Carlos stood on the front porch of the dusty old house with one had hovering over the doorbell. This, this was wrong. This was a terrible idea. This was illegal. His scientific brain carefully documented each and every reason about why he shouldn’t do this. And like the good scientist he was Carlos noted every single one of those reasons before deciding to ignore them. He may be a scientist, but he was also human. That weird radio host may think he was perfect but he wasn’t. The fact that he was here proved it. Carlos rung the doorbell only to have the door open a split second later.”Carlos!”Carlos felt his heart sink. No. Not him. Not now. Not like this. Before him stood the last person he wanted to see. Cecil ‘Tell Everyone I Chew Lavender Scented Gum As If I Had A Choice It’s Not Like The Stores Sell Normal Flavors Here’ Palmer. The radio host stood in the doorway, his eyes glowing in the dark of the night. If it were another set of circumstances Carlos would have loved to study those eyes. But considering the combination of smells wafting in behind Cecil he knew now was not the time."Mr. Palmer!" He croaked out. "Wh, what are you doing here?" Carlos looked around the porch, but he couldn’t see any of the normal badly-hidden SSP cameras or microphones. "I, I thought-""I hope you don’t mind, but Earl invited me to join in." Cecil purred. He honest-to-God purred. Carlos could not handle that. "Come on in, Mr. Scientist."They entered the hallway together, Carlos nearly stumbling over what he assumed to be Earl’s collection of boots. “Mr. Palmer.” He said as he closed the door. “Cecil. Look. I, I can explain. You know that even though I’m an outsider I’ve done everything I can to be an upstanding citizen. I’ve done my rituals, I’ve paid my blood tax, and, and-“"Shh." Cecil cut him off with a single finger pressed against Carlos’ lips. "Don’t worry. Not a word of this will get out, and Earl has most of the police under his thumb. They can’t help their cravings either, after all. So how about you relax and follow me?"The warmth of Cecil’s finger was still on Carlos’ lips as he followed the radio host. Somehow the way Cecil had said the word ‘cravings’ had shut Carlos’ brain down completely. He’d follow that man wherever he lead him. Like a loyal pup Carlos blindly followed Cecil as the radio host stepped into a room flooded with warm light. His eyes adjusted just in time to see the Scout Master standing next to the dining room table."Carlos!" Earl said with a large grin. "You’re just in time!"Carlos didn’t hear him.The vision of loveliness before him had made the whole world fade away.Pasta.Pasta! Fresh, made from scratch pasta! Garlic bread! Dinner rolls! Croissants! There was even a stack of grilled cheese sandwiches! Carlos sat down at the dining room table, no longer able to stand at the sight of wheat and wheat-by products."I hope you don’t mind that I invited Cecil." Earl said as he laded a heaping pile of spaghetti carbonara onto Carlos’ plate. "But the money you gave me for wheat-smuggling was enough to feed an army! Or in this case, two adult men and Cecil.""Save room for dessert." Cecil sat down across from Carlos. "Earl made like, five types of cake. And don’t get me started on his cookies!"
Carlos didn’t know what to say. With a smile on his face he took a bite of the first real pasta he’s had since the wheat ban. It cost him an entire paycheck, and it was totally worth it.
Bahhh, the world is problematic as is. I can’t worry about picking apart every little problematic thing in my favorite shows anymore. I like the thing. The thing is good. I enjoy the thing. The thing reminds me that there’s creativity and hope in this world, and sure, of course I recognize that the thing is problematic, but I like the thing, and so there.
Being good to each other is so important, guys.
Is that… is that even healthy?
There are sea organisms and fungi which glow in the dark and there’s fireflies and jellyfish which glow in the dark. It doesn’t do them any harm nor does it do the people around them any harm. I would say its pretty healthy, as well as it would mean more photosynthesis happening in cities which mean cleaner air.
I was just curious about how they were doing it and for some reason I didn’t think to click the link. But thanks! It makes more sense now. I was afraid it was some kind of chemical thing.
nah just genetic modification using existing bioluminescent genes. Genetics is really cool, and so is bioluminescence. I mean they’ve already made pigs glow using jellyfish genes and pigs are waaay more complicated than trees iirc. So they’re actually (i think) less likely to muck it up with trees.
In which case
(I like glowy things)
Can we talk about how Hairspray is a story where a not-conventionally-attractive girl gets the hot guy in the end without having to Become “Pretty.” Because we need more stories like that.
It’s also story about breaking down the barriers of racism which we also need more of.
And it’s about nice hair and cheesy dance moves, more things we need more of
It’s a movie where John Travolta plays a chic, which we need more of
this is not ok
telling time just got 300% more confusing
aesthetically interesting, cognitively nightmarish
Teacher: What’s the time?Me: *Mental breakdown*
It’s actually really simple. The thicker band is the hour marker and the thinner one is the minute. It WOULD be better if it had numerical markers on it though
Ah yes, the flute
that’s a trumpet
that is clearly a tuba.
tumblr is like this:
we should be like this:
why would a cool jock like me want to get along with nerds?
why do these all have different websites’ watermarks on them if they are from the same photoshoot
“Night falls. Day breaks. Evening howls. Morning gallops. Noon erupts. All of them, glancing fearfully, waiting to see what Midnight will do.”
This video is titled “SNAPE REALISES THE FUCKING CANDLES ARE FLOATING”
I cannot unsee this.