au where Stacker Pentecost doesn’t die and everyone in the Shatterdome can’t sleep because they almost lost their Marshall and he has to read bedtime stories over the PA system to make sure everyone sleeps
Jolly conversations with complete strangers are one of my favorite things.
reasons to be friends with me:
- if you get drunk and put a random bra on my head, i will forget you put said bra on my head and will run around with it until someone reminds me therefore making you seem not as foolish by comparison
I’m not even calling whitewashed Carlos “Carlos” anymore
that’s not Carlos
Carlos is brown
that’s Pasty Carl
get out of here Pasty Carl
Headcanon fucking accepted.
I love your tags.
this is what I get for trying to join Pinterest.
I finally made an account for it last night as a procrastination technique and worked fine untIL THIS MORNING WHEN IT DECIDED THAT MY PASSWORD AIN’T RIGHT AND THAT IT DIDN’T WANT TO SEND ME PASSWORD RESET EMAILS DESPITE MY DOZENS OF REQUESTS.
AND ITS BEEN ALL DAMN DAY AND I’VE HAD SEVERAL EXCHANGES WITH A LOVELY TECH SERVICE WOMAN NAMED SARAH AND SHE SAID IT WAS FIXED BUT NOOOO. NO IT WAS NOT.
I JUST WANTED A CHANGE OF PACE. I DIDN’T REALIZE YOU HAD TO SACRIFICE YOUR FIRST BORN TO SATAN TO GET A PINTEREST TO WORK.
THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR CHEATING ON TUMBLR. I JUST WANTED TO HANG WITH MY MOTHER AND SISTER IN THE LAND OF THE PRETTY PINS.