My Physics Professor Just Told The Class The Wildest Story From When He Was In Grad School About Building

"The Stoppables"

sometimes i genuinely worry about the people who didnt find bandom until a couple of years ago?? like are you finding all the content you need to see?? have you seen gerard way pop out of a birthday cake on mtv?? did you see fall out boys wind power commercial??? did you see andy throw water over an interviewer??? did you see that episode of mtv cribs where halfway through patrick just rocks up with petes mum carrying all her groceries?? are you getting everything you need?? let me guide you

sometimes plushies make me cry because it’s like. they’re little guys made to be loved. their only purpose is to be held and hugged and loved. we made them because we love making things and we love loving things. and they’re so cute

A fun fact about me is that I'm actually a licensed priest. A few years back I got one of those online-ordinations from one of those hippy-dippy everything-is-god-if-you-think-about-it sects, I got licensed to marry people to each other. And I was super fuckin' bummed when it turned out that they charged like 50 bucks to actually mail out legally actionable documentation of the accreditation, because if it had been any cheaper I'd have been fucking unstoppable with that power. I was just going to walk down the street all day marrying random assholes to each other. Pointing at random strangers on the bus and creating an indelible marital link between them with the power vested in me by the everything-that's-actually-god-if-you-think-about-it. Shutting down arguments with my friend groups by threatening to marry the ones with the least chemistry to each other. I was gonna overtake infidelity as the leading cause of divorce in America. Every courthouse clerk in America was gonna want my head on a stick. Alas, I'm a cheapskate

shout out to ace and aro kids who are constantly bombarded with the opinion that sex and romantic love are directly connected to living a happy life.

Now I’m desperately searching around the house trying to find the Virgil pen...

My grandma gave me a pen she got in the mail from one of those junk mail companies, the ones that send you random stuff if you buy something from them like, once- She gave it to me like a month ago, and it’s really pretty! But you see, thing is, it’s light blue with silver bands on it- Nothing particular about that right? Right!

But, you see, due to a brilliant, lovely thing called association, my brain absolutely refuses to refer to it as anything other than ‘The Patton Pen’- Because it’s blue and silver- And I just, like I didn’t even mean to name it, it just happened, it has had it’s name for a good month now, and I kinda laugh anytime I use it-

So yeah, there really isn’t any story here, I know it seemed like I was leading up to something, but I just wanted to share the fact that I have unintentionally named a pen after Patton-

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when all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. when all you have is a paintbrush, everything looks like a canvas. when all you have is a cock, everything looks like the exhaust pipe of a 2014 honda civic. so yes, to answer your question, i am stuck. please call the emergency services

The Studio Wall by Adolph von Menzel (1872)