A built-in remedy for Kruschev and Kennedy

It’s like they both gently glided past each other’s trained/situational paranoia by virtue of a fantastic combination of ‘I need a fake husband/wife right now’ and ‘how much physical lethality do normal people have again?’ and ‘oh they’re really soft and cute and look out for their family, they must be a nice safe person’ and ‘also they’re casually and instinctively nice to me, and they absolutely wouldn’t be if they knew what I really am, but it’s sort of nice while they’re oblivious?’

Like, he shows up to her party covered in blood, and she kneejerk instinctively catches a flung tray with her foot, and they just … draw no inferences whatsoever from any of it. At all.

They’re incredibly competent and incredibly broken morons and they’ve accidentally perfect-stormed each other, and it’s beautiful.

Meanwhile, Loid has also acquired an incredibly broken absolute moron of a telepathic orphan who is desperately pretending to be normal, not telepathic, and also about two years older than she actually is in order to be adopted by the spy-trying-desperately-to-be-sociopathic-about-this while simultaneously trying not to realise that he would die for her literally five minutes after meeting her. And the telepathic five year old is the only one who knows what’s going on. At least to the limits of how much a five year old, telepathic or otherwise, understands anything that’s going on.

I’m two episodes in and this show is already the absolute perfect storm of ‘found family made up of absolutely broken, competent and adorable idiots who all think they’re worthless but would die for any of the others immediately and without so much as blinking’, while also simultaneously being a perfect storm of ‘spies, assassins, child experimentation, identity porn, explosively lurking secrets and lies’ AND ‘slice of life fake dating romance with adorable idiot child shenanigans’.

I got a tumblr, it really was quite great

I blog about a lot of things, but mostly what I ate.

I thought it was a sweet gig, it really was quite cushy.

I signed up on tumblr, I didn’t know what to expect.

I thought I could just post and not worry about being fact checked

But once my posts went viral, no one saw my genius

I’m a YA book author, I have a tumblr too

I post a lot of info, for my tumblypoos

But then one day my time was up, I read it on the clock

i made a tumblr, and it didnt go great

whenever i make a post, all i get is hate

arguing with strangers, it really is a slog

One day I made a Tumblr, now I've been here ten years,

I've stayed through every update that left the userbase in tears,

And I don't regret a second, for here's the truth, you see:

For my nominations, I’m putting up:

If you eat a chocolate bar a very specific way, you will break physics and get infinite chocolate.

or

It is impossible that you spelled “Berenstain Bears” wrong and is, instead, more likely that the universe fractured into separate, overlapping realities in the last 20 years.

“Bitch, That’s the Tubby Custard Machine” (http://imgur.com/gallery/IObQF)

infinite chocolate hack

berensta/ein bears (mandela effect)

mri scan walking dead gif

train gif brain thinks you died

tubby custard machine

horse dildo

moonmelon (and variations)

alexandria’s genisis

bird chocolate fountain og post

soap shrinks water molecules

we are killing the earth

ham on dog

tequila isnt a depressant

earth is lumpy

joker without makeup

voldemort fetus

two way mirror og post