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A limerick:
Doesn’t look like a limerick to you? Try this:
A dozen, a gross, and a score Plus three times the square root of four Divided by seven Plus five times eleven Is nine squared and not a bit more.
THE HECK HECK HECK HECCCCCKKKKKKKK
POETRY WAS NOT MEANT TO BE USED LIKE THIS
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I jumped headfirst into another fandom - which, this book series is SERIOUSLY UTTERLY FANTASTIC. Rivers of London is ALWAYS at the near top of my rec list to other people.
Anyway. Have some H/C with Nightingale.
Steve Rogers finds the tiny ginger bit of fluff in an alleyway, hissing and spitting at the biggest damn rat he’d ever seen. (If Bucky had been with him, he’d have given Steve a pointed look and remarked, “This looks awfully familiar.”) Steve throws a rock to get the rat away from the kitten and cautiously approaches. “Hey, buddy - it’s okay. Let me help you.” It takes him a while but eventually, the kitten consents to being picked up and enjoys getting head and ear rubs. The kitten is in dire need of a bath and of course, the bath consequently drowns most of its fleas. The vet helps Steve take care of the rest, adds a vitamin shot into the mix and tons of advice on kitten care and where to get the appropriate kitten necessities. Steve thinks he’s just helping one poor stray animal - even if he can’t save them all. He doesn’t think about getting this one thing, this one tiny thing right, when his nights are plagued with nightmares about Bucky and the train and the photos of the “Asset” from HYDRA’s files burned into his memory. Steve gives ear rubs and head rubs and scratches a tiny fuzzy belly and gets purrs for a reward and for a moment, just a few more moments, he’ll forget hearing Bucky’s screams. (Bucky is back, Bucky is home, Bucky will heal and recover and Steve will do whatever it takes to help him. ) Steve can help this kitten and draw him in his sketchbooks and smile at feline antics and take pictures on his phone. He’ll post it on his Instagram and it will make his friends laugh and tease him about being social-media savvy and they won’t have to ask prying questions about him being all right. Steve is all right. He wasn’t the one who fell from the train. He wasn’t the one who was captured by HYDRA. He survived the ice. He survived the war. He’s alive and he’s whole. Bucky’s the priority, not him. The kitten settles in the crook between his neck and shoulder and will purr purr purr, soft and fluffy and warm and the little guy is well. Steve got this right. He did. (Later, Bucky will take him aside and tell him, “God damn it, Rogers." And he’ll hold Steve, press kisses into his hair, to his cheek, the corner of his mouth, his lips and whisper swearwords like endearments and tell him it’s okay that Steve also isn’t well. That Steve needs help too. That Steve is loved.) The kitten finally gets his name when he hisses and spits at Bucky’s ginormous gentle giant of a service dog. FUBAR gently whuffles at the kitten and gives him a lick and they soon become fast friends. The little guy ends up riding on the dog and this sends everyone into paroxysms of laughter apparently because it’s straight out of some classic Looney Tunes cartoon. Of course, the kitten’s name is SNAFU.
When SNAFU met FUBAR, a Blanket Fort Headcanon inspired by the lovely @yawpkatsi‘s FUBAR. Go check it out on their tumblr! (via darthstitch)
“You voted for Trump because Clinton was going to be in Wall Street’s pocket. Trump wants to repeal Dodd-Frank and eliminate the Fiduciary Rule, letting Wall Street return to its pre-2008 ways.
You voted for Trump because of Clinton’s emails. The Trump administration is running its own private email server.
You voted for Trump because you thought the Clinton Foundation was “pay for play.” Trump has refused to wall off his businesses from his administration, and personally profits from payments from foreign governments.
You voted for Trump because of Clinton’s role in Benghazi. Trump ordered the Yemen raid without adequate intel, and tweeted about “FAKE NEWS” while Americans died as a result of his carelessness.
You voted for Trump because Clinton didn’t care about “the little guy.” Trump’s cabinet is full of billionaires, and he took away your health insurance so he could give them a multi-million-dollar tax break.
You voted for Trump because he was going to build a wall and Mexico was going to pay for it. American consumers will pay for the wall via import tariffs.
You voted for Trump because Clinton was going to get us into a war. Trump has provoked our enemies, alienated our allies, and given ISIS a decade’s worth of recruiting material.
You voted for Trump because Clinton didn’t have the stamina to do the job. Trump hung up on the Australian Prime Minister during a 5pm phone call because “it was at the end of a long day and he was tired and fatigue was setting in.”
You voted for Trump because foreign leaders wouldn’t “respect” Clinton. Foreign leaders, both friendly and hostile, are openly mocking Trump.
