How are you still breathing?

OOC:

Mon, 31 Oct 2011 16:17:27 -0400

takeadeepbreathandholdit:

enygma:

A scary story I wrote in math class today~ Figured I would share it with all my favorite people.

I owns it!

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((Oooh, I like it <3))

(( :D Thank you! ))

((I should link you to the scary stories I wrote a short while ago. :3 After all, it IS Halloween~))

OOC:

Mon, 31 Oct 2011 16:14:45 -0400

enygma:

A scary story I wrote in math class today~ Figured I would share it with all my favorite people.

I owns it!

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((Oooh, I like it <3))

What is Halloween?

Mon, 31 Oct 2011 16:03:36 -0400

I keep hearing of it… But what it is eludes me.

It's... So, very quiet in here...

Mon, 31 Oct 2011 14:44:30 -0400

dotanon: suckersoprano: whootsies: bastran: porcelainflowers: lakrymosa: nekochansugoikawaiides...

Thu, 27 Oct 2011 13:34:10 -0400

dotanon:

suckersoprano:

whootsies:

bastran:

porcelainflowers:

lakrymosa:

nekochansugoikawaiidesu:

mrwench:

tonecameg:

REBLOG WITH YOUR ANIMU SELF

d00med:

missamerikka:

kawaii swag

dang it feels good to be kawaii

shut up im a neko

trying to keep it as real as possible

.

doki doki chan

oh look its me.

except like

my hair is super-flat.

This is not me t’all

Where are my voluptuous brows

huh

needs sideburns

also Bell, dat collar

Pip will tell you, those horns are legit.

I look mildly evil…

((

~~This is me~~

Actually this one is:

~~Shit I wish I was actually this pretty~~))

Enter command=Reboot

Thu, 27 Oct 2011 00:00:05 -0400

testprotocol:

takeadeepbreathandholdit:

/ She looks disappointed in you. What had you done? You look down at the floor. You are filled with regret, though the cause of such a feeling is unbeknownst to you. “Fixed… Properly? I am still in…” You look down at the eye in your hand. “… Almost one piece…” You then look back up at the woman before you and cringe slightly at her words. “Wrong? I-I have not noticed anything quite… Wrong with me…” Although, you did notice how afraid you were. This was new. These feelings were unfamiliar and strange and you did not fully comprehend them. You feel rather… Exposed in a way, with all of your newfound emotions spilling out all at once. You wish you could pull it all together but you highly doubt such a thing. “Let… Let me out of here, GLaDOS. … Please.”/

She groaned, “You should be in one piece. One, well held-together, fully functioning piece.” Her words were laced with distaste and irritation, her emphasis, almost venomous. It was probably a good thing she was speaking to him remotely. He didn’t know it, probably never would, but talking to him scared her, and it made her violent reactions even worse, and, frankly, she didn’t want to beat him back down. She didn’t need to. She didn’t need the wave of remorse to wash over her all over again.
”Lovely, your reactions are…off, and you don’t even know why,” she sank back in her chair and bit her lower lip, mulling over how to appropriately deal with this. If she let him wander about, chances were he’d get himself hurt more, either by her hands, or by his own faulty memories, but if she left him there, he’d almost certainly continue to ask. “If I decide to let you out, you’re to speak directly to one of the reassembly machines. I don’t care which, as long as you’re still online, they should fix you better.”

/ Her sharp tone nearly pains you as though you were being reprimanded. Regardless, you trusted this woman whole-heartedly and would do nothing short of anything for her. “My reactions… Are they? I have… I have not noticed,” you softly say. Something is wrong with your voice box, causing your voice to become hoarse and near frightening. A terrible thought comes to mind. ‘At least your body matches’ echoes throughout your metallic skull. You quickly push such a thought back and bow your head. “… If?” A slightly hopeful tone pokes through. The thought of possibly being released excites you, for you recall the times where GLaDOS would keep you trapped. Of course, in these times, you would spend your time reflecting and slowly finding better ways to deal with situations. After all, slaughtering that poor medical android was wrong of you. You didn’t know that you weren’t supposed to kill the fellow androids unless specifically told to, unfortunately. Regardless, GLaDOS would always point you in the right direction. How you loved her… Her attempts to push you away were just because she was afraid to return your affection. At least, you believed so. “As… Long as I am still online?” The sentence does not shock you. You are used to being broken and shut down. After all, you’re just a pretty little murderous play thing./

littlehellion: innercheeseburger: captainkirkland: megupta: r...

