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IVY IS EAGER AND WILLING TO LEARN
Diana
Please teach her
SHE WILL BE A VERY ATTENTIVE PUPIL
People claiming she isn’t a lesbian. Explain this.
the funniest thing about this arc it’s the fact that we’re collectively “pretending” ivy wouldn’t let every single man in gotham die
You know, in a horror movie, everyone always responds with a flight response when they see the monster. But that’s not the only thing that happens when people get scared. I want to see someone choose the fight response. I want to see a character turn around to see the killer right there, scream in terror, and start punching them in the face repeatedly.
^ heroes
Why has this got so many notes what the fuck Tumblr
1) It’s title says something 2) The pictures provide what the title says 3) It ends with someone dramatically looking toward the camera
cause its funny look how thin that watermelon is its just flapping in the wind thats absurd
A book crystallized in the ocean
oh mood
imagine a crocodile with horse-like legs… unstoppable… i would love to ride one o’ those into battle
are you..high
….carry on
Fun fact these ‘crocodile cousins’ with ‘horse-like legs’ existed and was known as a ‘sabre-toothed cat in armour’ due to it’s speed out of water and long fangs. There was the ‘DogCroc’ ( Araripesuchus wegeneri) and ‘BoarCroc’ (Kaprosuchus). The DogCroc (featured above) was only around the size of a small dog, with its skull easily fitting into the palm of someones hand. It lived during the Lower Cretaceous-Upper Cretaceous period;
*Comparison of a DogCroc’s skull to a Sarcosuchus skull. (Sarcosuchus is the largest known crocodile species and was large enough it could even prey upon a T-Rex and could weigh up to ten tonnes and be over forty feet long.)
However the BoarCroc (Kaprosuchus) was twenty-foot long and could gallop across land and preyed upon dinosaurs.
That’s a fucking dragon
i was woken up at 3 am with this thought and don’t tell me this is not what happened
in·im·i·cal
/ iˈnimək(ə)l/
adjective harmful in effect; unfriendly, hostile.
Timeless (2016) S1E012 - The Murder of Jesse James
Bass Reeves, protrayed by Colman Domingo. Rufus Carlin, protrayed by Malcolm Barrett.
Watch it here , get Bass Reeves: Tales of the Talented Tenth here
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It’s true!
Source: X
Bass Reeves was so dedicated to the law, he even arrested his own son Bennie for the murder of his wife. Bennie was sentenced to life in prison. With over 3000 arrests, 14 kills, went his entire 32 year career in law enforcement without being shot once.
He was assigned to bring in the notorious female outlaw Belle Starr. Once she got wind who was after her she turned herself into the federal court.
Reeves was one of a few Marshalls who would venture into Indian territory *oklahoma*. After the age of 67 he retired in 1907. He enjoyed his short lived retirement as a police officer in Muskogee Oklahoma, his assigned beat had 0 crime reported until he died at the age of 71 of Bright’s disease.
He was one of the true gun slingers of the west.
I would expect nothing less from a man with such a magnificent mustache
I love the story of Bass Reeves!
One of his famous tactics was, if he was captured or in danger by a criminal he was hunting down, he would ask them to read a letter from his wife before they killed him. He used their distraction to free himself and get the upper hand.
He was also a freed slave. George Reeves, his owner and reason for his surname, took Bass with him to fight in the Civil War. However, George became violently angry after Bass beat him at a card game, and Bass was forced to fight him (or kill, on some accounts) in self defense.
After running away and entering Native American territory, Bass learned how to speak the languages of the ‘Five Civilized Tribes’ (Cherokee, Chickasaw, Choctaw, Muskogee, Seminole). This part of his life is where he mastered marksmanship. He got married and had a family after the Emancipation Proclamation was declared, and then later became a Marshal, going on the adventures listed above (and many more… Another famous criminal that Bass captured was Bob Dozier.)
He was the very first black US Marshal. May we never forget him, as history would suffer to lose such an outstanding figure.
GIVE THIS MAN A MOVIE <3
I have long maintained that his moustache probably spent another ten years kicking ass after Bass Reeves himself died.
