when-the-ink-dries

Why hello there! My name is Laura. I am 25 years old. I love to read, sing, and hang out with my loved ones. This is my own personal blog. On it are things that I find funny, interesting, or important to me. That includes anything from TV shows, to animals, to complete and utter nonsense. Thanks for taking the time to take a little peek at my life :)

[the-bluespirit]

[the-bluespirit]

[ryuuna]

cactus beatdowns are definitely the answer to ppl making her sister do unnecessary labor

[jaubaius]

Art by Julia Zhuravleva https://www.artstation.com/eleth

[ikimaru]

the Madrigals! 💛 (some of anyway) 

[quietbirdee]

burnout makes the week last longer…

[sourbons]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[rysttle]

More encanto meme redraws :D

And Bonus from the previous meme collection : 

Also im sorry for the watermarks folks :(, you know i hate putting em but my previous memes has been reposted without credit too many times in too many social medias so yeah hjsnsakjmsak 

[aprilfrederih]

[kivcraft]

[nocturnofshadow]

I’m shitting at these tags

[mad-hare]

yea this is Montreal, do you want to know how bad Montreal drivers are? only on the island of Montreal, is it illegal to make a right turn on a red light. because they don’t fucking look. it’s the only place I’ve ever been that has lost it’s “turning on a red light” privilege

but yea powdered snow is slippery af and the island is hilly and full of narrow streets. not designed for wheeled vehicles.

[mad-hare]

I need to reblog myself because I just found this on the gov of Quebec’s website

[scifigrl47]

I visited Montreal once.

Our local guide/friend (a native of the city) took us for bagels. During this trip, the driver:

-Loaded a girl in the trunk portion of the SUV

-Drove the wrong way on a one way street

-Stopped the car in the middle of the road, got out, walked up to a building, whistled, and waited for a lady on the second floor to drop a LAUNDRY BASKET of folded clothes down to him

-Returned to his car with said laundry like this was how he got his laundry delivered every week and maybe that’s true

-Stopped to pick up his Girlfriend. She got in the trunk with the other girl like it was just another seat.

-Ignored multiple signs about road closures and cursed out his GPS in at least two languages, leading us to be forced onto the bridge that took us out of the city entirely

-Uttered the words “Want to see Ottawa? It’s an okay city.” And all of us considered dialling the American embassy to report we were being kidnapped.

-After a 3 hour trip, we were told the bagels we’d gotten weren’t very good; he’d take us to the real place tomorrow.

All in all, as someone raised to deal with BOSTON roads, the worst driving experience I’ve ever had.

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

your yearly reminder that Baby It’s Cold Outside is a song about a woman having CONSENSUAL sex, at a time when premarital sex was frowned upon. The female singer is offering up the token demurrals society expects her to, because it’s expected, not bc she doesn’t fully intend to stay and have awesome sex with a dude she’s into. The male singer knows this, and is in turn offering her an excuse to give to the neighbors in the morning (“it was too cold for me to go home, the only responsible thing to do was spend the night at his place. because of the weather, get your minds out of the gutter”). A 1950s audience would have understood all this, but the nuance gets lost in a modern age where women are actually allowed to say yes when they mean it.  

Also the “hey what’s in this drink” thing was a common joke at the time, where the punchline was that there was in fact nothing in the drink. the woman’s making a joke that she wouldn’t do this if she was sober, oh goodness no! it’s only a joke bc both she and the man are in on the punchline: she is sober, and is only staying bc she wants to

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

my tags: The female singer IS saying yes but using an outdated social script that doesn’t translate well to the 21st century. this song was funny and sweet to 1950s audiences bc it was about two people having fun and hooking up, and using the winter weather as an excuse

#it’s a fun song about having fun sex while being snowed in together. which as i say it i realize is ABSOLUTELY a fanfic trope  #they were SNOWED IN TOGETHER. and there was only ONE BED  #OH MY GOD THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED 

[pfdiva]

#i like this song best when i can see the singers#and some of this energy comes across#when you can see the grins she’s giving him#the shared joke they have

[insufferablepirate]

I have been thinking about this post for a couple days now and I’m glad it showed up on my timeline again

[xphilosoraptorx]

Well it’s not like women don’t still do the “I actually want it, but I’m pretending I don’t”, or “I’m giving extremely subtle hints that I would like an excuse stay to the night”. I mean, look at all the Reddit threads that ask, “Ladies, what’s a time you thought you were giving obvious hints, and he didn’t get it?”, and “Guys, talk about a time you realized you missed one of her hints”.