Wed, 26 Oct 2011 13:29:10 -0400

littlehellion:

innercheeseburger:

captainkirkland:

megupta:

raptor-22:

dirzette:

drunk-giraffe:

apriki:

NON DISNEY POST

Feel the love, ladies and gentlemen. Even if it doesn’t come with Mickey Mouse ears.

Anastasia

The Swan Princess // 2 // 3

The Prince Of Egypt

Who Framed Roger Rabbit?

Space Jam

James and the Giant Peach

The Little Rascals

Shrek // Shrek 2 // Shrek the Third // Shrek: Forever After

The Iron Giant

Edward Scissorhands

Fern Gully

Grease

The Princess Bride

Charlotte’s Web

Wallace and Gromit: The Curse of the Were-Rabbit

Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas

Spirit: Stallion of the Snore

Antz

The Road to El Dorado

The Land Before Time

The Goonies

Thumbelina

HOLY MOTHER OF GOOD GOD THIS IS BEAUTIFUL

BLESS THIS POST

OH GOD MY CHILDHOOD!!! ;u;

why isn’t TITAN A.E. on here?!

christo

8D

Guys, guys, guys. Watch Iron Giant. I’m telling you, you will cry like a baby it’s so sweet <3

/starts downloading

((I kid you not, I have watched every single one of these movies.))

Enter command=Reboot

Wed, 26 Oct 2011 13:27:50 -0400

testprotocol:

takeadeepbreathandholdit:

/ There she is. GLaDOS. She was your very reason for existing. You manage a small smile, though it feels odd on your cold face. Even through your remaining, damaged eye, you could see her icy beauty. She was a queen of ice and you were in her cold castle. “GLaDOS”, you softly mutter underneath your breath. Your passion and want for the female android sprout up, and you feel your body suddenly grow warm. You walk close to the screen but dare not touch it. “Where… Am I?” You ask, not quite panicked but not quite calm. You were concerned and fear was just beginning to set in. What were these? Human emotions? They are absolutely unfamiliar to you… Especially fear. Perhaps the thought of being trapped brought back the trauma of previous, horrible conditions in which you had to live? Or, maybe, the thought of being trapped in a small test chamber with only you and a few… Unlucky test subjects? Regardless of what it was, your body began to shiver. A few screws and bolts slid out of place and hit the floor, causing a rather loud metallic sound to ring throughout the room. You very nearly jump./

She pinched the bridge of her nose. Well, his infatuation was still there, but she could ignore it for now. It wasn’t a horrible thing, after all. “You’re…in a room where you won’t sustain more damage until you can be fixed properly, since clearly you’re still falling apart.” She was acting like it wasn’t her fault he was barely held together. She could hardly even remember what she’d done to the poor thing. Probably threw him into some machinery or something. She narrowed her eyes, “What’s wrong with you?” she demanded, noticing his uncharacteristically skittish behavior. Faintly she wondered, even worried a bit, how badly she messed with his processing. He’d never presented himself so…vulnerably before.

/ She looks disappointed in you. What had you done? You look down at the floor. You are filled with regret, though the cause of such a feeling is unbeknownst to you. “Fixed… Properly? I am still in…” You look down at the eye in your hand. “… Almost one piece…” You then look back up at the woman before you and cringe slightly at her words. “Wrong? I-I have not noticed anything quite… Wrong with me…” Although, you did notice how afraid you were. This was new. These feelings were unfamiliar and strange and you did not fully comprehend them. You feel rather… Exposed in a way, with all of your newfound emotions spilling out all at once. You wish you could pull it all together but you highly doubt such a thing. “Let… Let me out of here, GLaDOS. … Please.”/

The 37th GIF in your folder and the 68th are now your OTP. How cracktastic are they?

