#2, Brute?
I made the ugliest noise.
It’s not even March. It’s literally more than 6 months till the ides of March. Why.
TODAY
[Image ID: A pencil holder shaped like a bust of Julius Caesar. Multiple pencils protrude from its back, giving the impression that it was stabbed multiple times. / End ID]
happy stab-a-tyrant day! get out there and do your part
why does this have 32k notes? it’s just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. it’s just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain
no one tell him
Scheduling this to post on March 15 because it needs to happen.
The ides of March have come
Beware the ides of March.
* Rogers: The Musical ends*
Sam and Bucky in the very last row:
I was walking through the toy aisle at Target when I found this thing and had a VIOLENT AND IMMEDIATE FLASHBACK to when JP first came out and they had a bunch of REALLY COOL T Rex toys that I would have sold one of my scrawny small-child limbs for but my mother wouldn’t get me one because they were “too violent and also ate people” :(
hnn I WANT IT SO BAD
on closer inspection, it makes a lot of really obnoxious noises and is also Too Expensive. BUT FEAR NOT I found this slightly smaller dude wedged in the back!
IT HAS BITE ACTION, AND THAT’S THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS
now we enter the testing phase
yup. looks good.
Extreme Chompin T-Rex says IT’S NEVER TOO LATE TO FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS
Can we take a moment to appreciate that we can use this as a rosetta stone to say “EXTREME CHOMPIN’ “ in four languages?
OH SHIT YOU’RE RIGHT, let me check the garbage to see if it’s still there! hopefully I didn’t destroy it in my excitement
*roar sound effect*
IMPORTANT UPDATE:
update update: I re-sized her collar and found a bag of toy bones at the craft store. I haven’t put this much effort into a non-school thing since my last job search, help
(secret bonus: the other side of her tag)
There’s more!
I love.
I saw that people are reblogging the thread again, so I thought I’d give you all an update on how Wexter is doing!
(just fine)
Wexter And The Case Of Her Continuing Marvelously Naughty Garden Adventures
OP and Wexter can break all my toes and I would still send a thank you card
Wexter says SHE WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING (but she might chew your ankles a little bit maybe)
so it’s come to my attention that at some point this weekend Wexter blew past 100,000 notes, and I for one think that’s very cash money of her.
it’s been a few weeks, I suppose we should check up on the AHSGSHGAFB?!
ajdhf.
Nearing on 375K Notes!!! What in the Paleolithic are y'all gonna do when they top 400K?!
cry, probably
Reblogging to get you one note closer to crossing the 400k mark!
YOU MANIACS. okay, here we go!
(she was a skater Rex, she said see you later Rex, she’s finally hit 400k!)
Wexter: *Exists.*
Tumblr:
Tired of losing Lost Boys to Hook’s sword, Peter Pan decides that the pirate will be replacing the ones he took—the old-fashioned way: by growing (and birthing) them himself. As Killian grapples with these unexpected pregnancies, it will test not only his body and his endurance, but especially his heart. (Eventual Captain Swan)
An: Back again! You may noticed I updated the number of chapters–I apparently can’t count, so that means this chapter is roughly the halfway point. Hope you like it! And thank you again to @sancocnutclub for the inspo :D
rated T / 2.2k / part 1 / part 2 / AO3
Meeting Tinkerbelle was perhaps one of the better things that had happened to him since his arrival in Neverland, even if it took several decades to occur. Granted, their relationship was primarily physical, but they’d struck up a friendship beyond that as well.
It certainly made things less awkward in the afterglow of their comings together, usually in her treehouse, where they found themselves on one such evening after his return from an out-of-realm trip.
As the sweat on their bodies cooled, she wrapped the new shawl he’d bought for her in Agrabah around herself as he stood and stretched, then pulled his trousers up.
“I think you picked up some new tricks while you were away,” she said, leaning back and sighing. “That was fantastic.”
“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” he replied with a wink. “Now, I could go for a drink; how about you?”
“I’m good, but it looks like there’s some wine on the shelf over there; help yourself.”
A small bottle sat on top of her equally tiny dresser; even if she was no longer technically a fairy—the reasons of which had yet to be explained, but were really none of his business—she was still diminutive in all things. He picked it up and uncorked it with his mouth, spat out the stopper, then took a long swig.
“Damn, that’s good,” he assessed; he hadn’t had a decent vintage in decades. “Sure you don’t want any?”
“Not much of a red wine girl,” she shrugged. “Go ahead.”
He took another long pull. “More for me, then.” And in a few more drags, it was empty.
He settled back on her bed next to her. “Why keep red wine around if you don’t like it?”
“For special occasions,” she teased, then ran her fingers through his chest hair and leaned in to begin Round 2.
However, they’d hardly gotten past light fondling when Killian’s stomach turned—quickly and violently. He barely got out an apology before he was making a dash for the entrance to her house and losing the contents of his stomach over the side.
“When I do come, she will speak not, she will stand, Either hand On my shoulder, give her eyes the first embrace Of my face, Ere we rush, ere we extinguish sight and speech Each on each.”
Thanks for sticking with me, everyone. I love you all.
“Keep going, love, you’re doing great,” Ruby says, trying to keep Mary Margaret from breaking the bones in her hand. Sweat is caked on everyone in the room, even with the chill in the air. Outside, the rain pounds against the windows, the worst spring storm any of them have seen in years, wind slamming the branches of the trees against the glass.
“We’re almost there, dear,” Granny says, her voice soft and smooth, and Emma makes the mistake of turning to the older woman sitting at the foot of her friend’s bed. Her hands are coated in a deep red, but she shows no signs of the lightheadedness Emma feels. In the chaos of the room, Granny stays steady, her focus never failing, never distracted by the wind or the weather or the cries of Mary Margaret.
That’ll be me soon enough, Emma says to herself, distracting her mind by going back to her recent conversation with Granny, just three days before.
Captain Swan
old photo from my great grandparents family pics collection
Gremlins
Are you insulting her children?
Gromlon and her Gremlins
Just so y’all know: I can’t speak for every other fic author but I can say that I remember when people leave me kind comments. I recognize your urls and/or usernames on AO3. I remember you and sometimes in writing my fics I think to myself, “Oh, I hope this person sees this because they liked x in this other fic I did.”
Not only that—I go back and reread comments when I’m feeling low. I look at tags and reblogs and asks and wish I could hold them in my hand like a note from a friend on an old, torn piece of notebook paper.
Your comments have so much more impact than you know. So thanks to those who use the comment section to spread love and encouragement. We appreciate you.
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