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May 18 2018



people putting clothes on taako and magnus: in character, ornately designed, genre-appropriate clothes.

people putting clothes on merle: fhfdhbabffucking uuuh…..crocks

Bold for you to assume that if given the chance Merle would wear clothes at all


hours and minutes are for normies. from now on we measure time exclusively in song lengths

for example, it took me approx. one beach life-in-death to do the dishes tonight 

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May 17 2018

SCP Foundation For Beginners


Since a lot of people are getting into WtNV and are interested in things similar to it, I figured I should make a compilation post about the SCP Foundation and some good entries to start with if you’re wanting to get into it and its own brand of weirdness but don’t really know where to start. So here! Happy reading my friends. 

Classic/Well-Known SCPs:



Personal Favorites:

Foundation Tales/Other:



Taako had some…odd ticks. Everyone who worked with him, even only briefly, noticed some of them.

When he sang a song that had more than one part, he would leave a space instead of singing the second part. Most of his travel companions eyed him oddly, wondering if he meant them to join in, but Taako kept going, only leaving just enough time for the duet. Merle and Magnus happily filled in, which felt…okay. Familiar, if not quite right.

Taako always referred to himself as “we”, which was easily brushed off and was not that odd, because Taako was nothing if not a diva. But those who got to know him better noticed he did it even when he wasn’t putting on an act. Even in the quiet peace of a moment of downtime, when Taako was almost calm. Magnus thought it was odd because most of Taako’s more divaish traits faded a bit when they were alone and tired.

Even before Sazed, when he was cooking for himself, Taako always made enough for two when he cooked. He laughed to himself and passed it off as not being able to judge portions, but he always got it right when he was cooking for a crowd, and later, for him and Sazed.

One had only been seen by Sazed, and he hadn’t cared. Taako, when he was just waking up and was puttering sleepily around the stagecoach kitchen, moved like there was another person sharing the space. He danced lightly out of the way of elbows that weren’t there and ducked slightly as he turned, as though avoiding a pan passing over his head on the way to the stove. After Glamoursprings, he didn’t go into a kitchen again until he spent almost 10 hours trying to make macarons for his new family in the Bureau of Balance, trying to cook around the bubbles of panic that kept rising to the surface. No one had been there that time but they probably wouldn’t have seen anything odd even if they had been. Taako’s rhythm was wrong and he was stumbling so there was no space made for the ghost.

On the run, Taako was jumpy and nervous and desperate for a familiar warmth at his back telling him it was okay because they were together. No one else noticed this one, but Taako did and he hated it. He’d always been alone before. He should be used to this.

Angus noticed things. Many things. He noticed that Taako moved like a part of an act. How he leaned towards a person that wasn’t there. How, sometimes, Taako started talking to himself like he expected someone to answer, before catching himself and going quiet, with a small frown and a shake of the head. Angus wasn’t an idiot. He was the World Greatest Detective. Someone was missing from the pair that Taako should have belonged to and he was going to find out who.

First of all how dARE






human: *is heating up food*

alien: why are you doing that?

human: you see i want the particles in my food to vibrate at just the right frequency

Human: *is eating ice cream*

alien: wait you forgot to make that one vibrate!

human: well, you see, not with this food

This one is already vibrating at he desired frequency, but if it starts to vibrate at a higher frequency I lock it back in the cold box.

Human: *just reheated pizza in the oven*

Other human: *is eating a slice of the same pizza, but cold*

Alien: *exasperated sputtering*

Human: shots! shots! shots!

Alien: this liquid has negligible nutritional value and, furthermore, contains some molecules that I believe are poisonous to your species.

Human: …look, sometimes we just like to gather in social groups and disorient ourselves

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me dissociating while waiting for my mom to pay on the register 

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it’s that time of year where i’m super busy doing work but i’m also super lonely and wanna spend time with friends but alas they are also busy so i guess i’ll be lonely 

Also group projects can Get Fucked


“Mate” is my absolute favorite word of all time:

  • Gender neutral
  • Friendly
  • Sound like a pirate
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Take care of yourselves, my friends


come into bed and listen to the rain with me


we’re sleepily making out on my bed in the late afternoon. you fall asleep on my chest, holding my hand. you look gorgeous when the sun light hits you.

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You know who you are.

That last frame! xD



1900 as a whole century is so wild to me like it started off without people having sliced bread and it ended with seinfeld on TV 


oh man this tea is delicious


May 16 2018


In Infinity War, when the army in Wakanda is charging forward to meet Thanos’s army, you see Steve and T’challa fly past everyone because they both run super fast. But Bucky is just as fast. And Bucky was not with them. Bucky looked at the army of weird alien monsters and thought to himself “I’m not in any hurry to get to that. I’ll jog it.”

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