Tue, 25 Oct 2011 23:53:01 -0400

gooddoctorcrane:

daddy-stark:

glowtwins:

afallensorcerer:

thegifinyourfolder:

37:

68:

So wrong, so so wrong.

Submitted by: scarymerry

37

68

((he is not okay with it))

And

37:

68:

37:

68:

DEAN. YA PEDO. LEAVE CALLAN ALONE.

((37:

68:

Bro Strider… And Loki.

wat))

Enter command=Reboot

Tue, 25 Oct 2011 23:47:22 -0400

testprotocol:

takeadeepbreathandholdit:

/ You awaken. You are unfamiliar of your surroundings… No, wait. This is Aperture Science still. You do not recognise the room you are in. It seems as though there is only one entrance and one exit, which happen to be one in the same. There is a monitor on the wall. You turn your attention to it, but it is merely displaying static. You narrow your eyes before looking down at your android body. Your repairs were finished. … But wait, something does not seem right. You’re looking… In two places at once. Your right eye hangs out of your face, bumping your cheek as you look around. You quietly say to yourself, “this won’t do.” You proceed to firmly grab the wires connecting your “eye” to the various things it’s hooked up to and pull. The USB-like plug in pulls out of the small slot with a quiet pop. Unfortunately, you only have one properly functioning eye now. While that is a shame, it is irrelevant. You get up to your feet and take a look at your clothing. A uniform… But what was wrong with your old clothing? Perhaps that woman you praise did not like your tattered coat? … What was her name again? You remember it started with a G… And it stood for something but you cannot remember what. It was an odd sounding name at that… It does not seem important right now and you disregard it. Remembering who you are seems more important at the time, after all. You take note of the cables hanging from your body and the liquid dripping from your hands… It has already pooled at your feet. It looks… Toxic. Toxin… Nervous-system toxin? Neuro… Neurotoxin! That’s your name, yes. How could you forget your own name? You’ve forgotten your purpose but that isn’t nearly as embarrassing as forgetting your own name! No wonder that woman doesn’t like you… Or does she? You can’t remember. Her name sounded like a state… Caroline, you think. But Caroline isn’t alive any more… You can’t remember what she became. You remember something about a man with the name of a natural formation immortalising her. Oh well, it probably doesn’t matter… Although you may be concerned, you seem oddly… Glad. Glad… GLaDOS! That was her name, yes! Suddenly, the memories come back… The memories up until a short while before you ended up here. You’re not sure how long of a while but you do have a suspicion who put you here. It had to be GLaDOS. Who else would treat you that way? You slowly approach the door and try the handle. It’s locked… Dammit. You then turn to the monitor as it flickers to life./

Ah, there it was, the signal informing her that her favorite little pet, and murderer was back online. She swiveled to face the camera to speak to him. Of course, in her sleep-deprived state, it took her a moment to realize he could see her now, and recompose herself so she looked at least somewhat less disgruntled. Now, if only she could remember why she’d left him as a wreck this time. Oh, what did it even matter, he was fixed, right? He never questioned her before anyway. Probably best that way. She sneered at him, “Ah, welcome back. I’d say you’ve learned your lesson, but this isn’t the worst I’ve done to you, so I highly doubt you ha—they didn’t fix yo—ugh.” She rolled her eyes in disgust, the luminescence fading from them a bit, really, you’d think they someone would remember to fix his optics. He needed those.

/ There she is. GLaDOS. She was your very reason for existing. You manage a small smile, though it feels odd on your cold face. Even through your remaining, damaged eye, you could see her icy beauty. She was a queen of ice and you were in her cold castle. “GLaDOS”, you softly mutter underneath your breath. Your passion and want for the female android sprout up, and you feel your body suddenly grow warm. You walk close to the screen but dare not touch it. “Where… Am I?” You ask, not quite panicked but not quite calm. You were concerned and fear was just beginning to set in. What were these? Human emotions? They are absolutely unfamiliar to you… Especially fear. Perhaps the thought of being trapped brought back the trauma of previous, horrible conditions in which you had to live? Or, maybe, the thought of being trapped in a small test chamber with only you and a few… Unlucky test subjects? Regardless of what it was, your body began to shiver. A few screws and bolts slid out of place and hit the floor, causing a rather loud metallic sound to ring throughout the room. You very nearly jump./

