cover the middle and you go faster, cover the outside and you go slower
“I thought I asked you to make this idiot-proof. Somehow, I manage to keep breaking it.”
- (via clientsfromhell)
Happy birthday, Mr. Reeves. :D
Misha Collins’ Ice Bucket Challenge
"It’s not a contest about who has a higher tolerance for pain. However, if it were a contest, i would win."
What the hell does that title mean?
A year ago I would have asked the same thing. Then one day in August last year I encountered a series of accounts online that were pretending to be clocks and a brand new bizarre world was revealed to me; GISHWHES world.
Who this world is ruled by is one…
"No matter what people tell you, words and ideas can change the world."
Robin Williams ( July 21st 1951 - August 11th 2014)
The great hulk of the Elopus’ body stood black against the sunset, as still in death as it had never been in life.
The Queen of England delicately wiped away a tear. Her compatriot turned to her, strong-jawed face softening in concern.
"Why do you weep, my Queen?" Misha asked, gentleness in his eyes and voice.
"I weep," said she, "for tonight a great Beast has departed this world."
Misha put a comforting arm platonically around her shoulder. “That may be,” he assented, “but be of stout heart, Your Majesty, for I swear upon my mother’s kale garden that this noble creature will as yet be avenged.”
The Queen sobbed helplessly into Misha’s manly chest.
"Shh," he said. "Come, now. We need to return for the banquet. My son is cooking.”
And so they walked off together into the night.
"Oh, great Queen," whispered Dmitri ‘Misha’ Krushnic in reverent awe, down on one knee before the throne. "I have travelled far to seek your counsel."
“I heard,” said the Queen, munching on tea and crumpets. “Speak.”
Misha nodded. “What is the plural of Elopus? For I know you are not just Queen of England, but Queen… of Elopia.”
The Queen slowly lowered her crumpet. “How could you possibly…”
Misha shrugged. “Well, the tentacles and trunk are a bit of a giveaway.”
The teacup clattered to the floor. Misha’s eyes went wide in horror as the Queen rose from her throne, eyes flashing and tentacles waving. “THAT,” she boomed, “WAS RUDE.”
“YOU HAVE MADE ME VERY CROSS.”
“No, look at that crumpet! Mmm! Tasty!”
But then the Queen of Elopia screamed, and eternal darkness fell upon the Earth.
Anatomy of Songs [wronghands]