Unsorted Nonsense

Random blog of things I like, talk about, or daydream about. Postspam means I'm probably procrastinating. 😴 queen bee 🐝 🌸 i will maul your ass ❤️‍🔥

[trekkette]

I have a three page document in my notes app of Heated Rivalry/Game Changers universe fanfic ideas.

I either need therapy, a boyfriend or just time to fuckin write some of them

[rozanovy]

Yuna Hollander Gagged by Her Own Prediction HEATED RIVALRY (I'll Believe in Anything, 1.05)

[danceundersparklinglights]

i’m going to be really honest with you guys i think the tendency to read the absolute worst possible intentions into every action you don’t agree with is getting too automatic and it’s eating you from the inside out

[sea-parrot]

You wake up one morning, and feel something is off. Your pillow smells strangely sweet. You’re still groggy with sleep, and try to hug your pillow closer. A piece of it simply breaks in your hand. It is made of chocolate.

You try to pull the blanket off of yourself, and you realize that, it too, is made of chocolate. You try to shake it off, and step out of bed. Your carpet feels strangely spongy. You look down, only to realize it’s actually cake. Lovingly baked, and smelling of sweet fruit. You grab a piece, and cautiously take a bite. It is one of the most delicious cakes you have ever eaten.

You get up, confused, and exit your room to see if the rest of your house is like this. The door handle melts in your hand as you hold onto it, and covers it with dark chocolate carefully painted gold. The rest of the carpet on the floor is still cake, the guardrails on the stairs leading down are tempered chocolate, the tiles on the floor are the same, the windows are sugar glass, everything is edible.

You run outside, knocking over the lovingly crafted chocolate front door in a panic.

You realize, in horror, that your house was not an exception. The bushes, the grass, the asphalt on the road, the trees, birds, the world itself, is chocolate.

Somewhere, not too far away, stands a man. Amaury fucking Guichon.

[datasoong47]

[probuccalfat]

please don’t let heated rivalry make you think it’s okay to be a boston bruins fan

[hylianane]

functionally suicidal character saying “I would die for you” to their significant other and its like. I get the sentiment, honey, but if a hot dog vendor told me he’d sell hot dogs for me, I wouldn’t feel very moved now would I

[maseratus]

Now a functionally suicidal character saying “I will live for you”. Now that’s a dynamic I can sink my teeth into.

[mousidy]

now how about a functionally suicidal character saying "I will sell hot dogs for you"

[mousidy]

[bisthefairy]

Hotdog vender lays down their life to protect their suicidal partner, who then takes over the hotdog stand to carry on their memory...

[maightymai]

[cipheramnesia]

It's like talking to a 2010 Old Spice commercial with you people

[bold-baddie]

[citizen-naught]

Atheris hispida also known as the Hairy Bush Viper, or Rough-scaled Tree Viper. If you don’t think these guys are cute, you’re wrong

[thepredatorblog-deactivated2016]

it’s clearly a dragon

[jumpingjacktrash]

are you evolving feathers, cutie? is that what you’re working on there?

[beardedmrbean]

[pointless-letters]

One of the best letters I’ve ever seen just popped up on my Facebook memories. Still makes me laugh.

[pointless-letters]

As today is the 50th anniversary of the moon landing, it’s a great time to revisit Dinah from Devon’s memory of this historic event. And yes, still makes me laugh.

[pointless-letters]

Today is the 54th anniversary of the moon landing, but Dinah’s diary entry is still absolutely magnificent.

[pointless-letters]

57th anniversary of the moon landing and the best diary entry in the history of diary entries. Sit down Samuel Pepys, it’s over. UGH.

[frankenmouse]

It is so ridiculously easy to gain a reputation for being competent by just reading signs.

This is not metaphorical. I mean actual, literal pieces of paper/plastic/metal/whatever explicitly erected to inform the public.

“How did you know this was the right trail?” I read the sign.

“Wow, how did you know what that flower is?” There’s a SIGN.

“How did you know we needed to use the side door?” THERE IS A SIGN POSTED ON THE FRONT DOOR.

Just…why are we having such different experiences of the world? People can read. I KNOW they can read. There’s nothing wrong with their vision.

Just. READ. THE. GOD. DAMN. SIGN.

This also applies to:

Syllabi

Instructions

[walterdecourceys]

when are they going to make a tv show about two women fucking all the time. that is also sponsored by the canadian government

[hollanovtica]

[kittydealer]

u/HamedAliKhan

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

It’s funny, you can see the exact moment a kitten becomes a cat

[whichcouldmeanothing]

HEATED RIVALRY 1x03 "Hunter"

[hrsocials]

.forty-seven (with croutons)