Some say that his moustache protects the area to this day O.O
Animal sizes for comparison
Moose
Grey Wolf
Maned Wolf
Sea Otter
Toucan
Grizzly Bear
Polar Bear
Stellar Sea Lion
Cow
Pig
Raven
Black Bear & Bengal Tiger
White-Tailed Deer
Buffalo
Capybara
me at half the animals on the post: “BITCH THAT’S H U G E”
THAT COW IS A HORSE.
That first maned wolf is a model.
the notes are broken 😂
Reblogging partly for awesome computer shortcuts, and partly because I wish to once again take part in a Post That Broke The Notes.
Where has this been all my life?
lat·i·bule
/latə’byo͞ol/
noun
a hiding place; a place of safety or comfort.
I’m every one in this
MAN 1 (in a high pitched, whiny voice) Look what you’ve done to my peonies!
WOMAN (angrily) They’re marigolds!
MAN 2 God! I think she’s right! They are marigolds!
MAN 1 I may not know my flowers, but I know a (yells in her direction) bitch when I see one!
My Patreon paper figure set this (last) month is
APPALACHIAN FOLK MONSTERS
so here y’go! Some of these are from folk tales, some are a mishmash of stories that I’d heard growing up so I combined ‘em and laid names on ‘em, some are a hybrid of folk tales and the creations of rural pulp writer Manly Wade Wellman, who wrote horror yarns from the twenties through the eighties, some are native myths from the region that still hold sway with the locals. This is the kind of stuff I’ve got in my backyard out here in Kentucky.
If you’re inclined, you can download these as a free printable PDF, and cut your own cards, either to keep flat or stand up. Here’s where you get ‘it (bottom of the post):
https://www.patreon.com/posts/september-paper-14717628
Happy Hillbilly Halloween!
“Where am I?”
“The medical bay, just take it easy.”
“You shot me.”
“I told you to stand down. If a shot through the knee is what it takes for you to stop running around causing trouble, so be it. The damage isn’t permanent. It will be if you try to put weight on it.”
“The captain? The crew?” Their nails dug into the bed, the bleeping of the monitors making their distress all too readily visible.
“Survivors leave a nasty opening for mutiny.” Their best friend watched them, almost curiously, with their comment. “It’s regrettable, but just not practical.”
“So why am I alive?” A bad taste flooded their mouth. “Sentiment?”
“No.” Their best friend smiled. “I mean, obviously I’m fond of you, very fond, but no. We have a more important purpose for you than death.”
We? “I have a feeling you’re going to need to give me more painkillers before we have the rest of this conversation.”
“You should sleep for now. I can give you something to help with that, dreamless. But I wanted you to know that you’ve lost so you can stop panicking. There’s no one left for you to save.”
So goddamn kind of them.
“You were kind to me once,” the villain said. “When no one else was. Please go.”
It was tempting. Fear choked their throat, burned their lungs. To run away would be easy. “You know I can’t do that.” The second they stepped out of the way was a death warrant for the people behind them.
“You think I won’t kill you?”
“I think killing innocents was never on your list.” Innocent, it tasted bad in their mouth. Lies were normally a little sweeter but they weren’t innocent. Just kind, once.
villains & their injured siblings
Based on a variety of prompt requests. Like, so many. I tried to cover a range.
1) “Why didn’t you tell me you’re hurt?” The villain’s voice dropped dangerous. One hand wrapped tight around their sibling’s shirt, keeping them from hiding the bruises splotched almost carelessly across their ribs. “Who?” Their sibling said nothing. “Who?” The urge to break, to protect, to ruin, burned in their blood. “Just drop it.” “Why won’t you tell me?” “Because you react like this!” It exploded out of their sibling. They tugged back away from the villain, breathing hard. “Because I get so much as a scratch, and you react like this! God, you should see the look on your face.” “I’m trying to protect you!” “I haven’t got the screams out of my head from the last time you tried to protect me.” Their sibling laughed, hysterical. “I can’t sleep for thinking about it.” The villain stared stunned.