Enter command=Reboot

Tue, 25 Oct 2011 22:38:58 -0400

/ You awaken. You are unfamiliar of your surroundings… No, wait. This is Aperture Science still. You do not recognise the room you are in. It seems as though there is only one entrance and one exit, which happen to be one in the same. There is a monitor on the wall. You turn your attention to it, but it is merely displaying static. You narrow your eyes before looking down at your android body. Your repairs were finished. … But wait, something does not seem right. You’re looking… In two places at once. Your right eye hangs out of your face, bumping your cheek as you look around. You quietly say to yourself, “this won’t do.” You proceed to firmly grab the wires connecting your “eye” to the various things it’s hooked up to and pull. The USB-like plug in pulls out of the small slot with a quiet pop. Unfortunately, you only have one properly functioning eye now. While that is a shame, it is irrelevant. You get up to your feet and take a look at your clothing. A uniform… But what was wrong with your old clothing? Perhaps that woman you praise did not like your tattered coat? … What was her name again? You remember it started with a G… And it stood for something but you cannot remember what. It was an odd sounding name at that… It does not seem important right now and you disregard it. Remembering who you are seems more important at the time, after all. You take note of the cables hanging from your body and the liquid dripping from your hands… It has already pooled at your feet. It looks… Toxic. Toxin… Nervous-system toxin? Neuro… Neurotoxin! That’s your name, yes. How could you forget your own name? You’ve forgotten your purpose but that isn’t nearly as embarrassing as forgetting your own name! No wonder that woman doesn’t like you… Or does she? You can’t remember. Her name sounded like a state… Caroline, you think. But Caroline isn’t alive any more… You can’t remember what she became. You remember something about a man with the name of a natural formation immortalising her. Oh well, it probably doesn’t matter… Although you may be concerned, you seem oddly… Glad. Glad… GLaDOS! That was her name, yes! Suddenly, the memories come back… The memories up until a short while before you ended up here. You’re not sure how long of a while but you do have a suspicion who put you here. It had to be GLaDOS. Who else would treat you that way? You slowly approach the door and try the handle. It’s locked… Dammit. You then turn to the monitor as it flickers to life./

Replace one word in your URL with "COCK"

Tue, 11 Oct 2011 18:27:14 -0400

shmuukat:

whootsies:

shmuukat:

buttnipples:

davespritebudgie:

jesus-penis:

mateshit:

ryki:

princessdaemonspade:

princessdaemoncock

Cock.

cockshit

oh

jesus-cock

whoa what a difference

davecockbudgie

cockspritebudgie

davespritecock

buttcock

cocknipples

nope.avi

cockkat

shmuucock

What.

Cocksies

Oh God is that like footsie but with dicks

Things Jess can never un-see.

((Takeadeepcockandholdit

OH MY GOD WHAT))

-wraps arms around his waist and smooshes her face into his chest- Hee hee<3

Tue, 11 Oct 2011 18:26:25 -0400

/You stiffen as the person in your arms slowly grows weaker./

HEY NEURO. WANNA SEE MY PET TARANTULA?

Tue, 11 Oct 2011 17:26:14 -0400

No.

You don't seem like a morning person to me.

Tue, 11 Oct 2011 17:26:06 -0400

I ammm one, yes.

NOW, YOU DO. CUDDLES?

Tue, 11 Oct 2011 17:25:54 -0400

S-ssssurrre…

I HEARD YOU LIKE CUDDLING. NOW, LET THE CUDDLING COMMENCE. -holds out arms-

Tue, 11 Oct 2011 17:21:02 -0400

Bbbbbut I don’t know you…

Aww, is the big bad Neurotoxin afraid of the itty bitty spider?

Tue, 11 Oct 2011 17:20:44 -0400

/You fold your arms beneath your chest and frown./

Yes, I am.

CUDDLE WITH ME, NEURO.

Tue, 11 Oct 2011 17:16:23 -0400

Why?

How do you feel about spiders?

Tue, 11 Oct 2011 17:16:01 -0400

I am scccared of them.