still one of my favorite bits i ever got to commit was pretending not to know who jesus is when a street preacher was evangelizing to me. he was like "do you know who jesus is?" and i had so much time before my next bus and i wanted to know what would happen so i said no. and you know what. he had clearly never been told no to that question before because if i hadn't actually known who jesus was, his baffled and fumbling attempt sure wouldn't have told me. literally reversed the roles. now you get to stand here feeling very uncomfortable and wishing you could be somewhere else because guess what buddy, this is my bus stop, im early (and can catch like five other buses from this exact stop), and im now thoroughly invested in hearing about this mysterious jesus figure. you're locked in here with me. im eating the key as we speak. i will kill us both before i let you out of here.
very highly recommend this bit if you can pull it off and if you have time to kill
A few more very silly thoughts on the Ford is convinced the twins are his and Bills kids (Links here and here)
Ford finding more and more evidence like him looking at the smile-dip Mable are and the ingredients and being like 'No human would survive this' and listening to her Mabel's guide to and like '...Yep...yep she's Bill's... oh god gotta make sure to watch her when she actually use her powers she could destroy the timeline'
Him watching Dipper's guide to the unexplained and like 'yeah my kid...I would have totally done this'
Him hearing the names Bill called them 'shooting star' and just internally screaming. Him looking at Dipper 'What did Bill call you?' 'Oh pine tree' and Ford like oh ok that's not to bad and then seeing Dipper's birthmark and the internal screaming starts again.
Also him finding out bout Mabel's karaoke contest and love of karaoke and just getting flashbacks.
Ford:Stanley...
Stan:What Sixer?
Ford:...I am calling in twin bond I am going to say something and you are not allowed to judge me
Stan:...
Stan:Oh my fucking god what did you do?
Ford:...I may have remembered something and the twins...might not have been created just out of magic and more inthetradiaionalsense
Stan:YOUFUCKEDTHETRIANGLE?!?
Hot girl tummy issue kicking my ass rn
Gorgeous gorgeous girls revert back to their favourite childhood media in times of trouble
Paying attention to the last days of summer like picking up pebbles on the beach. Each has its own nature, color, texture and weight.
seeing the 'mutual' icon change to 'following' feels like finding out ur getting a divorce through the morning newspaper
tumblr users love reading. you literally stopped for this post just because it has words in it
Bone spaghetti.
Hey anon what the FUCK does this mean? Never mind I don’t need an answer I’m already violently in love with you.
Something I’ve learned while being in constant pain is that I hate the feeling of anger. It doesn't feel righteous or good or strong, it feels sick and childish. in my mind i understand why i am angry, its a lot for anyone to go through, especially because i have no idea if ill ever be able to work or function normally again, but it still feels so weak and undeserving.
"Would Mulder and Scully solve [insert mystery from a non X-Files piece of media here]" is a deceptively complex question because there are two different answers depending on which version of the show our hypothetical episode is part of.
In the one version, Mulder and Scully wildly misunderstand the nature of the problem in diametrically opposite ways, and eventually succeed in removing the immediate threat in spite of having no idea what's going on, but do so in a way that traumatises everyone involved and ultimately reinforces the status quo, because law enforcement agencies are institutionally incapable of solving real problems even when their individual agents act with the best of intentions.
In the other version, Mulder pulls the correct solution out of his ass in the first five minutes, but can't prove it because the evidence keeps getting Phineas and Ferbed the moment before Scully walks into the room, and the problem is fixed forever by shooting a sewer man with a gun.
The trouble, of course, is that these are both describing the same show.
Hi! Y’all can call me Jules and I’m 18, I’m a little freak and will not be normal about anything ever, I also WILL BITE YOU (lovingly). I use she/her pronouns.
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