2) “What-” The protagonist stumbled back as the antagonist shoved into their house. That would have been an alarming enough thing on its own to open their door to, let alone when the antagonist cradled a body in their arms. There was blood everywhere. “So help me,” the antagonist hissed, “you’re going to save them or I’m going to make you regret it.” They strode over to the living room, setting the body down on the sofa. Carefully, with a breathtaking gentleness that the protagonist hadn’t once thought them capable of. Heart hammering, the protagonist closed the door and moved closer. Not a body. That was very much a person, bloodied and faintly breathing. Instinct kicked in. Their gaze darted to the antagonist. Desperate, wild as a cornered animal, all composure gone. Oh. They’d never seen the antagonist like that before.
3) “You?” The protagonist’s gaze shot up at the sound of their siblings voice, still squinting to adjust to the light after the bag was ripped off their head. It left that familiar voice just a voice the rest silhouetted. They didn’t need to see the rest to know. “What exactly is the meaning of this?” Liquid nitrogen would have been warmer. The antagonist’s employees shifted - uncertain and confused. “We found them trespassing.” “Trespassing?” Their sibling’s hand reached out, smudging across the crust of dried blood on the corner of their swollen lip. Their fingers shook nearly imperceptibly. “Fuck.” The protagonist’s eyes closed, sinking into the coolness of the touch. Their head throbbed. “Hi,” they mumbled. “Good to see you too.” “This is my [sibling of choice].” The panic might have been amusing in other circumstances.
4) “Ah, this is nostalgic!” The antagonist slammed their sibling’s wrists into the dirt, grinning. “I love beating you. It’s just like when we were kids, hm? You never could win against me then either.” “And you never did stop being a filthy cheat.” The antagonist’s grin broadened before they pulled back, breathing hard. The protagonist rolled over, gasping for air, shuddering.
5) “I need your help,” their sibling said. “They took - they took -” They clamped a hand over their mouth as if that might contain the strangled sounds that felt more like wails than sobs. Now wasn’t the goddamn time for wailing. The villain straightened. “[Child’s name].” Whatever differences they had, that wasn’t one of them. “Please.”
They made sure no one ever dared touch their family again.
Write-O-Ween Prompts: Unusual and Rare Words Edition
As practice for the famous NANOWRIMO, a prompts list of unusual and rare words! I’ll try writing them: will you?
Uncanny: strange or mysterious, especially in an unsettling way
Chimerical: merely imaginary; fanciful
Susurrus: a whispering or rustling sound
Aubade: a song greeting the dawn
Ephemeral: lasting a very short time
Sempiternal: everlasting; eternal
Euphonious: pleasing; sweet in sound
Billet-doux: a love letter
Pluviophile: any organism that thrives in conditions of heavy rainfall; one who loves rain, a rain-lover
Redamancy: act of loving in return
Lachesism: the desire to be struck by disaster; to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire
Rubatosis: the unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat
Nodus Tollens: the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore
Opia: the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable
Monachopsis: the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place
Énouement: the bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self
Skulduggery: devious behavior
Tatterdemalion: raggedly dressed person; looking disreputable or decayed
Athazagoraphobia: the feeling of being forgotten, ignored, or replaced
Oblivion: the state of being completely forgotten or unknown; connotes feelings of isolation and aloofness, which lead to the annihilation or extinction of the self metaphorically
Abditory: a hiding, safe place to disappear
Hiraeth: the homesickness for a home you can never return to; a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past
Fernweh: the ache for distant places; the craving for travel
Sonder: the realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own
Kenopsia: the eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet
Kuebiko: a state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence
Quiddity: the essence or inherent nature of a person or thing / an eccentricity; an odd feature / a trifle; a nicety or quibble
Wayfarer: a traveler, especially on foot
Nepenthe: a medicine for sorrow; a place, person or thing, which can aid in forgetting your pain and suffering
Gloaming: defined as twilight and dusk; the day’s end, the glittery, transient echo when time and nature meet
Eunoia: literally meaning “beautiful thinking” / FREE SPACE
