What The Actual Hell?! I'm Watching Season 6 Of Supernatural, The Episode Where They're Sent To Our Universe

I’m absolutely embarrassed that I never knew this before but…

The pen stand that most Wacom products come with?

It twists off and has a bunch of nibs in it. I’ve been buying extra nibs when they were in this stupid thing the whole time.

Just to clarify, this is Europanto, NOT Esperanto. Europanto was created in 1996 by a journalist for Europe specifically, Esperanto was created much earlier (1887) with the intention of being a universal/international language for the whole world to operate with.

I don’t even know. It’s from a book about languages my friend’s been reading. (it’s creepy that I can understand it …)

evil Will flirting with Mike

Here’s a wip version

I might actually make a coloured version of this lol

I’m not a writer so hopefully this comes off as flirty/menacing lolllllll

My asks are still open sooooo....

Well if this isn’t just the cutest

~Peter

"There are old poops who will say that you do not become a grown-up until you have somehow survived, as they have, some famous calamity -- the Great Depression, the Second World War, Vietnam, whatever. Storytellers are responsible for this destructive, not to say suicidal, myth. Again and again in stories, after some terrible mess, the character is able to say at last, 'Today I am a woman. Today I am a man. The end.' When I got home from the Second World War, my Uncle Dan clapped me on the back, and he said, 'You're a man now.' So I killed him. Not really, but I certainly felt like doing it. Dan, that was my bad uncle, who said a male can't be a man unless he'd gone to war. But I had a good uncle, my late Uncle Alex. He was my father's kid brother, a childless graduate of Harvard who was an honest life-insurance salesman in Indianapolis. He was well-read and wise. And his principal complaint about other human beings was that they so seldom noticed it when they were happy. So when we were drinking lemonade under an apple tree in the summer, say, and talking lazily about this and that, almost buzzing like honeybees, Uncle Alex would suddenly interrupt the agreeable blather to exclaim, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.' So I do the same now, and so do my kids and grandkids. And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.'"

— Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country (2005)

My writing when I was 5: The brown dog was friendly.

My writing when I was 14: The chestnut-colored Labrador, with streaks of gold in his soft, thick fur, was amenable to the concept of dolling out affection to his human counterparts.

My writing now: lol dog

Drax: I helped save Quill

Quill: No you didn't help save me, we have already established this.

Drax: When did we establish this?

Quill: Like three seconds ago!

Drax: Well I wasn't listening, I was thinking of something else.

am i late for this meme or

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