Also, keep in mind the song was originally written and sang by a married couple.

[audliminal]

Me meeting a genie: Okay, so my first wish is for 1000 dollars a day, deposited to my bank account without any way of tracing it to anything illegal. I want this money to come from the ten richest people in America (100 dollars each), withdrawn under the guise of nebulous, random purchases and surcharges. It would probably be best to split the money into a myriad of smaller fees, though, to reduce the likelihood of anyone noticing. Got all that?

Genie: um

Me, continuing on without a care: For my SECOND wish, I want you to give me the ability to learn any given phoneme, so that I can learn to pronounce new languages perfectly. If you're willing, it'd be nice if it were a little easier to memorize new languages too, but if that's not cool, I'm perfectly fine doing all the legwork myself I mostly just want to be capable of pronouncing things correctly.

Genie, now staring at me like I'm insane: ......okaaayyy?....

Me: For my third wish. I want to always have great ideas for gifts for people. Every birthday, every holiday, I want to be able to come up with something they'd really like, with enough time to actually get it for them.

Genie, just staring at me

Me: I can provide you with a written document if that would help.

[beautifulscreaminglady]

people like op are the ones that get memorialized in folk tales for outwitting the devil

[charlesoberonn]

[fortunatecircus]

the people running the crayola twitter

[diaryofandnwoman]

[scienceraccoon]

[hollowboobtheory]

i support universal free healthcare for one simple reason: if you are diagnosed with a terminal illness you should quit your job. quitting your job is the correct response to terminal illness. but you can’t do that if your healthcare is tied to your job

[hollowboobtheory]

listen if somebody knows that they will be dead in a years time, and you are forcing them to continue to come into work, that’s fucked up. terminally ill people should be able to quit their jobs and live their last few months to the fullest. i don’t get how that’s a controversial opinion

[studentlifeproblems]

[nealashitposts]

I recently found out why my mom would never sleep around me when I was a kid. Like she’d never let herself take naps or sleep if I was awake, ever. Or if she did, she would lock her bedroom door. So when I was 6, I was asleep in my bed in the middle of the night when I hear a loud bang, like a pot being dropped and come out to the living room to see my mom standing by the window, with just a huge pile of spaghetti all over the sill, and a pot on the ground, and I ’m like “Are you gonna eat all that?” And ya’ll she get’s BIG MAD and yells at me and chases me to my room but then a little while later a bunch of cops show up and ask me a bunch of random ass questions about my art? Like this one cop lady keeps asking me to draw dragons for her?! And they seem mad as hell

I didn’t want to get arrested so I just never asked my mom for spaghettis after that. Lesson, learned. Don’t ask mom for spaghettis or she’ll call the damn police on you. 

So I have this memory in my head, and it goes unquestioned until I say it outload for the first time a few months back and as soon as I say the words “When I was six, my mom called the cops on me for asking for spaghettis” My adult logic slams into place and is like “Hang on. Your mother definatly did not call the police on a 6 year old for asking for spaghetti.” 

So obviously that’s not what really went down. I call up my mom to tell her how I remember it and on top of her figuring out why her kid has always been really cagey around spaghettis for the last 3 decades she tells me what really happened. 

So on that night, a man tried to break into our house through the front window. It was just my mom, and her kids so she did what she felt she had too and shot him in the head. He’d been wearing a helmet, which landed on the floor under the window.

Now I just want ya’ll to put yourselves in my moms shoes for a minute here. This woman has just taken a human life. The trauma of that- the instant agony, the panic, the guilt, the fear- all of it hitting her at once, her only solace the knowledge that her children are safe. She protected her daughters. No matter the cost to her soul- her children are safe.

Then she looks up and sees her six year old staring at the inside of this mans head before saying “Are you gonna eat all that?” 

[nealashitposts]

I suspect they were trying to keep me busy and distracted while they cleaned up the corpse in the living room?!?

[kagaintheskywithdiamonds]

oh, fair enough