#general rule

[whats-in-a-sentence]

This is a general rule that must be understood by revolutionaries (perhaps in all fields, but certainly in science). You must thoroughly know that which you hope to supplant.

"The Stars in their Courses" - Isaac Asimov

[fieriframes]

[YEAH. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE WHEELS ARE ABOUT READY TO FALL OFF THE BUS ON THE WAY TO FLAVOR TOWN. AND CONSEQUENCE IS NOT THE GENERAL RULE. THIS IS RIDICULOUS. DO YOU NEED A KNIFE? NOW THIS IS JUST SILLINESS.]

[mickedy]

general rule crash :)

[samoirax]

I just want everyone to see a teaser of how beautiful my baby boy... I mean, General Crash Bandicoot is.

(it's reversed, if you've been wondering)

[beansprean]

hiii are we allowed to use your art as icons with credit ? understandable if not, just wanted to check

Yes! Any fanart is fair game for icons as long as you have credit in your bio. :)

[aso-designer]

General Rule Pinstripe and Joe.

« Sir, Yes Sir! » 👨‍✈️🧑‍✈️

[jeawrites]

Noodles

Note: Oh boy it’s warm up time bois  Ship: Daithi De Nogla/H2O Delirious Words: 285 Warning(s): None

“Love is overrated,” Jon decided, crossing his arms as he walked out of the kitchen. “Babe, don’t be like that,” David called after him, laughing gently as he followed. “Well you- you didn’t have to eat my- my noodles! But, here we are,” he grumbled. “Jon,” David hummed, clearly entertained, “I swear I didn’t eat yer noodles! Ye must’ve gotten to them and forgotten!” 

 Jon stopped walking and turned, glaring up at the taller. “I wouldn’t forget eating- eating my noodles, David!” he exclaimed, poking a finger into his chest with a pout. “Well, whatever the case,” David stated as he grabbed Jon’s hand gently, “I promise I didn’t eat yer noodles.” He looked Jon in the eyes with a gentle look and hearts were melted. Jon sighed and stepped closer, placing his face into David’s chest. “I still don’t believe you,” he grumbled. “I know,” David cooed.

 David felt his phone buzz and he let his free hand dig it out of his pocket. “Ev texted,” he read out loud, opening the message as Jon grunted in acknowledgement. “‘Hey guys, came over to steal back my jacket that I left here a few weeks ago that Jon wouldn’t give back, stole some food on the way out in revenge’... And he sent a pic,” he snickered at the feeling of Jon gripping his hand and snatching his phone. “That motherfucker!” he shouted. “When I get my hands on him I’m gonna- I’m- I’m gonna fucking fight him!” he declared. 

 A fond laugh left David’s lips and he pulled Jon into another hug. “I know ye are,” he pressed a kiss to the top of his head, before pulling back, “Just don’t hit him too hard!”