P1nball-c0la - The Strange Boy From 1982

wanting to talk to people is so fucking embarrassing. literally hi it's me again I wanted to have a conversation with you because I think you're fun to talk to. oh god you can just fucking kill me if you want sorry

I wanna go play Silent Hill but Ah! The Hour! The Sounds! This is no time for Silent Hill

When writing a time travel fic with poor memory, you get so wrapped up in the people interacting and making sure the technology and clothing and such is all in the correct time (or in the correct decades in the case of what I’m writing) that you forget the time machine that you made is an abandoned photo booth in the employees only room of an arcade that is only activated because the character kicks the button on accident

Reblog to give the person you reblogged from the ability to finish their WIPs

At a family gathering recently my family was discussing cars and my dearest mother brought up my dream car, a conversation that went something like

Mother dearest: "[Sigh] He wants a Cadillac-"

Me, in a different room clicking away at my old apple computer that's about the weight of a gas tank: "A 1985 CADILLAC ELDORADO COUPÉ, MOTHER!"

Please note, I'm not at all a car person, I only recognise cars that people within my family have owned, and even then I don't know all of them

Oh, but I know the cadillac. That caddie and that one alone. I will drive that one day. It will handle like a boat, I'll definitely go to car shows with it, and I'm sure people will are going to ask why the hell I want it in the first place, but I'm determined.

See this is the life advice one should follow while getting dressed, doing anything creative, and making purchases

Before you post, think:

Is it groovy

Is it smashing, baby

Is it shagedelic

Does it give you mojo

Does it make others randy

I just wanna know if love wins before America loses

you know the drill, op disabled reblogs etc etc etc

Listening to the Marvin's Marvelous Mechanical Museum cassette is all fine and dandy until you get to the end of Hidden In The Sand and the prolonged silence lets you feel safe and then Mucka Blucka catches you like a baseball to the teeth