Doing it for the Lulz

Anonymous asked: MAGIC QUESTION BALL?? YOU AIN'T GOT NO BALLS.

Fears

I found this article at around 2:30-something this morning. Not only did it creep me out(very hard to do), but it’s also interesting to think about(and if you don’t know who the examples are, then do google them):

Many classic horror icons such as Geger’s xenomorphs, Silent Hill’s Pyramid Head, and other disturbing creatures, share similar characteristics. Pale skin, dark, sunken eyes, elongated faces, sharp teeth, and the like. These images inspire horror and revulsion in many, and with good reason. The characteristics shared by these faces are imprinted in the human mind.

Many things frighten humans instinctively. The fear is natural, and does not need to be reinforced in order to terrify. These fears are species-wide, stemming from dark times in the past when lightning could mean the burning of your tree home, thunder could be the approaching gallops of a stampede, predators could hide in the darkness, and heights could make poor footing lethal.

The question you have to ask yourself is this:

What happened, deep in the hidden eras before history began, that could effect the entire human race so evenly as to give the entire species a deep, instinctual, and lasting fear of pale beings with dark, sunken eyes, razor sharp teeth, and elongated faces?

 

The newest addition to my bucket list :D

The newest addition to my bucket list :D

Why? BECAUSE.

Why? BECAUSE.

Possibly the most Epic submarine battle ever recorded…from above…

Possibly the most Epic submarine battle ever recorded…from above…

So, uh…everyone ready for Rapture Saturday?LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL 

So, uh…everyone ready for Rapture Saturday?
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL 

Lemons

All right, I’ve been thinking. When life gives you lemons, don’t make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don’t want your damn lemons! What am I supposed to do with these?! Demand to see life’s manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I’m the man who’s gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I’m gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!


Portal 2, I love you. 

Speaking

The other day I hit the Explore button on the main Tumblr page for shits and giggles, put on my explorer’s cap, and went trekking around the internets. While I did find many featured pages, I came across several with just people posting, no responses or anything, just talking. And that got me thinking, who the heck is actually taking the time to read my posts? Who is honestly sitting there thinking “OH AWESOME, ANOTHER CAPTAINQWOP POST. OH SHEEEE-“. Ya. Even now, this post is a certifiable “What is this I don’t even” post because by posting things I am either talking to myself, or some unconscious portion of my mind believes that there’s some sort of captivated, enamored audience of my posts(grand total of 5 in case you haven’t been keeping count). WAIT. I just typed “YOU”. WHO is this directed towards is a legit question. WHO is YOU? You implies a singular separate person, therefore referring to an individual rather than ya’ll. Even on Facebook there is a discernable you or ya’ll; If I were to post something there it would be for the enjoyment of the X amount of people I’m friends with. Here, on Tumblr, I’m stating/posting/etc. into open cyberspace. Intamaresting. IT SEEMS I need to pull the ToK out once more and find out just what “YOU” entails.

And there’s that because it nearly blew my face off with bass this weekend.