you ever dip your entire oreo in milk except for the part where youre holding it and feel like thetis dipping newborn achilles into the river styx leaving him invulnerable everywhere except for his heel
AHEM speaking as a grad student from the University of Wisconsin, NONE OF THE PEOPLE THERE BELIEVE IT EITHER, PLEASE DO NOT BLAME BARRY FUCKING POWELL ON US.
also he isn’t even at the uw anymore, he retired early to write really bad poetry and live in a yurt, and I swear to god I wish I were making this up
When a character doesn’t realize they’ve been, like, shot or whatever and they hand brushes against their side and comes away wet with blood, and they’re just staring at it like wtf is this and then their knees just totally give out on them and they sink down, maybe gasping a little as the reality finally hits them. That’s good stuff.
I see that, and raise you a character who knows they’ve been shot, but waits until the rest of their crew is out of sight to put their hand against the slowly spreading stain of blood on their shirt, then trying to steady their breathing so they can follow without letting on how injured they are.
Okay but like the character who doesn’t realize they’ve been hurt trying to see if everyone else is okay only to slowly realize that everyone is looking at them with mounting horror. Then they touch their side to find it’s wet and oh no
all 3 of you are evil but i admire, respect, and fear you
I just had this realization that Kit Kats used to be wrapped in foil and have paper labels and I’m reeling that I remembered this and that I lived through the transition to plastic wrappers.
My mind is actually blown like…I can’t complete I forgot that
Whoa. You conjured memories I didn’t know I even had.
this image catapulted my consciousness into my seven year old body