You can only reblog this today.
Uptown funk you up.
(Headcanon America quotes Uptown Funk a lot- and everyone he knows is uptown fucking over it)
i dont have a favorite music genre. i just like songs that sound good. i have no specific taste,, if it slaps it slaps.
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
happy belated birthday, peter cullen
This is what sleep-deprivation induced psychosis feels like
characters who view themselves as tools/weapons first and people second... characters who martyr themselves for a cause because they think that's the only way they can be worth something... characters who push themselves past their breaking point again and again and again... characters for whom devotion and masochism are inseparable... characters whose self-sacrifice becomes self-annihilation...... what was my point again? i had a point. anyway.
*bangs on door* WHERE IS MY HOT CHOCOLATEY MILK SPIDER? I DEMAND TO SEE MY BABY AT LEAST ONCE THIS SEASON PLEASE YOU CANT LEAVE ME LIKE THIS
clowns don’t exist on cybertron