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Truth! Justice! Freedom! Reasonably priced love! And a hard-boiled egg!
May 25th
Every year he forgot. Well, no. He never forgot. He just put the memories away, like old silverware that you didn’t want to tarnish. And every year they came back, sharp and sparkling, and stabbed him in the heart. And today, of all days…
Night Watch by Terry Pratchett
Happy 25th of May!
oh! Also I should take this opportunity to air my crack theory about Night Watch, to wit: Ned Coates is a time-traveling grown-up Young Sam.
My evidence:
Ned is the only other Watchman who is new to the squad, and new to Ankh-Morpork.
He is supposedly the only person who knew the real John Keel, but he never calls Sam out for it. If there ever was a real Ned Coates, and he really knew John Keel, we only have Ned’s word for it.
When he and Sam spar, he fights just as dirty as Sam does, and claims John Keel taught him the tricks Sam uses himself.
He’s protective of Vimesy, moreso than other Watchmen though he’s known them all for the same length of time.
He is clearly up to SOMETHING; Sam thinks he’s one of the real revolutionaries plotting to overthrow Winder, but none of the other revolutionaries interact with him or seem to know him that I can recall.
When Sam admits he’s a time traveler, he’s unfazed; his question “From how far back?” would make perfect sense as “from how far back in my timeline, where you are my dad?”
He supposedly dies in the last fight, but Sam doesn’t see it, and Sam supposedly died in that fight too.
Lu-Tze is 100% good enough to have two time-travelers operating at the same time without breaking the timeline; he does, however, worry about the unusual strain he’s creating.
So, let’s say an adult Young Sam has a time-travel accident. Possibly after some sort of major falling-out with his dad, one that’s got him still pissed off at him. And now he’s stuck in a vastly more shitty version of the city he grew up in, and the versions of his dad he has met so far are a) a dumb kid and b) kind of a dick. He is not having a great time. He really, really wants to go home, but first he has a revolution to see through.
Viewed that way, Ned Coates makes a lot of sense.
reblogging for the Glorious 25th, once again.
People who are in self quarantine really have no idea how weird it is to be a base level essential worker through this whole thing. I don’t mean a doctor or a nurse or someone else working round the clock to put a stop to it or find a cure. I mean a truck driver or a gas station attendant or a retail clerk. Because everything is basically normal, only a little bit off, and then again not as off as it should be.
Every day I get up. I go to work. I sell people things. There are fewer people coming through and they’re buying more because they’re stocking up or they haven’t been shopping in a month, but there are still lines, like always. There’s plexiglass between the cashiers and the customers, and no dividers, and we have to continually yell at people not to put their items on the belt until we’ve finished the previous transaction, and they ignore us or argue with us, same as always. The more rules we have, the more rules there are for people to ignore. And the longer it goes on, the more normal it gets. Pretty much no one thanks us for coming in to work anymore. People are starting to act like we should never, ever run out of an item. It’s just blanket assumed that we will have hand sanitizer and soap and toilet paper and people are shocked when we say we’re out. But there are still ads on the TV in the break room telling us all to stay home and the more the customers ignore social distancing, the more management puts pressure on us to set a good example, until we’re expected to follow standards that are physically impossible.
The longer this goes on, the less ‘essential’ I feel.
And then I come home and get online as always and there are all of these people asking what you’re doing while you’re stuck in quarantine and coming up with fun things to do when you’re in quarantine and talking about what you’re going to do when this whole thing is over and you can finally, finally leave your house. Everyone just seems to assume that you, the person reading their words, are in quarantine, because everyone’s in quarantine. It’s like this big, international, universal experience that you’re not a part of.
It feels like fifteen years from now everyone in the world will be looking at each other and asking “Remember what it was like to be cooped up in the house? Wasn’t it awful?” and I’ll just be sitting there going “…….no, I don’t. I didn’t do that.” And people will look at me and wonder how I could not know.
Everyone stop being horny on Main
Go be horny on 2nd Ave or even Market Street. Support local business whenever possible rather than big chain warehouse stores and multinational retailers that bought out all the prime locations.
Sexily, of course.
Me being horny at CA-62 and CA-177
If you’re in Portland, consider getting horny on Burnside. It bisects the city, and God knows many of us can vouch for the fact that all the cool kids are bisect-ual.
Odin is a reverse dracula
he *only* drinks....wine
Exactly! Odins are the opposite of draculas
I don’t ‘zone out’. Being zoned out is my default state, and I occasionally zone back in to check how things are going.
lifehack: when you see a Take One candy bowl in a restaurant, wait until noones looking and shovel candy into your pockets. god may judge you but his sins outnumber your own
“God may judge you but his sins outnumber your own.” We really need to start collecting and sourcing these Potent Quotables.
I’ve been doing this for years
It’s all on a google doc of mine (x)
“Kill me. Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars that you won.” -fucking Warrior Cats
We live in a socie-
Wait wait you forgot the mushroom post “you can’t kill me in a way that matters” +the following uhhhh 1 sec
I find the mushroom post :)
sorry
sorry
Can we go ahead and add “one day you’ll decompose, and I’ll be there to watch it happen” to the list please
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“There is not enough time to make all the things one’s imagination can conjure” - @reyndesign
Every single one of these quotes is going in my next grimoire
I’m really bothered by the fact that they got the movie wrong for the spykids quote -that was the second movie not the first.
So much great stuff here, but FYI “hell is empty and all the devils are here” is Shakespeare (The Tempest), so predates the others by a long shot
LGBTQ Marvel heroes in “Assemble!” by Luciano Vecchio, from Marvel’s Voices #1
Omg whaaaat
Deep space wives for femslash february
Happy little hearth god for to protect your blog
She’s no man D:
me when i’m in a goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation:
What am I thinking? What does this mean? How could somebody ever love me?
People who try to tell me things are ‘not that deep’ fundamentally misunderstand me, I am not a fish desperately in search of the ocean, I am a magpie that roves the canons, searching for shiny things to put in my nest. Whether or not it actually is given deep narrative weight by canon itself is of secondary importance to the fact that it has the potential to be interesting, and thus, I covet it.
“It’s not that deep”
Maybe not originally, but the ground is soft and I’m ready to dig.
“The ground is soft and I’m ready to dig” is the best description of the fanfic attitude I’ve ever seen.