alphatoronado
gloomba331
What if oxygen is poisonous and it just takes 75-100 years to kill us?
My science teacher said he thinks that’s true actually
Yeah this is actually pretty much exactly what is going on. It’s why anti-oxidants are such a big deal. Bonus fact: oxygen oxidizes stuff in your cells or, in other words, it’s not toxic, just setting you on fire very very slowly.
What if there are aliens out there but they subsist on entirely different substances and they’re just scared as shit of us and our crazy ass hell planet? Once in a while some alien anthropologist type suggests checking out the people on this inhabited planet out towards the galaxy’s edge. The other aliens just look at the naive academic with horror. No!! We do not go to that world. That is where the DEATH BREATHERS live. They recreationally consume poisons and are more or less composed of biological fire. Their atmosphere is made of rocket fuel. We must leave the DEATH BREATHERS in peace. Do not go there. Do not.
I tend to always reblog posts about humans being terrifying weirdos to aliens.
plaqq
calzonedestroyer-deactivated201
Anonymous asked:
calzonedestroyer-deactivated201 answered:
NEEEERRRDSS
baraschino
faith-xx-love asked:
YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!!!!
jk THANK YOU FAITH ILY ♡
godasenpai
shikylusion
I ship Chara with chocolate. （≧▽≦）
(But… I think somewhere deep deep down in my
inbox someone wanted some kind of CharaxSans… uh… here you go!! I
guess… haha.)
… *runs away*
godasenpai
ryuubus
Okay so I followed this video about foreshortening and…
Sycra. I love you so much for making this video.
guys
GUYS
SHIT
SHIT GUYS
reblogging againg because holy cow, this HELPS
I’ll just have to watch this soon
I SERIOUSLY REBLOG THIS EVERTIME IT’S ON MY DASH! IT’S SO HELPFUL!!
Sycra is really great you guys. Ya’ll should subscribe to his youtube channel if you want more cool art tutorials!
alphatoronado
gallade-x-treme
when I was little, I would go on Nickelodeon.com all the time and they had this game similar to club penguin except it was called Nicktropolis. and if you forgot your password, a security question you could choose was “what is your eye color?” and if you got it right it’d tell you your password. so I would go to popular locations in Nicktropolis and write down random usernames who were also in those areas, and then i would log out and type in the username as if it were my own and see which of these usernames had a security question set to “what is your eye color?” (which was most of them, since it was easy and we were all kids). i would then try either brown, blue, or green, and always get in, then I would go to their house and send all of their furniture and decorations to my own account’s. and if it I didn’t want it, i could sell it for money
chaostheoryandcookies
“Wake up, Pa!”
Big Mac came to slowly, like a bear waking from winter. His daughter’s face was approximately half an inch from his snout, and she greeted him with a bright, snaggle-toothed smile.
“Hullo, Peachy.”
“Don’t just lie there!” Peachy was impatiently shoving at his side, trying to herd the huge stallion to his hooves. “Git up! We got apple-buckin’ to do! On your hooves, lazybones!”
“Apple-buckin?” Mac yawned, rising to sit on his haunches. “…It’s too early, Peach. Apples ain’t ripe yet.” He smiled down at her fondly. “ ‘Sides, you’re too little to be much help.”
“No I ain’t!” Peachy whined, ears folding back. “Mama says I’m a whole inch taller than I was last year!” To demonstrate, she reared up onto her hind legs, but wobbled and fell over in a tangle of limbs. For a moment Mac watched her tiny hooves paddle in the air, as she struggled to right herself. With his hoof, he gently nudged her right side up.
“S-see?” Peachy plead, hay stuck in her mane. “I’m big and strong! I can help, Pa! Please?”
She’d turned the full might of her puppy-dog eyes on him, but Big Mac liked to think he was developing an immunity. At least when it involved his filly’s safety. “Eenope.” He said sternly. “You’re too small, Peachy. You could get hurt.”
Peachy pouted, and scuffed the ground with her hoof. “It ain’t no fun bein’ little.”
“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with bein’ little. You’re plenty of help to yer Ma, and Aunty AJ.”
“But I wanna help you, Daddy.” Peachy sniffled. “I miss you when you’re out in the orchards all day. And you have to do all of Aunty AJ’s work, cuz she’s gonna have a foal soon….it ain’t fair. I wish I could help. I wish I was grown up.”
Big Mac gazed down at his forlorn little filly, and found himself wanting to tell her to never grow up. To stay tiny and sweet and perfect forever. Instead he pulled her into a hug.
“Y'know, I used to be pretty little myself.”
“Nuh-uh.” Peachy shot him a flat look.
“Uh-huh.” Mac teased. “The tiniest colt in my class. Even littler than you.” He booped her muzzle with his hoof, and felt a victory at her giggle. “And shy. Sooner run away than look at ya.”
“Mama says you’re still shy, Pa.”
“Eh.” Mac shrugged. “Point is, everypony is little once, and just once. Don’t rush growin’ up. Ain’t as much fun bein’ big. Little ponies get to play outside, and bake with Granny, and read stories with Ma-”
“And catch fireflies!” Peachy interrupted, brimming with enthusiasm. “Little ponies get to go explorin’, and read comic books, and and eat zap apple candy, and-”
Mac listened to his daughter rattle off examples, bouncing on her hooves with newfound joy. “And draw with crayons, and listen to radio with Granny, and-” Her voice was suddenly interrupted by a thunderous growl from her stomach. She glanced back at him, cheeks crimson.
“And go eat lunch back in the house.” He finished.
“….and get carried home by Pa?” She asked, peeking at him shyly.
Mac regarded his daughter with a warm smile. He stood to his hooves, then knelt so she could clamber up onto his back.
“Eeyup.”
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can’t sleep, draw ponies
dads and daughters will never not be a favorite subject of mine
also, lookit wee Peachy Keen
she is the daughter of Big Mac and his wife Cheerilee, to all ya’ll new to the party
ruinedchildhood