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dani-dear:

u ever have ocs that are like…ur main sorta “flagship” ocs? … ur iconic ocs, if u will…

So for the part B riff from Reptilia(after “You’re in a strange part of our town”) I always sing banana, banana, banana, banana,banana, banana , and so on so forth…

A photo of Willabee, a brown tabby cat. She is sitting on her hind legs with her paws up on a window, looking outside.

LOOKING

Flag of some middle eastern country probablyfrom /r/vexillologycirclejerk Top comment: Ha! I just bo

Flag of some middle eastern country probably

from /r/vexillologycirclejerk

Top comment: Ha! I just bought a ball cap with this flag on it JUST to troll Islamophobic ‘paytreeyots’. ::grin::
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princeinvicalum: Hi, I’m breaking my hiatus to post this up because the MV was superbly edited I lovprinceinvicalum: Hi, I’m breaking my hiatus to post this up because the MV was superbly edited I lov

princeinvicalum:

Hi, I’m breaking my hiatus to post this up because the MV was superbly edited I love the colour and concept and dammit Day6 yet another awesome Song!!

Please check out the MV !! 

Breaking Down // Day6


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pulledacross:

can’t wait to be annoying about doctor who in 2023, exactly ten years after the last time i was annoying about doctor who

so this episode broke my heart and then I broke it once again myself so this episode broke my heart and then I broke it once again myself

so this episode broke my heart and then I broke it once again myself


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goldensunset:

reblog game where you #cancel the previous person for something completely arbitrary

Cú Chulainn: Okay. I get it. You’ve had a really hard time lately, you’re stressed out, seven people died-

Láeg:Twelve, actually.

Cú Chulainn: Not the point. Look, they’re dead now and really whose fault is that?

Láeg:Yours!

Cú Chulainn: That’s right: no one’s.

Whumpee having their first hot meal in what feels like forever, wolfing it down so fast that Caretaker barely has time to protest that they’ll burn their mouth and hands

Marshmallow-Manju gave me the prompt ‘magic, snails, and bruised knuckles’ and this is what I came up with.

Making Friends

Matthew flicked the snail back into the cauldron and straightened his pointed hat with his other hand.  He squinted at the grimoire floating in front of his face.  

“Snips, and snails, and puppy dog tails…”  He muttered, turning the page with a flick of his wrist.  “That can’t be right…”

His mentor had told him to go out and make some friends his own age.

He had taken her advice to heart.

“Oh well.”

He stirred the bubbling pink mixture counterclockwise and lowered the heat until it popped and simmered and darkened.  It was almost red now.  He stood on his tiptoes and peered into the cauldron.  

He had never had a friend before.  His parents had brought him to the old witch when he was four years old and the magic started leaking out between his fingertips and toes.  He lived with her in a thatched hut in the forest and the children in the nearest village laughed whenever the two of them passed through with bundles of dried flowers and clinking, clacking bottles.

So he would just have to make a friend from scratch.

The cauldron started to tremble and shake and Matthew stepped back, raising his arms when it flashed a brilliant white, and tripping over the hem of his cloak.  He toppled backwards into shelves of mint and ragweed.  The jars crashed around him.

“Are you okay?”

Matthew gasped and pushed his hat back into place.  

There was a naked boy standing in the cauldron.  He was paler than he should have been, maybe, and his eyes were the same colour as the bubbling mixture but he was grinning at Matthew.  His elbows were scratched and rubbed raw and his knuckles were bruised.

He looked just like all the little boys in the village who fought and climbed trees and rolled around in the grass.

“Yes!” Matthew scrambled up and helped pull the boy out of the cauldron. “I’m sorry!  Are youokay?”

“I think so.”

Matthew draped his cloak over his shoulders.

“Do you have a name?”

“I don’t know.  Maybe.  I feel like I have a name.”

“You can pick!  My name is Matthew.  I didn’t get to pick.”

The boy closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again and cackling.

“Gilbert!”  He said.  “I feel like a ‘Gilbert’!”

“That’s a wonderful name.”

Gilbert put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest in pride.

“Of course it is.”

“Do you…”  Matthew bounced and fidgeted with nervous excitement.  He really liked Gilbert.  He wanted Gilbert to like him too.  “Do you want to be my friend?  I’ve never had a friend before.  You would be the first.”

Gilbert puffed up even more.

“Then I’m going to be your bestest best friend ever.”

My periods keep coming more frequently. Like kaiju. Manifesting an IUD appointment to cancel this apocalypse

ravingliberal:

If you were on Drunk History, what would you drink & what topic would you discuss?

Siege and Storm where everything is the same but instead of Sturmhond, Nikolai is Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate.

my dad came up with this completely unknowingly, i have to confess

Me this morning: haha covids not that bad I got this .

Me now:

The violin I ordered won’t be here until Saturday but when it gets here I can and will be a gremlin

lesbian-of-nine:

Taika Waititi is to lesbians what Ryan Reynolds is to straight men

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MORE FROM TWITTER. Here are some Komaris (and yamakoma for good measure) Both were from 69 min.


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