Junji Ito x Pokemon ⊟
Pokemon’s about to get real, real creepy, y’all— creepier than even Creepy Black. The Pokemon Company has collaborated with horror manga artist Junji Ito, who you may know from That One Comic About People Obsessed with People-Shaped Holes in a Mountain and every other unsettling Japanese comic you’ve seen online. The collaboration is called “Kowapoke,” or “Scarypoke.”
The Pokemon Company released one preview image in the form of a phone wallpaper, above, featuring the world’s most menacing Banette. They’re also giving t-shirts out in Japan featuring the image, for people who need more personal space, I guess.
Game Freak told us they were freaky.
JUNJI ITO AND POKEMON?!?!
GET THIS IN MY HANDS NOW. RIGHT FUCKING NOW GODDAMNIT
Not the heroes we thought we needed but the heroes we really needed all along
here’s to us; what was and what could have been.
THE HOUSE IS CLEAN.
I REPEAT, THE HOUSE IS CLEAN.
READY FOR INSPECTION, SIR.
living/dining room: COMPLETE
hallway: don’t look at me like that
office: I’m working on it, okay?
The floors are still all wet, so I can’t leave the office for now which OUGHT to mean I’m concentrating my efforts here, but instead I’m browsing tumblr and making posts like this.
whatever, my back hurts, I’m allowed to sit for ten minutes.
just to clarify
are we fighting the skeletons or are we fighting for the skeletons?
thank u mum for dealing with centrelink for me because I really can not today.
my cats are basically a roommate sitcom with the cowardly snob and the adventurous slob. like, victor won’t eat anything unless it’s the finest cuts of tuna delicately seasoned and dressed with the perfect sauce and garnished with shredded crab handed down on a sparkling white platter from the hand of god, while the other day I caught teeny trying to eat chicken poop.
good morning. it is the last day before my figurative execution. I have tea. this is only mildly comforting.
please give me your favourite Get Shit Done songs and/or playlists so that I may prepare myself for the coming trials.
Pride and Prejudice / Pacific Rim AU
inspired by [x]
POSSIBLY THE BEST CROSSOVER I’VE EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE
BECAUSE ELIZABETH WOULD BE SO NOT INTO IT AND RELUCTANT TO TRY AND DRIFT WITH DARCY BECAUSE HE’S SUCH AN ASS HE’S SO HAUGHTY HE’S SUCH A FUCKING SNOB AND SHE HEARD HIM SAY THAT SHE’D BE AN INTOLERABLE DRIFT PARTNER SO FUCK HIM
BUT THEY SPARRED (DANCED OHMYGOD) AND THEY MOVED TOGETHER SO FLUIDLY AND SHE DID FEEL IT BUT SHE DOESN’T LIKE HIM!!! SHE CAN’T SHARE HER HEAD WITH A DUDE THAT MAKES HER SO FURIOUS
BUT HE TRAILS AFTER HER LIKE A FUCKIN PUPPY AND IS SUDDENLY ALL NICE AND TRIES TO DEFEND HIMSELF LIKE “I FIND IT HARD TO ATTEMPT LOOKING FOR DRIFT COMPATIBILITY IN OTHERS” AND ELIZABETH’S LIKE “WELL YOU SHOULD FUCKIN PRACTICE”
GIVE IT TO ME
#it is a truth universally acknowledge that a single man in possession of a good jaeger must be in want of a co-pilot #you were the last man in the world who i could ever be prevailed upon to drift with #and when she sees him in his element at pemberley she realizes how drift compatible they are #HE WAS EXACTLY THE MAN WHO IN DISPOSITION AND TALENTS WOULD MOST SUIT HER #as a co-pilot #His understanding and temper though unlike her own would have answered all her wishes #in terms of drift compatibility #It was a union that must have been to the advantage of both #while in the drift #by her ease and liveliness his mind might have been softened his manners improved #and from his judgement information and knowledge of the world she must have received benefit of greater importance #but then lady catherine is all YOU ARE NOT GOOD ENOUGH TO DRIFT WITH A DARCY #ARE THE SHADES OF OUR JAEGER TO BE THUS POLLUTED #and elizabeth’s all HE IS A RANGER I AM A RANGER’S DAUGHTER THUS FAR WE ARE EQUAL #and darcy’s all if your feelings about drifting with me are what they were last april tell me so at once #my thoughts and wishes have not changed #and lizzy’s all MY FEELINGS? #and then they become co-pilots #and makeout on a raft #ahahaha ahahahaha #you follow this blog #i’ll show myself out (via waltzingdead)
I don’t even know what to caption this.
Sydney University is investigating the emails, published online, which include derogatory references to Indigenous Australians
The poetry professor Barry Spurr described Tony Abbott as an “Abo lover”, according to a report by the New Matilda website, and in another email wrote: “One day the western world will wake up, when the Mussies and the chinky-poos have taken over.”
Hawke never saying a thing when, on the nights there’s no fire burning in the hearth, Anders insists on having a candle lit when they go to bed at night. A tiny point of light in the darkness of her room.
Hawke choosing not to comment when a conversation dies out and Anders always, without fail, begins to tap his fingers on a tabletop at the estate, or moves to rearrange the glass bottles on a shelf in the clinic, or stokes the fire to listen to its crackling when they’re away from the city and camping under the stars. Anything to keep their surroundings from being absolutely quiet.
Hawke knowing that, on all but the hottest afternoons of Kirkwall’s muggy summers, Anders would be wearing his coat throughout the day. Sometimes one of their companions would comment, but he only ever gave a shrug and a simple reminder of the chill in Darktown. The topic was usually dropped after that. After all, Hawke was the only one who knew he would have the duvet pulled up to his chin that night even if the day’s heat remained, the aforementioned cold of Darktown far below them and hardly an inconvenience.
Hawke accepting without issue that Anders would always be a rather physical lover and companion, but never inappropriately so. Touchy-feely, she might call it, if that didn’t sound so uncomplimentary a term. More so, it was as if he needed constant physical reminders that she’s there - brushing shoulders as they sit beside each other, or his arm briefly sneaking around her waist as they walk home. And always, always, his hand resting over hers as she drifts off to sleep at night.
Hawke having a moment of sudden, terrible understanding when she overhears Anders offhandedly mentioning a year of solitary confinement to Varric, during one of their many conversations of his life in Ferelden. “At least I had Mr. Wiggums for awhile.” His comment is obviously meant to distract from the severity of what he had said, and Varric carries on the conversation without missing a beat - masterful people-person that he is - but Hawke is glad she’s not a part of it. The realisation is nearly overwhelming and their words fall on deaf ears as it sinks in. An entire year in the Circle’s dark, quiet, cold dungeon…and ultimately, alone.
Hawke deciding not to bring it up - she knows Anders will do it himself if he wants to - but making sure that a candle is burning in the dark, pulling the bed’s covers over them both and holding Anders a little more closely during the night, softly humming lullabies her mother used to sing to keep any silence at bay until he falls asleep.
you can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness