n0pies:
“sup guys im alive
”

n0pies:

sup guys im alive

aestaslux:
“Twilight doesn’t approve of your apple eating
Trying out frame by frame animation for the first time and it seems pretty fun :T
took me the whole day tho
”

aestaslux:

Twilight doesn’t approve of your apple eating

Trying out frame by frame animation for the first time and it seems pretty fun :T
took me the whole day tho

rose-ebottles:
“sometimes…you jsut spend three extra hours trying to make a doodle look good ya know
”

rose-ebottles:

sometimes…you jsut spend three extra hours trying to make a doodle look good ya know

rabbit-kinder:

cobrall:

kleinsens:

polishhammer83:

twunkmichaelmell:

what’s new pussycat just started playing in this restaurant and every millenial in the room shared a knowing, fearful look

It’s fucking Tom Jones? Millennials are you too stupid to realize that Tom Jones is the reason some of you exist? (Think about it for a second, you’ll get it)

hhhhhh oh my god ohhh my god oh my fucking god

tom jones fucked all of our moms

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philosophy-and-coffee:

randomthingsthatilike123:

gosshiku-hime-wa-yami-san:

klondikeaura:

citizen-zero:

So in lore, vampires have this trait that I’ve almost never seen used, and that’s the fact that vampires are OBSESSED with counting things. Like, the Count on Sesame Street was almost certainly created specifically as a vampire because of this piece of lore.

Like, I read this vampire book years and years ago that explained that a surefire way to protect yourself from vampires getting into your house was to spread a ton of seeds on your doorstep–poppy and mustard seeds were particularly recommended for the purpose. Basically, if you suspected someone to be a vampire, all you had to do was drop a sackful of seeds on the ground in front of them.

If they didn’t immediately start counting them, they were not a vampire. However, if they WERE a vampire, they’d be seized with the urge to count all the seeds and they would not budge from that spot until they knew how many seeds there were in total. The point was to keep them there until the sun came up and killed them, because if they hadn’t counted all the seeds by sunrise they wouldn’t be able to leave. Presumably you could just go about the rest of your evening as normal, though no word on whether it’s possible to make them lose count and start over.

Having remembered this piece of lore, I want fewer stories about brooding tortured Edward Cullen-esque vampires. I want to start seeing more stories about math nerd vampires.

Vampire accountants who are an honest company’s best asset and a corrupt company’s bane because they are frighteningly accurate with the accounts and will not hesitate to blow the whistle on a CEO scamming money because fuck you for making the numbers wrong.

Vampire cashiers that don’t need to look at the register screen because they already mentally calculated your total. 10-items-or-less vampires who know goddamn well you have 20 items in that basket and NO, you cannot just slip in with the rest.

Vampire math tutors who are constantly in high demand and have to hold lotteries to see who gets to be tutored by them.

MATH NERD VAMPIRES

If anyone would like the term for this, it’s arithmomania.

“But sir, he’s a vampire!!!”

“Vampire or not, he’s the best damn accountant we have here, and i’d let him drink my blood before i fire him!”

“still less of a leech than Matt in legal. Fuck matt”

Okay but also, vampires as drug dealers- a profession that requires extremely quick, extremely accurate counting.
“You’re 5 dollars short.”
“There’s 50,000 dollars in there at least, how the fuck did you count that fast-”
“Pay up or I will drink you like a slurpee.”

just-shower-thoughts:

Whenever I see people with Beats headphones, I silently judge them as somebody who cares more about brands than quality.