I am sittin’ right next to my air conditioner. Right next to it. It is on the lowest temperature on the highest damn speed, okay? Sixty-four degrees and it’s on turbo. What the fuck do I need to put this bitch on? Power Ranger?! [x]
Any salad can be a Caesar salad if you stab it enough
Have you ever seen brown eyes in the sun? You don’t always notice it at first but you’ll see that ‘brown’ no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There’s nothing boring about brown eyes, not even when the later hours encroach; they just turn into a sunset of their own.
driving past your old elementary school like
i apparently go to bird school
which is for birds
Never gets old
A greatly dramatized version of Ubisoft’s super-fun development choices.
It’s 2014, y’all. I can create robot ladies in Destiny. You can wear both genders’ clothing in the Saints Row games. Y’all had playable female characters in your multiplayer and you’re telling me now it’s too much work? For the protagonist of your story? On your dev team of several hundreds of people with nine studios working on it?
Ok. Sure, man.