Mad Man's Words

I wonder if the people I randomly think about but never contact ever think about me.

In that vein, I also wonder if there are people who think about me but never contact me who never cross my mind.





im sitting here going “wow, high fantasy Dr Who would be great”

and I forgot completely about Battlefield

Does state of decay count?

yes, yes it does

and also maybe like Shadows of Avalon and…

who am I kidding,…

*Gif of Radagast*


So i got a new record player and instead of throwing it out I’m giving it away

What you get
My Old record player.. obviously
you’ll also get some vynals that i’ve acquired 2 copy’s of over the years
The records are:
The weight that you buried- Knuckle Puck
We don’t have each other- Aaron West and The Roaring Twenties
Home, like no place is there- The Hotelier
American Football 2 disk reissue- American Football
Sports- Modern Baseball
You’re gonna miss it all- Modern Baseball
Youth- Citizen
Letters home- Defeater
Take this to your grave- Fall Out Boy
Forgettable (signed by the band)- Sorority Noise
Dulce- Heart to Heart
Heart to Heart- 
Heart to Heart
The Greatest Generation- The Wonder Years
The Upsides- The Wonder Years
Suburbia I’ve Given You All and Now I’m Nothing- The Wonder Years

You must be following me at the time of the drawing unfollow after whatever
reblog as many times as you like
likes also count
winner will be chosen Aug 31st

I’m seeing the occasional “I wish I was at Comicon!” posts.

And I’m in that same position. I wish I were at Comicon.

I figured I’d do a throwback post to back in 2012— When I was at Comicon.

So, here’s a pic that makes me feel like I’ve gotten a little better looking over the years:

Was I hallucinating when I saw Ray in front of a screen that said “Star City” or does it look like they’re dropping the -ling?

It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.

A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening.

Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily.

You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth.

You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later.

Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage.

Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything.

I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it.

You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it.

Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today?

We shall see.

You’re Not Making The Most Of Your 20s, Ryan O’Connell  (via tiredestprincess)


There’s always that one shining moment where everybody is together and it seems like things are going to be ok and then it’s brutally snatched away from you. And I’m having trouble finding words for how sad and angry and betrayed I feel about that.

I feel like this describes most shows.

send me an age and ill tell you what i would have been blogging about when i was that old
Reblog if you want your followers to tell you who you’d be from one of your fandoms.







Wonderful idea.

I will be shocked if I get any tbh

Go for it

^^ agreeing with the comment two up

But pls send me asks

I See What You Did There


Apparently Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart exists in the Marvel universe. And he’s blond.



Seems Chris Claremont’s a Whovian- and the Brig is simply too awesome for one universe to hold him. Benton, meanwhile, is Benton no matter what universe he’s in.

[Uncanny X-Men #218]

Did this happen when Marvel was publishing Dr. Who comics?

Evil Genius

Evil Genius

Same as my URL.

I’ve developed a brand for myself for some reason.

What is love? Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me no more.

Eighth Doctor, Scherzo (via incorrectbigfinishquotes)

Charley Pollard, Scherzo

This is an angle of my face I’ve never posted before.

This is an angle of my face I’ve never posted before.