMBLR HAS OFFICIALLY MADE ITS WAY INTO MY EDUCATION
I was at a horse race yesterday when some kid lost his balloon…
Warning Signs of Satanic Behavior. Training video for police, 1990
Man fighting bear dime novel cover, Beadle’s Frontier Series No. 11, 1908, Davy Crockett’s Boy Hunter by Edward Willett (1830-1899). (Inside title is David Crockett…) Digest-size novel. Willett also wrote a biography of Lt. Gen. Ulyysses S. Grant in 1865 (Beadle’s Dime Biographical Library No. 15). Almost all the books in this series reprinted Munro’s Ten Cent Novels.
the double pistol knife in yr face! I would be as surprised as this bear
People in my office always use the handicap-access buttons to open doors, which perplexes me to no end. These are able-bodied people we are talking about, here—perfectly capable of reaching out and pulling a door handle, but instead willingly choosing to just STAND there and wait like, 20 solid seconds for the door to creak slowly open. It’s a curious, kind of robotic habit. And I mean robotic not in the unthinking, automatic sense but rather in the sense that they literally look like robots while standing there waiting.
Then, they inevitably get impatient, because it takes fucking forever (yet another disservice we do to actual people with disabilities—why can’t we give them grocery store speed, at least?) and they end up slipping through as soon as it becomes ajar enough to permit a quick, Indiana Jones-like pass over the threshold.
I could ALMOST see a justification for it in this current season of germ-avoidance (not Ebola, just regular flu shit—there’s a guy near me who has been coughing all day and it sounds like a metal garbage can rolling down a hill) but really, not even then. Just open the door! Reach out and touch faith!
superman’s instagram is full of inspiring quotes, pictures of the sunrise, out of focus shots taken with fans (tagged carefully with each persons name), drawings that small children have sent to him with thank you tags attached and artistic shots of apple pies purchased at small town diners
In Dungeons and Dragons you can do anything.
oh my god can’t handle how adorable this is