You voted for Trump because Clinton lies and “he tells it like it is.” Trump and his administration lie with a regularity and brazenness that can only be described as shocking.
Let’s be honest about what really happened.
The reality is that you voted for Trump because you got conned. Trump is a grifter and the American people were the mark. Now that you know the score, quit insisting the con-man is on your side.“
- Ben Mallicote
current aesthetic: cute english teacher who’s high key banging the history professor
current aesthetic: the history professor
current aesthetic: the history professor’s substitute who joins in on the action.
current aesthetic: the principal who really wants to get in on this sexyfest, but also doesn’t want this whole thing to blow up in his face.
aesthetic: the librarian who nearly exposes the whole affair before joining in.
aesthetic: The bookish guidance counselor who thinks you all need Jesus.
Aesthetic: the law student in his dorm across campus who can hear everything.
Every time I see this it has different characters I love this post
There is no global epidemic of battered husbands or of mothers raping their children. Sorority girls don’t slip male students date rape drugs and gang-rape them at parties. Cheerleaders don’t wait until football players are too intoxicated to walk or speak, have sex with them, film the rape and share it with all their friends via social media. Boys are not pressured to send topless photos of themselves then blackmailed with the photos, then stalked and bullied and mocked until they kill themselves. There are not entire websites devoted to posting pornified imagery of ex-boyfriends in order to shame and humiliate them. There is no industry wherein women are coercing boys and men into prostitution, en masse, forcing them to have sex with strange women day in and day out. These are the facts. I know these things to be true because this reality is impossible to ignore if you pay any attention to media at all, because I am a woman and this is my life, and because I’m a feminist and I understand the devastating impact patriarchy has on women and girls everywhere. And that is why, as a feminist, I believe women.
(via nedstarkshonour)
I saw a guy with a “Smart Phones Make Dumb People” bumper sticker talking on a Samsung Galaxy as he drove down the highway, and honestly I haven’t seen modern art in motion like that in my entire millennial life
So, I was telling @egogrumps how much better this scene would be if they used britney spears Toxic in the back… and then my hand slipped.
everytime yall see this scene now your gonna think of this song your welcome
#2, Brute?
I made the ugliest noise.
HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAAAAAA
holy SHIT LMAO
I FUCKING REFUSE
hands down one of the top 3 vines in existence
IM FUCKING SCREAMING
“So you see,” said the Royal Advisor, wringing his hands, “the curse states the princess will die on the night before her twenty-fifth birthday–”
“Hang on,” said the princess, “‘ON the night before’–”
The Advisor nodded grimly.
“So what you’re saying is that, until that one specific date, I am effectively immortal?”
“Technically yes, but then–” the King stammered.
“Wow,” said the princess, who was sixteen and did not possess amazing impulse control. “I’m gonna go teach myself how to juggle chainsaws while hang gliding over shark-infested waters, catch you chuckleheads later.”
Ohshit, this needs to be a lot longer
Captain America: Civil War Bloopers
I hate when comicbook fans gate-keep by running you through a fact-check quiz. Even if you’ve ready every comic you’re going to be wrong. Why? Because comics can’t even keep their shit together. Bruce’s parents were either killed outside of Mask of Zorro or an opera, their killer is either unknown or Joe Chill, he started as Batman at either 21, 26, 28 or 32. Barry has died six separate times and during several of his absences both Bart and Wally have been the Flash at the same time. Steve has given up Captain America due to anything from a minor cold, dying, wanting to retire and straight up disappearing. God forbid you ask how Tony got his heart.
The only thing we know for certain is that Uncle Ben died and it is always, always, always Superman’s fault that Lex no longer has hair
An French Imam shared this photo on Facebook in order to encourage dialogue about the French ban of the burkini on beaches, asking why these nuns can freely wear what they please [which is very similar to the burkini in the first place] while Muslim women are fined, forced to undress, and forced off the beach?
As a result? His Facebook was banned.
As if it wasn’t already clear enough, this new law is specifically meant to target, demonize, and punish Muslims and Muslims alone. It has nothing to do with “French values” [although I mean, colonialism, massacre, and ethno-supremacy have always been core French values so this shouldn’t be surprising~*], and is simply another manifestation on the government level of the rapidly rising hatred/fear of Muslims and Islam.
Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz ( 1651-1695): the Phoenix of Mexico
There is SO MUCH MORE INFORMATION at the main site entry - 28 footnotes worth! Before you start going off about “why doesn’t she have a movie” (she does), or “this detail isn’t right!” please go there and read up.
Art notes and shout-outs behind the cut.
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