I'm About To Wii Sports Resort To Violence

Lol I have had it LOTS of times. During hurricane Katrina(?) I was like 4-5 years old and it was terrible. I stepped on a lego. But weirdly after some time my eyes became used to the dark and now gets sensitive with bright lights. I also slammed my face in wall too xD.

Haha! I'm sorry, but I laughed super hard when I read that you had stepped on a lego. That's gotta hurt.

tag your results!

I've been seeing @ask-drunk-chara getting a lot of anon hate. It was going on for about two weeks(?), and it got so bad that they had to turn off anon asking, and they don't know when they will turn it back on. THIS SHOULDN'T HAPPEN! Because of one (or more) a**hole, every person who doesn't have tumblr accounts that want to ask Hawker something, or even just want to say something nice, isn't able to.

Stop being that one person who ruins everyone else's fun and happiness. Instead, be the person who helps and supports the artist/writer/person you are following!

Aight this is serious you guys

I love you guys with all my heart. I really do. But if you send anon hate, I don’t care how much you are active on blogs, or how well I know you.

Anon hate WILL NOT BE TOLERATED

Now I trust you guys to be kind people and even if you don’t send asks of any sort that you will NEVER SEND HATE.

So if you do send anon hate, unfollow me RIGHT NOW. I don’t want to see you in my notes. This is a community of KIND SUPPORTIVE PEOPLE and I intend to keep it that way.

Too many people have hurt themselves over insensitive comments. Too many people have considered suicide over hateful words. I will not allow it to continue any longer.

If you do not support anon hate please reblog.

I can’t watch anyone else on this site get hurt guys.

Please.

Super excited! My sister and I are going to have a movie night.

22 days remaining until Steven Universe: The Movie

I'm curious

Specify any specifics in the tags, don't yell at me, there's only like 12 slots and I tried my best.

How come semi trucks in Europe look like “toot toot :)” and in North America they look like “HONK HOOOOOOOONK >:|”

so, like, what do you think about chihuahuas???

They are a lovely and very underrated fish

There needs to be a LOT more notes for this. Please reblog!

🚨 The FCC plans to kill net neutrality on December 14 🚨

It’s real simple: ISP lobbyists are pushing the FCC to kill net neutrality so phone and cable companies can block apps, slow down websites, and charge fees to control what you see and do online.

Our only chance is congressional pressure and legislative action. But we need grassroots support. Tell your representatives that you support “Title 2” rules and ask for their help protecting a free and open internet.

Go to Battle For The Net to be connected to your congresspeople. 

Any kind. And if you feel like it put in thr tags your favorite kind/ why you dont.

One Fresh, No Fresh (Chapter 5)

Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait, I couldn’t figure out how to end this chapter. I also didn’t have a lot of free time, due to having a project in my digital media class. But hey, look! It’s here! I also did that city because I remembered that video of the hot air balloons that CQ did, right here. This is also the longest chapter I’ve ever done, ahead of chapter 4 by 30 words. But without any delay, lets get to it!

Fresh, Geno, and Error belong to @loverofpiggies

MommaCQ and herself belong to @alainaprana

Other characters and story belong to me, @leiselpizzatale

Fresh looked to the side, reading the sign that said, “Welcome to New Mexico.” Even if he was only a skeleton, he felt butterflies where his stomach should be. During the ride, he just felt empty, like he was before he... Fresh shook his head. Nope. Not going to think that right now.

Looking at the road, Fresh reached Alaina with one hand, shaking her. Alaina groaned, before mumbling, “Are we there yet?”

Fresh chuckled, saying, “Not yet. Mah house is in Albuquerque.  I just wanted some company right now.”

Alaina smiled. “You got butterflies in your stomach or something?”

Fresh chuckled. “Jokes on ya, I have no stomach.” He then lifted his shirt, revealing his spine, no stomach to be found. He then started blushing, before letting go of his shirt, putting his hands on the wheel, silent.

After taking a huge breath, he said, “What would they think of me, when they see me?”

Alaina chuckled, saying, “Well, I bet your mother would be so happy that your home. She would also see how much of a gentleman you are. I bet Error would be surprised at how much you can feel now.” She sighed, saying, “And I bet Geno would feel accomplished, because he never gave up on you.”

“You don’t know that.” Fresh mumbled.

“I don’t. But it’s better to think of the best, instead of the worse.”

Fresh smiled. She was right. He shouldn’t feel so depressed. He was going to see his family, and he had nothing to worry about. He was just going to meet his family. It’s not like they were going to kill him or anything. Error on the other hand…

Fresh shook his head. No, he wasn’t going to go there. Ugh, he needed to sleep a bit. “Hey Alaina, can you drive for a while? I’m starting to feel tired.”

“Sure Fresh. I’ll wake you when we get to your hometown.”

So, after switching seats, Fresh laid back, wanting to rest for what will happen.

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“Fresh, wake up. We’re here.” Fresh opened his eye sockets, wincing at the bright light of the sun. He lifted his seat, so he could sit upright, yawning as he did so. Looking out, he saw that they just passed the toll booth and were on the edge of town.

“Hey, let me drive. It’s mah turn.”

After switching, Fresh drove, until he stopped in front of a house.

“Is this your house?” Alaina asked.

“Nah, “Fresh replied. “This is my Uncles’. Hopefully, he didn’t move or anything.”

