This Popcorn Needs More Salt

So my life consists of many things. I have a gluten and dairy issue which I moan about often, I'm doing a BA (Mus) which I also moan about often, I post photos of myself which you can find here, I posted a video of me juggling here, and I make cards for people that I meet on the internet.

I like anime, videogames, cakes, kittens, green-tea, funny things, the people I follow.

I live in Australia, I'm 24, and I take the train heaps.

Nice to meet you, let's hang out sometime.

I met my wife at a Star Trek convention. She was study abroad from France and spoke little English, and I didn’t know a lick of French. So, for the first few months of our relationship, we communicated by speaking Klingon.

Hear more tales of nerdery in this week’s Pwn Up! (via dorkly)

Okay I’m not even a Star Trek fan but that’s beautiful.

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Gpoy - happy good Friday everyone!

nohighs:

YOU REALLY THINK A FUCKIN PANCAKE IS GONNA FIX THIS HEATHER

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katelinnea:

nedian:

I love when cats decide they love something.

That is a very patient bunny.

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hello are you a ufo

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johnzilla87:

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angryginger:

- “A Cat’s Guide To Taking Care of Your Human” [x]

I don’t even like cats and this is cute.

Ze Frank is the fucking best!

Jamie Oliver’s Moroccon lamb pastillas, so good.

Yesterday there were pelicans on the jetty and it freaked me out, because when I was younger a pelican put me in his beak and now I hate them.

Cool story, bro.

Asker Anonymous Asks:
What were you like as a child/teenager?
alltimebestfriend alltimebestfriend Said:

acqua--profonda:

very obedient and conscientious, my parents mostly talked to me as if i were a grown up so i thought i was one, i had a box of plastic figurines - disney princesses and sesame street characters and so on, and they all had personalities (big bird was, for whatever reason, the grandma) and i used to line them up in very specific arrangements. i once made my pa laugh like a kid when i said “sheila”, i would have been about three. when i was seven i won a competition when i wrote a story about two friends on board the titanic. when i was eight i wrote to colin thiele and he wrote back. my mum was sick a lot, her specialist was named gideon and he looked exactly like a doctor looks, he had thin hairy wrists and curly dark hair and wire-rimmed glasses and hangdog eyes. st v’s was full of smackies and everything happened in the open, so he used to treat her at a smaller hospital about forty minutes from our house, it was on the edge of a creek with lots of eucalypts, the hospital was so small there wasn’t a cafeteria but there was a fishtank by the entrance and i used to walk my sister there to give my parents some time alone. the fish were not exotic. there were two angelfish and lots of smaller ones, silver and blue. in high school i was mostly good, i did ballet and netball and amnesty international and cross country and so on, two or three mornings a week i had to be at school for early-morning dance aerobics rehearsals and we all shivered in the cold gymnasium with its unforgiving floor, i got As, i drifted so bad in english classes i thought i’d go nuts with it, sometimes my teachers let me do the vce work but it always ended up just being extra because i’d still have to complete the year 9 or 10 assessments for report-writing, at lunchtimes we sat in the bike shed at the back of the oval away from the wind, they used to keep old theatre set-pieces there and we climbed on them to sit, the teachers never came by on yard duty because we were not the kinds of girls to smoke cigs and do unwholesome test-kisses or test-hands on each other, i liked assemblies because i could daydream, i liked our school preacher because he was an ex-bikie who was very openminded, gentle the way anglicans are, we did “ethics” classes and he talked about euthanasia and abortion and cults and mind power and i thought he was cool, he sort of looked like the fat controller and he had a great speaking voice, i read the newspapers every day, i used to go to the football with my dad, i got my first job when i was 13 so i could go and visit my childhood best friend, who lived in missouri, i went when i was 15 and i saw the snowy miswest and i didn’t forget it, once tasha and jasna and i met clare bowditch at a gig and we were so shy we almost didn’t talk to her, we were shy babies, my family was pretty poor for a lot of years and so all our holidays were driving holidays and i loved looking out the window and thinking up movies in my head, once walking home with tasha we nicked some figs from a neighbour’s branch overhanging a laneway and they were the best, in year 12 we studied 1984 and our teacher made us “live” the text, i got good grades so i was in the inner party and also the junior anti-sex league so i had to wear a red identifying sash. on school camp that year i brought red lipstick and got some of the gals to wear it and out english teacher was supposed to penalise it in the context of it being technically sexcrime, but he just laughed

New spics and specs is really upsetting me.
It’s just not right.

awwww-cute:

I shouldn’t have built the ramp for him. Now he thinks he owns the pool and gets on the raft by himself. Here’s Patch caught just chillin’

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portalgifs:

NO BUT YOU ALL NEED TO UNDERSTAND HOW FUNNY THIS IS THEYRE LITERALLY FILLING A ROBOT WITH BULLETS, LIKE BULLETS THAT YOU FIRE FROM A GUN. NOW NORMALLY FIRING A GUN TRIGGERS THE BULLET TO EXPLODE CREATING A PRESSURE THAT CAUSES THE TIP OF THE BULLET TO BE FORCED OUT OF THE BARREL AT A HIGH SPEED. 

WHaT CAVE JOHNSON’S TURRET’S DO IS LOAD A TON OF FUCKING BULLETS INTO THE CASE OF THE SENTRY LIKE IT”S A GODDAMN GUMBALL MACHINE AND THEN USE A FUcKIN SPRING LOADED PISTON TO FIRE IT THAT IS SO UNNECESSARY AND INEFFECTIVE LIKE NO WONDER CHELL CAN RESIST SO MANY BULLETS THE LIKELIHOOD ITD CAUSE ANYTHING MORE THAN A BAD BRUISE IS LIKE ONE IN A HUNDRED

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