Tonight it’s finally the latest episode of the season of The 100 ! I’m so excited !! And that makes me think I had not posted this sketch yet. My baby Bellamy, the Best Dad in the Universe !
(Yes, yes… The sketch dates back to the episode 3… Did I already say I forgot frequently to post my drawings ? )
what makes this even funnier to me is that it’s a Skyline GT-R, a car that was only made for the Japanese market, meaning it’s right hand drive. which means that if you wanted to go through a drive thru that’s made for left hand drive cars, you would have to go in reverse in order to be on the side with the drive thru window
we are not born to die!! what are you talking about!! do you think a book begins just to finish? do you think a song opens with a beautiful chord just for it to end? you don’t read the book to finish it, you read the book to eat up the excitement and the emotions it evokes!! to learn and to digest and to fall in love and be heartbroken!! you listen to the song to dance and dance and sing your throat raw!!! to cry and smile and swell with the harmonies!! yes, we are born with the inevitable fate of death, we are mortal after all, but that is merely the finale of the play!! the final act, the closing of the curtains - we are not born to take a bow and exit stage left!! we are born to love and be joyous and yell and move and learn and cry and feelfeelfeel!!! we are not born to die, silly, we’re born to live!!!
This is so violently hopeful and uplifting everyone needs to see it
Back when I was working at the factory (or really, “produce redistribution plant”, but ‘the factory’ rolls off the tongue easier), there was only one female forklift operator in the whole plant. This story isn’t about her, the point here is that it was a very male-dominated workplace.
Seeing them swoop by day in and day out, you got used to the forklifts, which were all more or less identical with each other save for some scrapes and bangs and signs of wear, except for one, which had a tiny, sparkling Hello Kitty -sticker on the side, scarcely larger than my thumb.
One night shift there were only two gatherers at work beside me, and only one forklift operator. On a particularly quiet moment of that particularly quiet night, the forklift driver and I were the only ones in the break room, and though we’d never really talked before, I remarked that he got the Hello Kitty one.
He, a sturdy man in his fifties, grinned in a way that made the ends of his moustache tilt up, made a pointed look around the obviously empty break room and leaned in towards me like men that age do when they’ve got a great and splendid secret to share.
He asked me, had I ever noticed that it was almost always him who is driving the Hello Kitty forklift? I had not, but that did not swing his glee about this to either direction. He nodded. That was his favourite forklift, it’s the one that turns the smoothest, the one with the most even brakes and most comfortable seat. He had put the sticker on it, he had borrowed one from his granddaughter.
Ever since, even if he hadn’t shown up to shift as the first guy on the job, his favourite was almost always still available. Like a magical, protective ward, the little sparkly sticker kept the other men away from his favourite machine.
Dean resurrecting Sam and pretending he didn’t is still the funniest fucking thing to me. Sam is like idk Dean i literally got stabbed three hours ago and now there isn’t even a wound there are you sure nothing weird happened and dean is like oh okay mr ivy league i didn’t know they covered advanced stab woundology in pre-law 101
“old friends” is an underrated relationship dynamic because it’s such an innocent boring sounding term for what is usually some of the wildest shit imaginable. it’s always like ‘oh yeah we go way back, we have history’ and then you find out that history includes sex, drugs, murder, divorce, war crimes and The Incident
Having friends on tumblr is really great. I often refer to you guys in real life as “my friend from england/australia/california/new york” and it makes people think I’m very well traveled when really I’ve just spent a lot of time on the Internet.
aaron sorkin said I am going to create a man with dimples and curls and the worst god-inferiority complex known to man who beats his chest when he sort of wins but hides, hides, hides when he truly wins, who gives up cards that would keep him safe during an apocalypse bc his friends didn’t get one too, who learns sign language to impress the woman he has a crush on and, despite being Jewish, associates Ave Maria so heavily with his sister and with love and with trauma that when he develops PTSD from being shot in the chest every siren will sound like music to him and every musical note like sirens, who wants to be a comfort to his friends in tragedy and to celebrate with them in triumph and just be able to look them in the eyes for all the times in between and then Aaron sorkin said. He said. Sam seaborn will be the heartthrob on this show I just know it
do y’all ever think about how BIZARRE galavant is, as a concept? like it came out before crazy ex-girlfriend, there wasn’t really a successful musical tv show on that i can think of as being memorable; it just snarks at all the edgy golden age of TV shows (just straight up references GoT, “jean hamm”), it looks like it was filmed in 1999 or 2001 and alan menken???? wrote the music???? and it knows it’s like….doomed from the start and just revels in its chaos???
First episode of S2 was “A New Season aka Suck It Cancellation Bear” - if that doesn’t spell out the chaotic energy of this wonderful monster, I don’t know what does.
Galavant was here for a good time, not a long time