#pre-sleep

[sailorcake]

Me: *filters the shit out of photo* Also Me: I'm so naturally gorgeous.

[thatsridicarus]

woah god what if The Strokes play Hetalia characters, like, Julian would be Spain, Nikolai would be France & Albert would be England, & little Fabrizio would be Brazil (though Brazil isn't really mentioned much in the anime). idk who Nick should be, still.

Nick: yo Nikolai lets trade, i'll be France n dye my hair blonde & you be Russia instead. Nikolai: idk bro you is tall n I'm French af

*sigh* it’s like them being Avengers all over again

[thatsridicarus]

Pre-sleep thought about FOB n their Folie a Deux characters - 25-12-2014

Name: Andy Hurley Character: Donnie the Catcher Judging by his face Andy sorta looks like a Donnie... a Don... or. a Donald. i kinda felt like if he wasnt named Andrew he would be named Don instead

Name: Joe Trohman Character: Mr Horseshoe Crab A name that sounds close to Horseshoe is probably Herschel/Hirschel. weirdly Joe doesnt look like a Herschel at all. to me if he wasnt a Joseph, he would be closer to a Trevor than a Herschel.

Name: Patrick Stump Character: Dr Benzedrine Benzedrine kinda sounds close to either of the main Bens, Benedict or Benjamin. I felt lime if Patrick poses in some ways, he'd look like a Benedict, but in other ways, he would look like a Benjamin.

Name: Pete Wentz Character: The Sandman Thinking up of a name close to Sandman idk why Sanderson popped up, n Pete kinda does look a little bit like a Sanderson. and then Sandro comes up. nope, Pete doesnt look like a Sandro at all.

if you got different opinions feel free to tell me.

[thatsridicarus]

Pre-sleep thought about The Strokes being stranded in a desert pt1

Why the F did I write this. I'm barely even in the fandom cuz I only knew some of the songs, not their personalities sajkfhsdkjfhdsk but I was high. I was sleepy and stupid-high. Oh well.

First, the bit with Julian Casablancas waking up. He realized he was surrounded by sand n couldn't find his bandmates n instruments everywhere after performing a gig somewhere. Suddenly he was just in the desert separated from everyone else. Hungover, he yelled the other 4's names like a madman.

He found Fabrizio Moretti lying unconscious. "FAB!" he yelled & ran towards the drummer, shaking him up & after a few attempts he hockspat on his face, waking him up. "Oh man Fab im glad I found you" he said. "Oh man Jules is that you? Where are we anyway? Why do you smell like piss? Why do i smell like piss?" asked Fabrizio n Julian said "yeah man we're in some sort of desert idk how dafuq did we got here maybe we were drunk". Fabrizio said "scratch maybe, we're DEFINITEly drunk". After a few seconds he realized he didnt have his beloved drum set with him & suddenly screamed "AAAAAH MY DRUMS... MY DRUMSTICKS... ALL GOOOONE BUUHUU" sobbing on the sand. Julian shook his head n grabbed the drummer by the butt & dragged him across the sand "cmon Fab let's go, crying wont find ur drums... but it might find the others tho."

Both of them walked around n screamed n yelled like hungover madmen, & eventually found Albert Hammond Jr with his head buried in sand due to sand dunes forming. "DUDE WE GOTTA SAVE THAT GUY" yelled Fabrizio & they pulled him out. They realized it was Albert & he was oxygen-deprived n fatigued. "Dude... we should do CPR" sighed Julian "you go first". "No way my mouth is touching his mouth" said Fabrizio squirming It seemed like the two had no other choice but to anticipate & take turns blowing into Albert's mouth... luckily he jolted up, coughing up sand and gasping for air just as they were about to actually do it. What a relief.

When the rhythmic guitarist regained consciousness, he's like "ngggh am I dreaming or are you really Jules n Fab & not aliens impersonating them?" n Fabrizio was like "nah bro it is us" as both him n Julian lifted Albert by the armpits, since he was fatigued due to oxygen deprivation. Albert was like "wheres my guitar tho" n hearing this, Fabrizio remembered he's still frantic abt losing his instruments n panicked, digging everywhere with his arms searching for his drumsticks. Albert was like "calm down ur not d only one looking for lost instruments" then Julian was like "at least i got this" n shows 'em his mic stand. Both Albert n Fabrizio were like "DAFUQ DUDE you had that thing this whole time?" & Julian was like "yeah n since Albert is here..." he then throws d mic stand over Albert like he drunkenly used to in music videos. Lel.

