lotrlockedwhovian:

lego-joker:

skull-bearer:

engine-red:

going-foresightseeing:

seerofsarcasm:

oxybelis:

starfishface:

elfuckinghomosexual:

lilpocketninja:

goddessofcheese:

This makes me want a video game about a zombie apocalypse that only affects men so it’s up to the housewives of 50s’ America to save humanity.

…saving this idea for class.

i would play the heck out of that game, it is an amazing idea.

Also can there be a character design screen so you can make your little housewife?

I think it’d be entertaining to see what guys could come up with for making their female-selves. If you ask me.

I would so play this game. 

I would suck at it but I would play it.

I’ve never played a zombie game, but you got me at 50’s.

Hngggggggg I love 50s clothes give it to me

OMG I already thought of some sort of premise:

In 1953 a certain laboratory on an undisclosed location developed a serum that could genetically modify humans, giving them enhanced speed, agility, strength, and brainpower.

Scientists found a way to modify the serum such that it could only activate itself in the presence of a Y chromosome, thus isolating the effects to men, mostly because of female discrimination at the time.

The serum was a success, and sales skyrocketed just a few weeks after its release.

What the developers did not anticipate, though, was the human body’s incapacity to handle the serum. The mental and physical over-exhaustion triggered a mental decay which starts out slow, but speeds up exponentially within a few months after usage of the serum. The brains of the users are left with only the most basic survival reflexes, transforming the users into strong, fast, agile, emotionless human shells, devouring any mobile life form in their path.

Bites from the affected individuals could place copies of the rogue serum into the bodies of the bitten, giving them the symptoms. Shortly after, the serum evolved into a sort of genetic virus, causing mental decay in just days. No one was safe. No one…

…except the women.

*cue in epic music*

Can you imagine the shitstorm this game would cause. I’d laugh pretty hard.

Would still play it though.

I just love the role reversal like the uninfected men would suddenly become this priceless commodity and would be told ‘no, no- stay at home and mind the kids, we can’t have you going out, it’s too dangerous,” and “What were you thinking trying to fix the car? Think of what could have happened! Take up knitting.”

Wait, if it’s 1950s America, does that mean you’ll be able to kill zombie Joe McCarthy and zombie Richard Nixon in a boss battle?

I wasn’t going to reblog this but holy shit. yasssss

Source: kellyreemtsen.com

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infernalhera:

  • You are in a fandom. You have never read, watched, or played the source material, but you have joined anyway.
  • The sidebar is disappearing. The top bar is disappearing. The word ”tumblr” is disappearing entirely. The void grows.
  • When you are vaguely disturbed by text, you feel the urge to add, “And now the weather” even though you don’t know what it means.
  • You used to love something. You cannot remember why. When you see it, you feel only vague dsdain.
  • Benedict Cumberbatch is here. He is always here.
  • Peope appeal to your heart to fight for a cause but your heart grows ever harder. You will not reblog it. You have no heart left.
  • You take up a cause. Any cause. You must have a cause to be relevant. You cannot get it wrong.
  • That meme has no origin. It was always there. The next meme will also be there, always there. They wait.
  • Everything is meta. Everything is meta.
  • “That feeling when…” No. You have no feelings left. You are a husk of repeated jokes and cats.
  • “Reblog if you are…” What are you anymore? Are you a person? A creature? An assemblage of animals in stolen skin?
  • Why did you do that? Aesthetic. Always, always aesthetic.
  • Where is the xkit guy? Where is your god now?
  • Where is the log out button. Why don’t we click it. We don’t know. We have forgotten we can leave. We have typed our own chains.

thebaronessofbooks:

broadwayandfandomsandfeelsohmy:

robottko:

tavoriel:

whimsybrain:

A group of Slytherin students camping outside the common room because the password is something bigoted and they refuse to say it

a group of Slytherin students having a sleepover in the Hufflepuff dormitory because the Hufflepuffs found out

A group of ravenclaw students trying to magically change the doors password when the hufflepuffs tell them

a group of Gryffindors trying to forcibly remove the door when they finally find out

This post got better since I’ve last seen it.