bogleech:

tonilstark:

condescending-fuckface:

tentaclerapper:

methylbenzene:

when i was little and my parents were driving id pretend there was a man/being/thing running alongside the car who had to follow certain rules like “he can only travel by jumping from streetlight to streetlight” or “he can only walk on fences”

i was so surprised to find out that other people did similar things

i wonder what the underlying psychology behind it is

like its a really specific thing to do but almost everyone did it without telling other kids about it because we all thought it was probably weird or unimportant

I never did this and wow I can’t even tell you how creepy this is to me.

I thought I was the only one.

Yeah a huge portion of people have this imaginary traveler or car-chaser.

To this day, even when I’M driving, a part of my mind imagines something is hopping and running alongside the car, dodging or simply chopping through every street sign and telephone pole.

Sometimes I find myself twitching the muscles in my hand or foot with every “jump,” like I’m controlling the being in a video game.

I can’t believe all these other people did something so identical to what I did as a kid.  My imaginary runner was a wild man who couldn’t run on anything man-made, jumping over things like streets and parking lots.  I followed his imaginary movement with my eyes and sometimes my hand.  He wore a knight helmet (one of those ones shaped like Darth Vader or the Shredder’s helmet) and nothing else.

(Source: whatgoesthroughmyhead)

Toys aren’t built to last.  That occurred to me last week when I was trying to assemble stuff to sell or give away to other children of the Eighties.  The toy boxes in my attic are full of pieces like these that have been kicking around loose for so long that I’ve forgotten what they originally went to.  I can only remember them as more or less useless pieces, yet I feel nostalgic about them in that respect.

sharkchunks:

nintendroid:

suppermariobroth:

Mario and Zelda lunchbox.

That’s not how you hold an NES controller, Mario. 

That’s not an NES controller though it looks more like…

THEY PREDICTED THE WII REMOTE!!!

I had this lunch box!  Second grade, probably.  It smashed into pieces, so I reverted to my sticker-covered Ghostbusters lunch box.  But before that happened, my friend gave me hell for calling Link “Zelda.” 

That’s right, I got Gannon-banned in second grade.

This picture made me laugh way too much.

These constipated Ninja Turtle figures were produced by Playmates in 1994.  They broke out of plastic eggs by snapping upward from a crouching position, hence the strange legs.

I made this, and I lived this.

That monster was a lot scarier the last time I saw it.