1. lividcappuccino:

i really love yogscast turnip

    lividcappuccino:

    i really love yogscast turnip

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  2. cherrybombkisses:

artdeko:

Poetry.

omg

    cherrybombkisses:

    artdeko:

    Poetry.

    omg

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  4. burritolover97:

    eyebrow game strong? more like eyeBAG game strong. i’m fucking exhausted. haha lol

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  6. patrickat:

t-rexan:

bigchiller:


You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that’s when you met me.
“What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”
“You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
“There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”
“Yup,” I said.
“I… I died?”
“Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”
“More or less,” I said.
“Are you god?” You asked.
“Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”
“My kids… my wife,” you said.
“What about them?”
“Will they be all right?”
“That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”
“Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”
“Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”
“Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”
“All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”
You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”
“So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”
“Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.
“You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”
“How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”
“Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”
“Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”
“Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”
“Where you come from?” You said.
“Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”
“Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”
“Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”
“So what’s the point of it all?”
“Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”
“Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”
“You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”
“No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”
“Just me? What about everyone else?”
“There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”
You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”
“All you. Different incarnations of you.”
“Wait. I’m everyone!?”
“Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
“I’m every human being who ever lived?”
“Or who will ever live, yes.”
“I’m Abraham Lincoln?”
“And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.
“I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.
“And you’re the millions he killed.”
“I’m Jesus?”
“And you’re everyone who followed him.”
You fell silent.
“Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”
You thought for a long time.
“Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”
“Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”
“Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”
“No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”
“So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”
“An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”
And I sent you on your way.

The Egg by Andy Weir

I’ve reblogged The Egg like five million times and I’m not stopping now.

Hey angelcarnivore this was the thing I mentioned.

    patrickat:

    t-rexan:

    bigchiller:

    You were on your way home when you died.

    It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

    And that’s when you met me.

    “What… what happened?” You asked. “Where am I?”

    “You died,” I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.

    “There was a… a truck and it was skidding…”

    “Yup,” I said.

    “I… I died?”

    “Yup. But don’t feel bad about it. Everyone dies,” I said.

    You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. “What is this place?” You asked. “Is this the afterlife?”

    “More or less,” I said.

    “Are you god?” You asked.

    “Yup,” I replied. “I’m God.”

    “My kids… my wife,” you said.

    “What about them?”

    “Will they be all right?”

    “That’s what I like to see,” I said. “You just died and your main concern is for your family. That’s good stuff right there.”

    You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn’t look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

    “Don’t worry,” I said. “They’ll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn’t have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it’s any consolation, she’ll feel very guilty for feeling relieved.”

    “Oh,” you said. “So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?”

    “Neither,” I said. “You’ll be reincarnated.”

    “Ah,” you said. “So the Hindus were right,”

    “All religions are right in their own way,” I said. “Walk with me.”

    You followed along as we strode through the void. “Where are we going?”

    “Nowhere in particular,” I said. “It’s just nice to walk while we talk.”

    “So what’s the point, then?” You asked. “When I get reborn, I’ll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won’t matter.”

    “Not so!” I said. “You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don’t remember them right now.”

    I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. “Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It’s like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it’s hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you’ve gained all the experiences it had.

    “You’ve been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven’t stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you’d start remembering everything. But there’s no point to doing that between each life.”

    “How many times have I been reincarnated, then?”

    “Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives.” I said. “This time around, you’ll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD.”

    “Wait, what?” You stammered. “You’re sending me back in time?”

    “Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from.”

    “Where you come from?” You said.

    “Oh sure,” I explained “I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you’ll want to know what it’s like there, but honestly you wouldn’t understand.”

    “Oh,” you said, a little let down. “But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point.”

    “Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don’t even know it’s happening.”

    “So what’s the point of it all?”

    “Seriously?” I asked. “Seriously? You’re asking me for the meaning of life? Isn’t that a little stereotypical?”

    “Well it’s a reasonable question,” you persisted.

    I looked you in the eye. “The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature.”

    “You mean mankind? You want us to mature?”

    “No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect.”

    “Just me? What about everyone else?”

    “There is no one else,” I said. “In this universe, there’s just you and me.”

    You stared blankly at me. “But all the people on earth…”

    “All you. Different incarnations of you.”

    “Wait. I’m everyone!?”

    “Now you’re getting it,” I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

    “I’m every human being who ever lived?”

    “Or who will ever live, yes.”

    “I’m Abraham Lincoln?”

    “And you’re John Wilkes Booth, too,” I added.

    “I’m Hitler?” You said, appalled.

    “And you’re the millions he killed.”

    “I’m Jesus?”

    “And you’re everyone who followed him.”

    You fell silent.

    “Every time you victimized someone,” I said, “you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you’ve done, you’ve done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you.”

    You thought for a long time.

    “Why?” You asked me. “Why do all this?”

