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So, in the wake of reading this terrifying shit, Postcard and I started chatting, as you do, about the zombie apocalypse. Here are some things Postcard and I enjoy: zombie media, common sense, and YELLING ABOUT STUFF. Thus, for your reading pleasure, please enjoy our simple twenty-step guide to NOT DYING in the unlikely event that a zombie apocalypse ravages humanity:
- IN THE EVENT OF AN ACTUAL APOCALYPTIC SITUATION, ASSUME THAT THE FOLLOWING THINGS ARE GOING TO STOP WORKING: running water (this includes toilets); anything that relies on electricity (this includes gas pumps); anything that relies on natural gas lines (this includes gas stoves/central heat); basically, anything that relies on there being a factory of some variety at the other end of thing you want to make do stuff. THAT’S ALL GONNA BREAK. THIS INCLUDES THE INTERNET. Thus, the most important thing to do in the event of a zombie apocalypse is:
- RESEARCH. For as long as you possess the internet, do everything you can to learn as much as possible. Research edible/medicinal plants (or seriously, go into a bookstore and loot your shit a guidebook, they’re not large, they sell little tiny ones, you can put it in your pocket, WHY DOES EVERYONE IN EVERY ZOMBIE MOVIE NOT DO THIS). Research, from available information, how the zombies work/which of their senses are functional—for example, if they operate largely by smell, you want to work on smelling not alive. If they operate largely by sight, DON’T LIGHT FIRES AT NIGHT. And speaking of fires…
Wow that’s amazing, I thought it was fake after seeing them draw on the paper. That alone is ingenious.
what the hell
oh my gOD
i was already dead at the dance dance revolution part
oh man this looks awesome
Today
8PM EST
Experience it with the fandom
Then join us for the flailing and fallout
Klaine AU | where the principal in Dalton tells Blaine that he’ll have a new roommate, but Blaine is not really happy about this, until the boy, Kurt Hummel walks into the office, and Blaine kind of falls in love with him
“Mr. Anderson,” Principal Brookey began. “I understand that you do not have a roommate?”
“No, sir,” Blaine answered, hesitant. He did not like where this was going.
Principal Brookey sensed his unease, and cut to the chase. “We have a new transfer student coming in today, and as you may already be aware, the dormitories are overbooked this year. The only room left to put him is in-”
“Mine?” he finished, trying his best to hide his frustration. He loved having his own space; it was perfect for studying, or just goofing off by himself. Now he would be stuck with someone who he’d never met before, probably had horrible cleaning habits, and knew nothing of his own living patterns. He was going to have to start doing his homework in the library and spending more time in his friends’ rooms if this transfer student turned out to be-
“And here he is now!”
In walked an angel.
No, not an angel. But as close to one as any human being could possibly get. His skin was fair, flawless, like moonlight; his brunette locks had faint natural highlights that made Blaine want to run his fingers through them; those eyes were blue, green, silver, so expressive. The stranger gave a tiny smile, the edges of his thin pink lips curling upwards in the most beautiful way. Blaine tried to smile back, but his face felt numb. Unresponsive.
“Mr. Anderson, meet Kurt Hummel. Mr. Hummel, this will be your roommate, Blaine Anderson.”
“Hello,” Kurt greeted, holding out a hand. It looked so soft, and fragile, like one wrong move could turn it to butter.
After a second, he realized that he’d just been staring blankly at the hand. “I- Hi!” he fumbled, quickly shaking the preferred hand. Oh god it really is soft how does he do that he must have some special type of lotion- Pull yourself together! “Welcome to Dalton, Kurt.”
The new student’s smile turned almost a little playful. “I’m sure I’ll enjoy it here…”
“I’m sure you will, too.”
Principal Brookey looked between the two boys, baffled, wondering what on Earth he was missing.
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