you know that one tumblr powerpoint someone made a few months ago about satiation slowly changing the way you perceive humor until at some point you transcend humor altogether and someday we as a society will find only magnified jpeg images of hank hill with the words WEED printed over it hilarious?
i feel like i understand that now. i feel like this is it, this photoset is the surreal, nonsensical apex we are collectively inching towards. it’s vague and incomprehensible and even kind of threatening, but it’s as inevitable as the heat death of the universe and all we can do is submit ourselves to it
Rose Tyler Appreciation Week
Day 6: The arc you loved the most:
Okay so I kinda cheated but I just love all of Rose’s arcs on Doctor Who so much that it was damn near impossible to pick just one. (I also just really like how this one conversation with Gwyneth managed to make references to Rose’s entire storyline)
who in the fucking world
we did it bro
a portal cake joke in 2014
jesus didn’t die for this
kelly sue celebrates passover the #teamhawkguy way
Hate to say it, but she’s no Kate Bishop.
Don’t you sass me, child.
I’m a 42 year old mother of 2. Yesterday, I *slept in* until 4:30am, got my babies up and fed, planned an Easter brunch menu, finished a batch of rewrites, worked all day writing more comics than you, managed to sneak in 30 minutes on the treadmill and a quick shower before grabbing my hilarious and brilliant husband, two amazing children and double-batch potluck dish and heading to a seder at the home of two of our best friends, where I *rocked* playing with my daughter and her new bow & arrow out on the porch.
Kate Bishop is great. I love Kate. But she’s a fiction, sweetheart, and she’s no fucking me.
Castle Street, 1953
A coca-cola truck on Castle Street, Edinburgh 1953