    “Because someday, you will become like me. Because that’s what you are. You’re one of my kind. You’re my child.”

    “Whoa,” you said, incredulous. “You mean I’m a god?”

    “No. Not yet. You’re a fetus. You’re still growing. Once you’ve lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born.”

    “So the whole universe,” you said, “it’s just…”

    “An egg.” I answered. “Now it’s time for you to move on to your next life.”

    And I sent you on your way.

    The Egg by Andy Weir

    I’ve reblogged The Egg like five million times and I’m not stopping now.

    Hey angelcarnivore this was the thing I mentioned.

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  8. challengerapproaching:


And here’s my attempt at a Ms. Pac-Man alt, to go along with the palette swaps I submitted a while back. The design is primarily based off of her appearance in Ms. Pac-Man: Maze Madness (her equivalent of the Pac-Man World series), with a few elements from her other appearances.
— afrokid251 / Crumplehat

Ooooh, this one is very well done!  Much nicer looking than the one we made a while back.  Thanks a lot for sharing! :D

    challengerapproaching:

    And here’s my attempt at a Ms. Pac-Man alt, to go along with the palette swaps I submitted a while back. The design is primarily based off of her appearance in Ms. Pac-Man: Maze Madness (her equivalent of the Pac-Man World series), with a few elements from her other appearances.

    — afrokid251 / Crumplehat

    Ooooh, this one is very well done!  Much nicer looking than the one we made a while back.  Thanks a lot for sharing! :D

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  9. ahhjibbliejibblie:

    scoutgender:

    annimoose:

    ech

    sarkyfancypants

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  10. rule 1: always post the rules.
    rule 2:  answer the questions from the person who tagged you and write 11 new ones.
    rule 3: tag 11 people and link them to the post.

    rule 4: actually tell them you tagged them.

    (I was tagged by insanity-in-a-box)

    1. If you could be someone for a day who would it be

    Hm. I don’t know! I’m pretty okay being me! Probably just a random attractive woman so I can be a horrific human being. (I mean what I’d do to myself not that attractive women are horrific)

    2. If you could marry someone who would it be

    Krobelus.

    3. What’s your opinion on long distance relationships

    Ouch. Can’t do it to myself again. If other people want to do it, fine go ahead. Good luck.

    4. Do you believe in shooting stars

    What. They exist. They’re comets or other debris burning up in the atmosphere. They’re not something you choose to believe in! They exist!

    5. Who or what is your spirit animal

    yogscastsips

    6. Favourite band and why

    The Megas. They let me be nerdy but also acceptable in public. Perfecto!

    7. If you were a prime minister/president/head of the monarchy what laws would you make

    Our current set are pretty good. I’d definitely look at things like net neutrality though. Modern issues caused by new tech.

    8. What would your superhero name be

    Bandwidth.

    9. Do you like scary movies

    Hell naw.

    10. Favourite tv show

    The Office (US) is probably my favourite! So good!

    11. VERY IMPORTANT: DO YOU LIKE RAISINS AND CELERY
    HELL NO

    These are my questions for you guysies to answer!

    1. What’s your favourite game and why?

    2. What’s the best message you’ve ever taken from a piece of media?

    3. What makes you feel the most relaxed?

    4. Are you chilled out right now? If not, why?

    5. Describe your favourite socks.

    6. What’s your favourite snack food?

    7. What’s the best meal you’ve ever cooked?

    8. What about adulthood excites you the most?

    9. What do you hope your first house is like? (If you have already had one, please describe it)

    10. What’s your favourite question to be asked?

    11. And what’s the answer to that question?

    Tagging: insanity-in-a-box, everything-is-sunshine, 6sevyn8, ringohkingoh, admiral-shmoo-the-slow-worm, riadash, kostakardia, whatdayisittomorrow, ignorethesanity, shadowbat, wayward-swagabond

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  12. officialnormanbabcock:

    when u hear someone ask about a video game u love

    image

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  13. siins:

Okayyy I couldn’t wait anymore!! I have been sitting way too long on this drawing waiting on Sips and I have no idea if that ep is even coming out anytime soon and if it does, well I will just have to update this I guess. But yes!! I was enjoying the Tryhard series A LOT because anything that even comes close to having dnd or larp elements and has nerds dressing up makes me go starry and heart eyed at the same time ok.

    siins:

    Okayyy I couldn’t wait anymore!! I have been sitting way too long on this drawing waiting on Sips and I have no idea if that ep is even coming out anytime soon and if it does, well I will just have to update this I guess. But yes!! I was enjoying the Tryhard series A LOT because anything that even comes close to having dnd or larp elements and has nerds dressing up makes me go starry and heart eyed at the same time ok.

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  14. baby: A-a

    mom: Apple? Say apple.

    baby: *jumps*

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