)(-EY
u there
i hear the moon singin a tune
he's tellin me ur a lil bitch

yo
the names )(er Imperious Condescension
you should just call me the condesce
just do it kiddo
M!A: [ not necessarily a M!A, but a Bulbasaur (wait, now a pony?) for a little while ]

the team yo
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(a SFW (as possible, I'm 14) Condesce RP blog!
I also do asks, just shoot me one like an askblog.)
3DS FC is 2320-6619-9029

moxiearien:

cresentmoon2000:

katiaobinger:

the true american experience is wondering if you just heard firecrackers or gunshots

PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS A JOKE

bonus points: both are illegal in your state and you still cannot tell

aimlessscribbles:

I’m not sure what I just witnessed, but I enjoyed it.

(Source: tastefullyoffensive)

july 3rd: lol america sucks
july 4th: USA! USA! USA!
july 5th: lol america sucks

ussawesome:

when you spell a word so wrong that spell check is like i dont know what to tell u man

the-girl-with-the-kaiju-tattoos:

asylum-art:

Richard ClarksonInteractive Light shaped like a Cumulus Cloud

This wonderful interactive audiovisual fixture by Richard Clarkson’s inter-disciplinary design studio brings all of the thunder but none of the rain of a summer storm to your home’s interior. The “Cloud” thunder storm lamp and speaker system looks like a rain cloud on a leash that can even interact with people and sounds around it.

This smart little creative lamp is replete with lights, motion sensors, microphones, and a powerful speaker system. A remote control allows user to set it to different modes, getting it to act like a simple thunder cloud, to respond to movements in its surroundings, or to respond to sounds or music that it hears around it. The poofy outer layer definitely completes the illusion that we’re looking at a cloud.

ALL HAIL THE GLOW CLOUD

tehrisa:

what do you mean it’s not that kind of free?

unclefather:

arthur look this where i keep my weed

(Source: outofcontextarthur)

Track: "holy shit"
Plays: 431,695 plays

sassy-spinneret:

enzeru:

weevs:

trinawolfy:

weevs:

READ THIS BEFORE PLAYING THE TRACK.
HORROR WARNING. THIS SHIT IS SCARY AS FUCK OKAY, I WOULDN’T LIE TO YOU.

I remember the first time I got Pokemon Red version like it was yesterday. It was Easter, I was five, and I was at my grandmother’s house. I was so excited about it. That moment was when Pokemon became part of my life — part of me. I played it through and through more times than I could count. When I was about twelve, however, my family moved and I couldn’t find my Red version when going through my labeled boxes. I was devastated and absolutely positive that I’d packed it. I questioned my parents over and over again who insisted numerous times that they didn’t throw it away.

Eventually, I moved on from my loss of Red version. I figured I would find it in a game store somewhere and, even though it wouldn’t be the same one, it would still be a good part of my past to relive.

Now to jump forward nine years.

Early this morning I was searching through some bins in my attic for an extra beach towel. And when I say early, I mean early. Like around 8am early. I wanted to lay out in the sun. Summer’s coming to an end and all, so I want to take advantage of what’s left.

Anyway, I spotted an old, cardboard box in the back of our attic. Naturally, I was pretty curious. I couldn’t remember it ever being there before, but it wasn’t as if I was a frequent up in the attic so, who knows? 

When I saw that the box was marked ‘Move - 2004’ I knew I had to rifle through it. Completely forgetting about my beach towel, I climbed down from the attic with this dusty cardboard box. I brought it back into my room and sat on my bed with it, just staring at it for a minute. It felt really surreal to me, even though I knew I was probably just going to find old photo albums or things my mom never used but didn’t want to throw out. 

I took a deep breath and opened it (almost at the age of 21 and still praying we overlooked where my original Red version was put). I felt my shoulders slump as I was met with exactly what I thought was in there; candles, a few photo frames without pictures, and other odds and ends. 

Wondering if my mom wanted to see any of this stuff, I began to take it out and brush it all off. When I was met with the bottom of the box, my breath stopped — or so it felt like it, anyway. There, sitting at the bottom, was Red version. 

I couldn’t believe it. My eyes watered. I was so overwhelmed with joy and nostalgia that crying over video game didn’t seem stupid in the moment. Quickly, I took it out, blew into the cartridge, and retrieved my Gameboy Color from my desk.

When I put it in and started it up, everything seemed perfectly normal. One of my old game files was even still there, my level 100 Charizard still leading the team. I couldn’t express how happy I was. 

Deciding to rid my game of the past, I went to start a new one. 

