wnyc:
I’m delighted to announce that we’ve reached an agreement to acquire Tumblr!
We promise not to screw it up.
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…a chance to make our voices heard?
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The answer, always and forever.
Unfortunately, the question is most likely “Are you night blogging again?”
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puns hurt
I am going to send every one of these to my brother one text message at a time and see how furious he is by the time he gets home
Grooooooooooooooooooan
(Source: renassance, via brainsaredelicious)
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in-demigodishness-and-all-that:
england-made-a-spooky-blog-and:
Tumblr: #this fucking donut #can we talk about this fucking donut for a minute #can we #because on this donut #the sprinkles just comfortably melt into the icing #you can tell that they are so perfectly in tune with each other #and they’ve come so far from when the sprinkles just sort of sat on top #barely touching for fear of rejection #just ugh I can’t #otp: comfortably melting
4chan: here’s a picture of someone putting their dick in a donut.
reddit: that donut needs to go back into the kitchen and make me a sandwich.
academia.edu: Here is a pdf of the seminar paper I wrote about the erotics/poetics/semiotics/science of donut eating.
deviantArt:I did not steal this donut. I traced it so now it’s mine.
It got better
Fanfic.net: The donut is the setting for a high school AU, were two sprinkles meet and realise they have more in common than they ever thought possible, however, the mean chocolate sauce has caught wind of their secret relationship. Will they be able to make it together before it’s too late? M for a lemon flavoured donut.
This has officially become one of my favorite posts.
I JUST REBLOGGED BUT FANFIC MADE IT PERFECT
fark.com my donut has boobies and no you can’t touch it
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Some spoilers for Supernatural Season Eight
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I finally came up with an idea for Megstiel curtain fic that I think would work. After Castiel saves Meg from Crowley (he saved Crowley from Meg, it stands that he could pull off the opposite), they decide to escape from the war together as best they can, but Cas isn’t exactly the most domestic creature on the planet. Knowing how well Cas learns from watching movies, Meg has him watch the Addams Family films and suggests he take lessons from the Raul Julia version of Gomez Addams. White picket fences? Probably not. But this sort of banter?
Gomez: Look at her. I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss. [Morticia wakes up] Unhappy, darling?
Morticia: Oh, yes. Yes completely. Gomez… Sun. Il me perce comme un poingard.
Gomez: Oh, Tish. That’s French.
Morticia: Oui.
Gomez: Cara mia. [kisses her hand]
Morticia: Gomez…
Gomez: Querida?
Morticia: Last night, you were unhinged. You were like some desperate howling demon. You frightened me. Do it again.
Morticia: So… you still desire me after all these years? The old ball and chain?
Gomez: Forever!
Morticia: I’ll get them!
That I can totally see. Not to mention the fun of having Meg call Dean Lurch and Sam Cousin Itt whenever they drop by. =D
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No. Just no. I can’t… I mean: EPIC FAIL
This isn’t just a “whoopsy,” or a one-shot episode research lapse, or a “they’re teenage boys and so we expect them to be stupid”. This is “revealed total ignorance of something they’ve made a centerpiece of the show”. This is two guys who care about each other and love lacrosse, so this particular method of heart rate management? Would never be the first idea that came to their minds. Not unless Stiles started with “Don’t get scared” instead of “Don’t get angry.”
This is about commotio cordis, and I’m sure it’s been pointed out before, but my neck’s a little sore from how hard my suspension of disbelief got snapped.(Admittedly, I still get testy with SPN when they mess up their research on one-episode items, and you’d think I’d have gotten used to this by now, but nope.) I know they’ve got a lacrosse consultant, the games are too well choreographed for them to be totally ignorant of at least the basics of the sport, which this is. What the hell, Show?