The Chicken of Hope

Screech | Post College | Writer | Fangirl

Last seen struggling to find employment in our capitalist society, writing, knitting, and RP-ing.

Just a tiny bit obsessed with this movie about giant robots punching giant monsters in the face.

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So earlier in the day I opened my webcam to see how ridiculous and lazy I looked, and then I realized I had company.

And on that day,

humanity received a grim reminder…

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brainbubblegum:

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I wasn’t able to draw at the time the Pacific Rim sequel was announced, so to compensate, I animated all the drift compatibles dancing horribly in celebration of the upcOMING ANIMATED SERIES 8V

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so-i-did-this-thing:

gatisss:

Some of my favourites from the Pacific Rim Meetup at DragonCon!

It us!

  • Me trying to express how I feel: Idk I just feel like...idk...idk man. Nvm I'm good.

nebachanezar:

The real plot line of 30 Rock.

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wildninjapanda:

What with your face.

chozoraptor:

wyvernsdreams:

If your count is higher than 719, then divide by 2 until you reach the first number to land in the 1 - 719 range and round up!

I’m currently a Treecko.

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I have no idea what this is, but apparently it me.

One of the things I love about conventions is how eclectic and open and accepting everybody is of whatever weird shit that you are into. Whether you’re a little kid or some dude who’s ninety-five; whether you spent two years building this awesome Grievous outfit that’s perfectly accurate or you just picked something up at the Walgreens, it’s all there. It is like there’s no judging of whatever thing you’re into, everyone’s included; everyone’s dressing the way they feel, the way they want to be. Why can’t life be like that? Why can’t we wear a cape to the office? Why can’t I have a tail? Why can’t I jump off of buildings, or at least pretend to? Why do I have to look like this? Why do any of us have to wear this uniform that is given to us by our society? Why can’t we choose that with other people, other friends, and make this our world? That’s what Comic-Con is to me; that’s what I love about it.

Happy Birthday Dee Bradley Baker! (August 31st, 1962)

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