Maybe THIS will convince the boyfriend that just because he's never heard of the game Marco Polo, it doesn't mean that a) I'm lying or b) if it exists, nobody's ever heard of it.
If there were more headlines like these maybe I would start reading the news again. [via thechive]
Days after Kid Rock announced intentions to run for the Senate in Michigan—news that I am, for my own well-being, taking with a grain of salt—Caitlyn Jenner revealed that she’s been mulling a Senate bid in California.
i’m so tired of the AU where your soulmate’s name is on your wrist. i want my enemy’s name on my wrist. i wanna know who i’m going to have to physically fight eventually. turn on your fucking location
your enemy’s name on one wrist and your soulmate the another. no clue which is which. hope it’s not the same name on both wrists.
That autism feeling when you’re at the age that you think you’d like to have kids, but you’re scared because kid’s shouting and playing are a horrible auditory trigger for you.
so i’m riding the elevator up to my apartment when the emergency phone in the elevator starts ringing
and i just stand there for a second because this thing is like thirty years old and has never rung or even been used from what i know
but eventually i answer it thinking maybe something’s wrong with the elevator?? it’s an emergency phone it’s probably an emergency??? i dunno
except i shit you not it’s a telemarketer
a telemarketer that’s as confused as i am when i finally interrupt him mid-spiel to inform him he has the wrong number and then interrupt him again to explain further that “uh, no, seriously, this is an elevator phone. i’m standing in an elevator. talking to you. on the emergency phone. i really think you got the wrong number”
“oh,” says telemarketer guy.
“yeah,” i say.
there’s some mutually-confused silence.
“so, this is my stop,” i say. “i gotta go.”
“oh,” says telemarketer guy.
“good luck,” i add, because telemarketer guy seems like he’s having an existential crisis. and then i hang up on him, because he’s having an existential crisis and won’t actually end the call, and because again i’m talking on an elevator emergency phone and, you know, this is my stop, i gotta go.
After months and months of rumors, speculation, and flat out waiting, we finally know who is taking on the TARDIS as the thirteenth Doctor in season 11. Ladies and gents, say hello to your new Time Lord: Jodie Whittaker, the first woman in Doctor Who’s 54-year history to land the title role.
Things I had never considered about Alderaan’s destruction until this very moment: this Things I was not prepared to start bawling over at midnight: also this, holy shit
imagine being a little kid in 2017 and your parents put this on for you and you have absolutely no familiarity with the original film
yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeah, all my knowledge of willy wonka comes second-hand through that one futurama episode, so i’m seeing this and i am noping the fuck out, what the fucking shit, dudes