Tag: Queue87

calvin-reads-problem-sleuth:

radioactivesupersonic:

Something I think is interesting is if you consider Warp Tour through The Return from Peridot’s perspective, it’s a little bit like…

Imagine you’re working in a good-sized office building. It has a basement, but it’s always locked and you’ve never been there. One day your boss hands you the keys, tells you there’s a fax machine down there, and asks you to go see if it’s working.

You head into the basement, and it’s really creepy down there. There’s weird graffiti on the walls and like… mysterious arrangements of paperclips that you have no idea who put them there or why. But you are here, you have a job to do, you are good at your job, you are finding that fax machine.

And then suddenly a bunch of people you have never seen before jump out of nowhere, strike poses, rattle off some kind of motto and start attacking you. 

You book it back up the stairs and lock the door behind you, because, holy crap, there are people living in the basement, why did no one tell you about this. And naturally the first thing you do is blab to Security and by Security I mean that one ex-Navy Seal with all the tattoos who’s built like she wrestles grizzly bears in her spare time and somehow ended up on security detail in an office building right here at this point in your life when ordinary security will not suffice, because sometimes the corporate gods are merciful. 

And not only does she believe you, but she just sorta looks you over and goes “oh, yeah, those guys. I know who those guys are. Let’s go, I’ve got some unfinished business with them.”

And then to make situations way weirder there’s some other person who shows up around this time who has apparently been held hostage by the basement people for longer than you’ve been working here and she’s deeply alarmed by the phone system and she comes along even though she really doesn’t want to because you have Security on your side and Security probably benches I-beams, and you are totally confident you are going to kick these basement-lurking weirdos’ butts. 

And then the whole situation goes rapidly downhill and then before you know it you’ve been indoctrinated into the basement cult.

I think I’ve reblogged this before, but it’s worth reblogging again. 

mia7437:

creamchis:

jerryterry:

scotchtapeofficial:

jerryterry:

neopoints:

me n the girls walkin into target headed straight to the clearance bread rack

jerrod how long did it take you to photoshop all that bread

Did it the lazy easy way: 

It may be less than stellar, but I have a strict personal rule: “don’t put longer than 30 minutes’ effort into a fetish joke”. The second you hit 30:01, the exposure becomes lethal and the fetish becomes unironic.

FETISH?????????

god i wish i were you

kingloptr:

thorduna:

I love how antis use “gross” as though it’s an objectively damning description. You know what I think is gross? Celery. Am I stopping anyone from eating it? No. I’m an adult who won’t buy it or order food with it and if I accidentally eat any, I move past it because I’m not a temper tantrum throwing toddler.

I wanted to add to this example because of some recent assholes i saw.

Antis seem to think: I hate celery. Celery is bad. So if you eat celery you must think celery is good. But there’s is no way to make celery good. 

But they don’t consider that people can take some gross raw celery even when they themselves hate it too, and cook it up into a meal. And in that way, yes, they then like celery. But that person hates raw celery if it’s just by itself too. The raw celery is ‘reality’. The meal is ‘fiction’.  

This is why it’s stupid as hell for an anti to say ‘if you ship an abusive ship you support abuse in real life’. They’re just literally over there assuming that the appeal is the abuse without ANY story or context or purpose or anything surrounding it. They don’t consider AT ALL why a person is looking for a certain thing in their fiction. Not the person’s life, their past, or the type of story that the person prefers to feature it. 

‘Fiction doesn’t exist in a vacuum!!’ they scream. While condemning everyone’s fiction as if it was in a vacuum.