solar-citrus:

2016 is only further solidifying my determination to fight to be a healthier and happier person, it’s time we become our own heroes

badcharacterdesign:

actualdikdik:

@badcharacterdesign did i miss any

no youre good

maidofsalt:

The coolest gals in school!!!
(I’m kind of tired now so I’ll probably stop doodling phew)

purple-yoshi-draws:

Well I guess there’s only one way to find out

rosebuncat:

kedreeva:

afro-elf:

killbenedictcumberbatch:

yall complain about ad targeting but then reblog weird ass memes like bode and here come dat boi and then mutate jokes until they’re completely unrecognizable “oh yeah why the fuck would tumblr think i wanted to see an ad for amish clickbait articles” because your interests make no sense, pal

“what could we sell to the kids this month? what are they into?”

“i literally have no fucking clue, jim.”

My favorite thing is that is not that it’s not easy to tell what “the kids” are into. Literally step into the Internet and what is going on is going on all over. But it rises and falls so swiftly that ad campaigns literally cannot get their shit together fast enough to capitalize on any of it. By the time it goes through channels and drafts and gets approved, it is no longer relevant. On top of that, some evolutions of relevant things build off of previous and now irrelevant things only alive in the collective memory as a shared experience.

We have unwittingly evolved a part of society that is basically immune to advertising attempts unless they’re willing to join us completely. To cater to our whims they must become us, not just watch us. Like Denny’s.

I was gonna mention Denny’s lol

outofcharacter-overwatch:

((Ive been calling the Junkenstein video the “Rick Sanches Skin” since day one))

-Mod Jay

babesargent:

remember the white dress i wore all through that film? george came up to me the first day of filming, took one look at the dress and said: “you can’t wear a bra under that dress.”

“ok, i’ll bite,” i said. “why?” and he said: “because… there’s no underwear in space.”

he said it with such conviction. like he had been to space and looked around and he didn’t see any bras or panties anywhere.

he explained. “you go into space and you become weightless. then your body expands but your bra doesn’t, so you get strangled by your own underwear.”

i think that this would make for a fantastic obituary. i tell my younger friends that no matter how i go, i want it reported that i drowned in moonlight, strangled by my own bra.

rest in peace, carrie fisher (october 21st, 1956 - december 27th, 2016)