I sprawled myself out on my bed with my gameboy, completely throwing my plans to lay in the sun out the window. I started my game, named myself Red and my rival Green, picked Charmander, and I was ready to go. 

Hours later, after beating Brock, Misty, and Lt. Surge, I found myself about to enter Lavender Town. A chill went through me, remembering all the creepypastas I’d read about it and with the Black cartridge one and stuff. But I went forth! Red and I were gonna visit the Pokemon Tower and do what we had to do. 

I anticipated the music to change as my sprite walked into the town. I waited for that 8bit, eerie tune.

But nothing.

It was so silent.

I checked my Gameboy’s volume and it was up all the way. 

I had Red walk out of Lavender Town and back onto the route and the regular traveling music started up again. 

I quickly chalked it up to a glitch in the game. It was so old. Some other towns were probably going to act the same way. 

But when Red walked into the Pokemon Tower, I knew something was horribly wrong. The screen turned splotchy, distorted and I saw random ghost Pokemon sprites appear and disappear on my screen. 

I freaking fREAKED out and threw the gameboy to the opposite end of my bed. It had to be damage done within the 15, 16 years I’d owned the game. Hell, it was in a cardboard box for almost a decade. The game was probably just broken. 

I stared at my ceiling fan for a few minutes, deciding to just get up and walk away from the game. I’d get some cereal and maybe the screen would be back to normal when I came back. 

Just as I was about to leave my room, I heard a beep come from my gameboy. It was the kind where you’re pressing A while talking to someone, only, clearly, I wasn’t even touching it. 

I walked over and saw that a little dialogue box had popped up on my screen. The letters were so messed up, matching the distorted screen, but my heart stopped at what I could make out from it. 

“Don’t lose me again.”

………….

I DIDN’T THINK THINGS LIKE THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED OK I DIDN’T THINK POKEMON GAMES COULD ACTUALLY BE HAUNTED IRL I THOUGHT CREEPYPASTAS WERE JUST STORIES

AND IT FUCKIN BEEPED AGAIN AND SAID

“Don’t leave this tower.”

WHAT!!!!?!>!»!

omFG I still have the chills from this I can’t.

Being an asshole, though, I left the Pokemon Tower.

And this music fucking played and I’m not sleeping for a week. It’s like the Lavender Town music meets the Exorcism meets Satan, I kid you not. I took my iPhone and recorded what I could of it, so I’m sorry if the quality is kind of shitty.

I don’t know what to do with my game. I turned it off but the Red cartridge is on my desk with my gameboy. Should I throw it out?!? WHAT DO I DO SOMEONE HELP

Burn it.

Burn it and never think about it ever again. Wipe it from your memory, and trash the gameboy too, while you’re at it.

If you value your life more than anything you will DESTROY THAT FUCKING CARTRIDGE. 

whoa

did you listen to the audio though

I AM NOT BRAVE ENOUGH TO LISTEN TO IT.

I’m crying.
You have to listen to the audio

(Source: amakata)

i keep laughing at the fact handy the beaver got into a helicopter crash with a fucking whale
like why does a whale get taken by a helicopter
what was going on
was eridan going hardcore but then fucked up

moni158:

dean-bangs-cas-in-the-impala:

fozmeadows:

moni158:

Girl and her dragon growing up and growing old together and stuff. ( I picture dragons having very long lives so it would suck making human friends OTL ) It started as just the first pic but then I wanted to draw the dragon after it hatched and then it just continued from then on…

I am sure its by no means an original concept so I’m gonna add mine to the pile of mythical creature friendships  :)

I’m having a horrible artblock so I’m just finishing up doodles I did at work over 4-5 months ago or something OTL

I broke shell in your hands, as red as a poppy;

your love was a jewel,

your hair the first and only gold

I ever hoarded.

.

In winter, I grew to serpentine loops

in your warm arms;

you held me like coils of priceless silk

and told me our secret name

was trust.

.

later, we basked in the sun

by a sea so immesureably old

I forgot to notice that you, too, were ageing.

.

you taught me to fly with paper wings.

like a stringed kite, you were tethered

to an earth I only learned to leave

because your love bore me up

like a soaring thermal.

.

the first time your heart broke,

I held you close and wondered how it would feel,

when you broke mine.

.

years later, when your hair turned white as eggs. 

I carried you

as you once carried me, your bones as fragile

as the shell I’d long outgrown - 

.

and now you’re gone.

I cannot call you back.

I guard the earth that tethers you

and hope you’ll wait, my darling - 

only wait,

'till I am done.

Well fuck I didn’t need to start my morning with tears.

That poem *violent sobbing*