1. I can’t seem to stay not sick. Bahh.

  2. Thought I’d look up some kids from kindergarten on facebook and I will report it is terrifying.

  3. I think I’ve finished a short story for class that I’ve been working on for about a month. Good feeling~

  4. Anonymous said: Hello, I saw you are a writer and a fan of #psat. I was wondering if you could write me a fic about my OTP, Garcia Lopez de Cardenas x the Man from Boston

    apathetic-author:

    holy shit I WILL DO IT. 

    Garcia Lopez de Cardenas stared at the canyon. His clothing was torn by his long trek, yet the sight was so beautiful that all his fatigue seemed to fade away. The raw passion he felt from viewing the virgin sight was astounding. He collapsed onto the sandy outlook and watched the sun glisten on the Grand Canyon, the hues of the rock waltzing with the dying sunset.

    If only… if only there was someone to waltz with him. Someone to see this gorgeous sight with him. Suddenly, the bushes behind him began to tremble.

    Who could possibly be here? Mr. Cardenas thought to himself. A figure emerged from the bush; a strange man wearing bizarre clothes.

    "Ah left ma cahkeys in Bahstan Yahd," the man said.

    "Pardon?" Mr. Cardenas responded. "Who are you?"

    Mr. Cardenas stepped backwards, then remembered that there was a giant cliff behind him. Alas, it was too late—his foot slipped off the edge. He screamed as he felt himself falling. He grasped at air for something, anything to hold on to. Then a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around his waist.

    "I got yah," Man from Boston whispered, his voice thicker than the globs of blood that spilled on the ground during the Boston Massacre.

    "Senpai—I mean, Man from Boston, you saved me," Mr. Cardenas gasped, blushing slightly. In the pale moonlight Man from Boston’s pasty skin made him look like an overweight angel. His fanny pack was perched seductively on his hips, and a smidgen of sunscreen was smeared on his nose.

    (Normal people would see the cuteness of Man from Boston, but they wouldn’t see the cuteness of Man from Boston in the way Garcia Lopez de Cardenas did.)

    "Whatya wearin’?" Man from Boston said, lightly placing Mr. Cardenas on the ground. "Ya look like yah from September 1540."

    "What am I wearing?" Mr. Cardenas replied, his cheeks warming. "Is this.. phone sex?”

    The words left his mouth without warning. Mr. Cardenas didn’t even know what a phone was—he didn’t know what any of this was—but it was love. It was wild and crazy and dammit, he was Garcia Lopez de Cardenas and he was madly in love.

    "If yah want it to be," The Man from Boston purred.

    "This canyon isn’t the only thing that’s wide," Mr. Cardenas said.

    "Those rocks ain’t da only thing dat’s hard," Man from Boston said.

    Fuck the stupid canyon. Mr. Cardenas was an explorer… and he was ready to discover some new things. ;)

    THE END

    You all are the best marketing the PSAT is ever going to get.

  1. yeffyaboyuice:

    sporfparty:

    dont let this die please

    Please

    (via systememotions)

  2. sorenzoprops:

    'The Rust Bucket'

    Daft Punk Halloween Zombie-fied Helmet

    Could be yours!! (Ebay Auction)

    www.sorenzoprops.com


    (via systememotions)

  3. All caught up with inktober. Not sure what happened with the last one. The first is the sun exploding. Looks really absurd and surreal in the animated simulations.

  4. Playing with colors inks. Nice transparency.
Song I was listening to.

    Playing with colors inks. Nice transparency.
    Song I was listening to.

  5. Someone in my dorm died a few days ago and there’s a spot on the ground where maybe it happened. There were flowers, but they took them away today. Now there’s this piece of ground left that’s  empty and wrong.

    Someone in my dorm died a few days ago and there’s a spot on the ground where maybe it happened. There were flowers, but they took them away today. Now there’s this piece of ground left that’s empty and wrong.

  6. haedia:

thewolfofnibu:

stahscre4m:

there are guys in my dorm who decided to play cards in the elevator

see what intrigues me about college isn’t the intellectual pursuit or the bonding or whatever, its the fact that people have the freedom to do random shit like this

Okay, everybody, I have a story about random shit in college. When I was in college, there was a particular class I took where, no matter what time you walked into class, if you made it into the room before the professor, you wouldn’t be counted late. I mean, that’s a pretty cool policy, given how some professors are really obnoxious about attendance. 
Well, one time, a fellow student of mine was running late to class. As she reached the edge of the building, she saw her professor making it to the front steps (super long rectangular building here). He looks up from walking and he sees her. He then points to his watch, gives her a well-meaning “Look who’s late” face, and walks on inside.
What he didn’t know, though, was that this particular student was like freakishly good at bouldering and related climbing skills, so she was just like “Fuck it” and SCALED THE BUILDING!
She tapped on the window of the 4th floor classroom (the floors had like 20ft ceilings, so, she was quite a ways up there), nearly making one student piss himself. They opened the window, she rolled through, onto the floor, and slid into her seat about five seconds before the professor opened the door to the classroom. 
He did a double take, started to say “How the hell d—” when a security guard ran in, red-faced and panting, pointed at her and bellowed “STOP DOING THAT!”

    haedia:

    thewolfofnibu:

    stahscre4m:

    there are guys in my dorm who decided to play cards in the elevator

    see what intrigues me about college isn’t the intellectual pursuit or the bonding or whatever, its the fact that people have the freedom to do random shit like this

    Okay, everybody, I have a story about random shit in college. When I was in college, there was a particular class I took where, no matter what time you walked into class, if you made it into the room before the professor, you wouldn’t be counted late. I mean, that’s a pretty cool policy, given how some professors are really obnoxious about attendance. 

    Well, one time, a fellow student of mine was running late to class. As she reached the edge of the building, she saw her professor making it to the front steps (super long rectangular building here). He looks up from walking and he sees her. He then points to his watch, gives her a well-meaning “Look who’s late” face, and walks on inside.

    What he didn’t know, though, was that this particular student was like freakishly good at bouldering and related climbing skills, so she was just like “Fuck it” and SCALED THE BUILDING!

    She tapped on the window of the 4th floor classroom (the floors had like 20ft ceilings, so, she was quite a ways up there), nearly making one student piss himself. They opened the window, she rolled through, onto the floor, and slid into her seat about five seconds before the professor opened the door to the classroom. 

    He did a double take, started to say “How the hell d—” when a security guard ran in, red-faced and panting, pointed at her and bellowed “STOP DOING THAT!”

    (Source: spoopscre4m, via pyrophyllus)