I Need A Professor Like That

I already love it so much

I posted Eerie Crests on Tapas!

Dallas Margolin, Malek Solh and Ponnilai Rajkhowa are best friends who live in a quiet little town called Blue Crests (Oregon)

The thing is, Dallas has been in love with Malek since. Forever. He’d kind of rather die than tell Malek anything. He’s too drowned in self loathing to notice that Malek’s kind, always of felt the same way. Dallas was crushed when Malek told him one day that he was planning to move away from Oregon to California to go to college.

Malek, wanted to tell Dallas how he felt, so he took Dallas and Poppy camping inside a decommissioned National Park that was rumord to be haunted.. But things don’t go smoothly. They ended up fighting. Dallas ends up trying to guilt trip Malek into not going to college in another state. Malek storms away. He never comes back.

The local police department’s official statement is that, a few weeks after reporting Malek missing, they found a body that fits Malek’s description accurately, and just like that, Blue Crests’ missing boy is case closed.

Dallas has always had a “fuck the police” attitude. He’s known to cause trouble throughout the town. “Seeing Things”, trespassing, and a lot more. He’s also very mentally ill, trying to find his missing best friend is beyond him, the only person who believes him when he says “Malek isn’t dead, the body isn’t his” is their best friend, and Dallas’ only remaining friend, Poppy.

Dallas insists Malek is still in the forest, and there is something that lurks in the quiet town of Blue Crests. What is it?

read @eeriecrests To find out. you can either read it at the main blog, or 

read it over at  @ TAPAS 

I have chased after kids who don’t believe that I am Obi-Wan Kenobi.

LOOK AT HER EYES LOOK HOW HAPPY SHE LOOKS L O O K

The Skywalker Men

someone else: oh, you speak spanish? say something in spanish!

me: Según todas las leyes de aviación, una abeja no debería tener la capacidad de volar.

me: Sus alas son demasiado pequeñas para levantar su regordete cuerpo del suelo.

me: La abeja, sin embargo, aún así vuela.

me: Porque a las abejas no les importa lo que es imposible para los humanos.

I didn't know how much I need this in my life until now

so i worked out how to make GLADoS’s voice and

yeah

I met human Wheatley at the beach today. He was this seventeen-year-old looking kid (probably Hispanic, too) that sat about two feet away from the surf and tried to build a wall of sand (??) with his bare hands. Every time it was knocked over, he looked genuinely sad. When I told him he might want to move, he replied, in a distinct Bristol accent, to "mind your own business, ya fuck". About five minutes later, high tide rolled around and he got swept away, screaming profanities at the sky.

wheatley kin

if youre seeing this on your dash, you have been visited by the Summer of Motivation. reblog and you will feel motivated to accomplish what you need to accomplish

this just happened on my dash… 

it happend again

Happy Halloween!