I’ll not answer to “Hello”’s “His”’s and similar asks, statements and greetings in my ask box. I can’t work with it.
I don’t understand anything
but I am reblogging it
im going to kick your ass
Scientists have studied your ass for centuries, then sent me back in time to kick it!
And remember kids, do NOT launch Autodesk Maya and Autodest 3DS MAX simulteanously… ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU HAVE SOURCE FILMMAKER ALREADY UP!
I think my PC died for like a minute,
Sephiroth didn’t kill Aerith.
Sephiroth impaled her through a region of the body that doesn’t completely destroy vital organs (at most damage to the liver/ and large intestine)
Also no blood is lost in the scene so no major blood vessels are damaged.
Her spine was severed at a point where the brain still functions to control the heart and lungs, however it paralyses her in the legs and abdomen (which is why she slumps over)
Do to immense pain and swelling of blood vessels do to being impaled, she falls unconscious though still alive.
When laid to a watery rest she immediately sinks (but dead bodies float) Implying body muscle tension is disrupting buoyancy.
Cloud drowned Aerith.Could have just used a Pheonix Down
Why is Garen and Lulu so huge. Like, Lulu is nearly as big as Caitlyn, and then Garen is nearly twice as big as Caitlyn.
I like how he’s looking over at Lulu like, “What in the name of…”
Yeah, and the other Gman is like “Better not turn around or the bear will eat me”
Why is Garen and Lulu so huge. Like, Lulu is nearly as big as Caitlyn, and then Garen is nearly twice as big as Caitlyn.
Genetically Modified Berry compared to Organic Berry:
Note that the modified specimen is bloated to about 3 times the mass of the common berry. Advanced rot has set in prior to maturity and tests revealed 78% more lactic acid in the modified organism.
Upon contact with the modified berry, the picker’s hands exhibited a rash which is clearly visible on the fingers and should not be mistaken for juice stains acquired during picking. While the common berry, of course, has no ill effects on the skin, the modified organism had an effect similar to poison oak and swelling set in shortly after the photo was taken. The discoloration and pain lasted approximately 12 hours with treatment including Neosporin and Syrup of Ipecac.
At 16 hours the specimen went missing and could not be monitored for decay rates. While the common berry remained, the modified berry was spotted the next Tuesday at the corner of Wallace and 12th St. Having grown another meter and a half, the genetically modified berry murdered two prostitutes and became the target of a cross country manhunt. It was last seen on February 20th in Boulder, CO where it has joined with several bananas from the Monsanto corporation and stolen at least two shotguns from the Boulder Police Department.
A manifesto was released online suggesting that the berries intend to strike at our nurseries, killing our young and replacing them with further modified organisms which we will raise as our own. They also intend to “free their enslaved brothers” by treating common fruits and possibly vegetables with mutagens.
The head of the FDA could not be reached for comment as he has gone missing. Only a glass of unidentified red fluid was found in his office, labeled “Extra Pulp”.
Since when did facts-i-just-made-up write SCPs?
Since 1987 when, after years of fruitless facting that yielded not a single follower, I decided to sell my soul in whatever way I must to gain followers.
Naturally, my first choice was to sell my soul to Satan. I began to study Crowley and LaVey, Agrippa, Paracelsus, all the usual suspects. None revealed a means to contact the devil. Until that is, I found an odd book in one of my usual bookstore haunts. It wasn’t in the occult section, it had been filed in history. A little leatherbound duodecimo called “The Order of Glass”. It sounded fun and it was just under $7 so I bought it and dug in.
The text was miniscule and nigh illegible but what really caught me were the illustrations. Occult sigils and symbols like the Key of Solomon or any other grimoire. Cool stuff, so I read the text right around it with a magnifying glass. One of the pages depicted a sickeningly distorted face. Beneath it was, in plain English, a summoning spell. One only had to paint the face on a wall, douse it with milk, and recite a simple phrase, “Maloso vobiscum et cum spiritum”.
It was so simple I figured I’d give it a shot. I painted the horrifying visage, threw the milk and said the words. To my shock and despair, a being appeared before me. I was scared to the end of my wits, I hadn’t drawn a protective circle nor for that matter did I really believe that deeply in what I was doing, long since had it degenerated into an amusing hobby. But there it was before me, ten mouths, five horns, sixteen eyes and an utterly tasteless Gucci cardigan.
Thankfully the being was benign. It asked me clearly, in English, what I wanted. Remembering my old useless blog, I asked for followers. Thousands of them. The being laughed. “You have no followers,” it gurgled, “Because Tumblr won’t exist until 2006.” The truth of it hit me, it was all so clear! Back in those days before internet it was impossible for anyone to follow my fact blog, which had in all honesty been scrawled onto napkins which I then threw away.
Long story short, I am why Tumblr exists. I called it into being with the help of that ancient demon just to get followers. And now, with 22,222 of them, I can no longer claim my wishes are not granted. That’s the scary bit you see- Nothing comes free from the underworld. I had to make a promise to get what I wanted. A sacrifice. And to justify such a feat, I had to offer a gigantic sacrifice. Specifically, 22,222 souls.
And so we come to it: I promised the demon yours. All my followers. All my friends. You can feel the sulphur demons now, touching the back of your neck with their primordial ether fingertips. Caressing forth the soul out of the back of your spine. You were always destined to meet the fate to which I condemned you. They have waited decades for tonight.
“SCP” means creepypasta right? Because if it doesn’t I just wasted 10 minutes.
my mum said if this post gets to 100,000 notes then she might get me a new laptop
seriously though, my laptop is in terrible condition:
*sobs quietly*
okay so my laptop keeps crashing and overheating [the heat of one thousand suns is currently coming out from the bottom], the track pad barely works, and it’s extremely slow. please help me :——(ok you’re getting a new laptop
I didn’t reblog the fluffy chicken, I will reblog your plea for help for a new laptop, because no one deserves a laptop that bad.
What the fuck did you do with that thing, throw it against a wall and then kick it down the stairs?
