brokenhornwrites:

Back in the day, this occupied a lot of my time. I picked it up again at a thrift shop. I also ‘borrowed’ Age of Empires 1 and 2 from my older brother.

AoM was my game and I blame it for getting me interested in mythology and stuff

brokenhornwrites:

Back in the day, this occupied a lot of my time. I picked it up again at a thrift shop. I also ‘borrowed’ Age of Empires 1 and 2 from my older brother.

AoM was my game and I blame it for getting me interested in mythology and stuff

genius-of-a-fake-suicide:

i-am-greg-lestrade:

mid0nz:

mid0nz:

moriarty:

cinnabutt:

wwankin:

hey doesn’t Sherlock have a best friend or something in this show?

John Wazowski







JOHN WAZOWSKI

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genius-of-a-fake-suicide:

i-am-greg-lestrade:

mid0nz:

mid0nz:

moriarty:

cinnabutt:

wwankin:

hey doesn’t Sherlock have a best friend or something in this show?

John Wazowski

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JOHN WAZOWSKI

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officialunitedstates:

bombing:

officialunitedstates:

I didn’t make this up for notes

source?

thanks!

officialunitedstates:

i made this up for notes

officialunitedstates:

i made this up for notes

officialunitedstates:

great thanks

officialunitedstates:

imagine if fast food places sold non-food items.  you could buy some socks at taco bell or a hunting rifle at mcdonalds

asker

Anonymous asked: will u tell me a story

officialunitedstates:

"You can’t just ride a bear," she said.  "It’s not built for transportation."

I looked at her cowardly face.  “That’s loser talk,” I said.

She was a bit offended but I didn’t care.  I was going to ride that grizzly bear and I was going to do it today.

"Give me the lasso out of the bag," I ordered.

"No… please, don’t do this."

"That’s loser talk," I said as I ripped the backpack out of her hands. 

The rope was thick and the lasso was heavy, but I had spent every waking hour of my life preparing for this day.  A heavy rope wasn’t going to stop me.

"What if it bites you?" she protested. 

But I wouldn’t listen.  This was my destiny; this was my fate.  I slowly approached the grizzly, rope in hand, my fingers ready to strike. 

I knew it could sense I was coming.  It turned, sniffed the air, and rose up on its hind legs.  He was towering, about a foot taller than me, and had thick brown fur shielding him from the cold.  I only had my $240 North Face jacket.

"Let’s go.  You and me.  It’s game time, you dumb bear," I taunted. 

He slowly turned to face me.  Our eyes met, and he had a twinkle in his eye that looked like a diamond.  It was kind of cute for a bear. 

I readied my lasso.  The time was right.  The wind was settled and the air was clear.  It was now or never. 

But I couldn’t do it.  It was something about the way he tilted his head and stared at me—a sort of innocence and fragility that I had scarcely seen before.  I just couldn’t bring myself to tame such a wild beast.

"I can’t do it…. I can’t fight you, bear," I shouted in tears.

"That’s loser talk," said the bear.

peppermonster:

a very real world reaction to the superhero concept

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