sweet dreams R made of cheese who am I to disabrie

my cousins made fun of me last weekend because Chiefcake has a bed frame and I don’t

*producer about to make one of the worst seasons of television ever put to screen* surely writing purely in reaction to what the fans are saying on twitter will work out great for us this time

Today the weight of history rests upon the weary shoulders of the people of Clacton. All previous existence has labored clanking to this auspicious moment. They have a choice to make.

What they don't tell you about writing is that as you write, you discover scenes and entire plots that you hadn't accounted for that need to be written. So you can spend two hours writing and editing only to realise you're further away from the finish line than you thought you were when you started

“i love how we as a fandom have just agreed that–” don’t include me in this. do NOT lump me in with that.

>#I love how this gag would be funny at any point since the third century BCE

do u ever think about corn sweat; and the fact that a large percent of corn grown in Illinois, iowa, etc is grown for ethanol and biofuel; and how solar power would be so many times more effective per acre than this; and how like 90+% of so many rare ecosystems in those states was drained for farm and suburbs (in many cases previously farms).

AND you could still have native plants around and even under the solar panels.

When you see what they did to the Midwest you'll want to fucking kill the corn lobbyists with your bare hands

Best thing about pets is that sometimes you look up and see them. Glanced outside and a chicken was trotting past, clearly on some kind of mission. What kind of mission? No idea. Chicken business.