Turning off the ignition, Fresh got out of the car, before heading to the door, Alaina following him. Once at the door, he knocked it, doing the ‘shave and a haircut’ one. In the house, he heard a muffled “Coming!” before the door opened.

“Hey Error, your pre-“ Asy said, before stopping, seeing Fresh. For a while, neither of them moved nor spoke, just staring into each other’s eyes.

Their staring contest broke when Asy shook his head, pinching in between his eye sockets, whispering “Please don’t let this be a hallucination." Then, Asy reached out, knocking against his skull.

“Knock knock”

Fresh, confused, said, “Who’s there?”

“Noog”

“Noog who?”

Then, Asy grabbed Fresh’s arm, pulling him close, before yelling, “NOOGIE!” Right away, he started rubbing his fist on top of Fresh’s head. Fresh gave a yell, shouting, “Uncle Asy, no! Don’t noogie me!”

Asy laughed, saying, “Nope! This is your punishment for suddenly disappearing for 13 years with no contact!” He then looked up, seeing Alaina, who was laughing at them. “And who is this lovely lady?”

Seeing him distracted, Fresh pulled out of Asy’s arms. Breathing heavily, he replied, “This lady, Uncle Asy, is mah fiancée.”

“Ooh, how fancy,” Asy said, “Well, don’t want a pretty lady like you to keep standing. Come in, come in. I’ll get something for you to drink.”

While following Asy to the living room, Alaina turned to Fresh, whispering, “Is he always like this?”

Fresh shook his head, saying, “Only when he’s in a good mood,”

Alaina giggled, saying, “Does he hurt himself when he’s in a good mood? I’ve seen all those bandages and scars and- Fresh?” Alaina looked back to Fresh, who stopped, looking down. “Fresh, what’s wrong?”

Fresh looked at Alaina, a serious look on his face, before saying, “He doesn’t hurt himself when he’s in a good mood. He only does it when he’s in a terrible mood. Promise me, Alaina, that you wouldn’t ask him about his scars.”

Alaina nodded, before sitting down on the couch. Asy then went into the room, a cup of water in each hand, while another is floating next to his head.

“Here you are, “Asy said. After saying thank you, Alaina took a cup, before started drinking.

After Fresh took a sip of his own cup, he asked, “Hey, Uncle Asy? I heard ya saying somethin’ ‘bout Error at the door?”

Sitting down, Asy replied, “Yeah. Since you left, Error has been going fishing with me. It’s very relaxing. It’s almost time to go to fishing, anyway.”

As if saying his name will summon him, a doorbell rang, before they heard, “Come on Uncle Asy! We better go, if we want to even get a bite!”

Quickly, Asy pushed Fresh and Alaina into his bedroom. Before closing the door, Asy said, “Stay in here until we both leave. Then, you can watch T.V. until I come back. I usually drop him off at his house, so don’t worry.”

Closing the door, Asy walked into the living room, grabbing the fishing box while doing so. Opening the door, he stopped Error's hand from knocking on him instead.

“Are ready to go fishing?” Asy asked.

Error smiled, saying, “Yup! Let’s go!” before running to the car. Chuckling, Asy followed.

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“He’s not coming back, is he?”

Asy jolted awake, almost dropping his fishing pole. “Huh? What was that, Error?”

Error reeled in his line, before throwing in the pond again. “Fresh. He’s never coming back, is he?”

Asy just smiled, saying, “He’ll come back before you know it.” He didn’t like lying, but he wanted Fresh coming back to be a surprise.

“YOU DON’T KNOW THAT!” Error yelled, throwing the entire pole into the pond. He then fell to his knees, tears in his eyes. Asy bended down, rubbing Error’s back.

“It’s all my fault.” Error whimpered out.

“No it’s not, it’s not anyone’s fault, “ Asy told Error.

“Yes it is,” Error said. “If I didn’t make him promise, none of this would ever happen. Now he’s probably in an alley, starving to death, too weak to call for anyone.”

Asy then bended down farther, and then hugged Error. “You know that he’s smart. He’s probably at a very fancy job, making lots of money. Besides, you would never know what would’ve happened if he doesn’t. Geno could’ve died by his sickness, maybe not. You never know what can or can’t happen if you somehow change what your actions are.”

After thinking a bit, he asked, “Remember that movie I made you watch when you were kids, ‘Back to the Future’?” Error nodded. “Well, it’s exactly that. With him going back to 1955, Marty’s own mother loved him more than his father, and he needed to do that plan with his father to get her to love her future husband instead. But, then Biff came, and almost ruined the entire plan. They never thought to bring Biff in the picture. Time is a hard and complicated thing. But we have to go through it, just like ever hard thing in life.”

After a couple minutes of silence (besides Error crying), they pulled away, Error wiping a tear from his eye socket. “Thanks Uncle Asy. I needed that.”

“Not a problem Error. Now, “ Asy looked into the pond, “Now, Let’s go get that fishing pole.”

"Okay." Error said. Then, something popped in his head. "Hey, whose car was that in front of your house?"

Asy was half-way to pulling his shirt off when Error asked. "Wha- What do you mean?"

"Yeah, there was a car in front of your house. Who's was it?"

Nervously, Asy replied, "Oh! That! Um, I think it was one of the neighbor’s friends or something. Don't worry; I'll file a complaint later." He chuckled.

Error has a feeling like his Uncle was lying, but couldn’t put his finger on why he was lying. Faking a chuckle, he replied, “Alright. And while you do that, I’ll go get our fishing pole.”

Uncle Asy, what are you hiding?