Hours later they were searching again using the mic stand as a walking stick cuz albert is still fatigue. they found Nick Valensi topless in an oasis. An actual oasis. They couldn't believe their eyes n they crazily drunk d water, yelling "OH MAI FAHKING GAHD ACTUAL WATER GULP GULP GLUG BURP" n laughing like mofos, before coming to their senses and tried waking the unconscious lead guitarist up. Julian walked over n lightly slapped Nick's cheeks n Fabrizio splashed water on his face, both chanting "Nick Nick Nick Nick Nick" with deadpan faces, but he still didn't wake up. Suddenly Albert crawled over n with Julian's mic stand he whacked Nick's head with his remaining strength. The other two were like "WTF ALBERT" n he's like "I dunno why the fuq did i do that, he was unconscious n your efforts r useless as sht". Fabrizio said "well maybe he was just sleeping n now hes knocked unconscious because of you! >:(" As the 3 bickered they lifted him outta the oasis n realized he's not juz topless, but BUCK NAKED. His dick was dangling just a few inches away from their noses. "Well at least we still have our clothes", Julian said with relief "BUT MY DRUMS THO T~T" Fabrizio began again in an almost-crying voice & eventually got SHUSHed by the guitarist & leadsinger. They still need to find Nikolai Fraiture, n lo and behold, a few moments later they found him... STUCK TO A CACTUS. HES UPSIDE DOWN N BLEEDING. "GASP NIKOLAI NUUU" they screamed, cuz so far he was in the worst shape ever since the band mysteriously got transported in this hell of a desert. Leaving Nick out cuz he's still out cold (and naked), the three tried tugging the bassist from the cactus but he won't budge. "Great, who told him to have sex with a cactus?" asked Fabrizio. Julian replied with "you said it yourself we're definitely drunk. ANYONE OF US could have had sex with a cactus!" "Maybe the cactus still has feelings for him," added Albert, "or maybe it doesnt know how one night stands work". They tried tugging him off for 13 minutes until they got pricked by cactus needles themselves. Nikolai eventually regained consciousness... upon realizing his butt n limbs were pricked with cactus needles, he screamed bloody murder and miraculously sprung himself away from the cactus. Thankfully he didnt lose a lot of blood tho. "Aw dude," he moaned "did I just bang a cactus?" The other three reacted in an awkward mixture of shrugging, nodding & facepalming. The bassist followed & facepalmed himself.

[to be continued]

[thatsridicarus]

My dear madam, your self-esteem might be low but you've got a squabble of friends beside you who occasionally make you feel special and worth being in their lives. Our other dear friend here also has a similar case of low self-esteem but who does she have? Nobody. Nothing but a bunch of nit-picking nose-picking traitors whom push her away at her lowest point, which drove her to delusions of kicking the bucket and thinking her life is worthless. They've completely stripped her out of the only trust she had left. This, together with her psychopathic tendencies must've been what drove her to build killing contraptions near those sushi restaurants. Now if you'll excuse me I have personal business to attend to, as in personal hygiene… as in wiping my derrière until it glows as bright as my face. I wasn't called Arseface for no reason.

a pre-sleep thought on 30 January 2015 (and I dont know why it comes with a British gentleman's voice)

[henryjian]

A frequent occurance! It pays to write it down!

[thatsridicarus]

Rucksack

My name is Rucksack I have a rucksack It tastes like rucksack You smell like rucksack The colour rucksack Looks just like Rucksack Rucksack plus rucksack Equals two times rucksack A little rucksack To hold that rucksack And hold this rucksack With that one rucksack We're drinking rucksack Listening to Rucksack Playing the rucksack While smoking rucksack Camping in rucksacks The night was rucksack We had to rucksack home So we rode on said rucksacks Flying rucksacks Because we're rucksacks On flying rucksacks Heading for rucksacks

[thatsridicarus]

How the hell is "muslim extremists" a thing when Islam says moderation is a virtue & we're not allowed to be extreme?