Ya’ll I’m Gonna Need You To Tell Me What Happens Tonight If I Can’t Be There.

LOOOKIT IT ITS SO FLUFFY!!! Wait what about when it gets wet and dries out?? Does it do the poof thing

for your consideration: fluffy dragon

why aren't there more mysteries that take place in nursing homes & retirement communities. i want to watch a group of deranged retirees-cum-amateur-detectives combine their powers of:

decades of life experience

boredom-fueled busybody shamelessness

access to the most gossipy next-door-neighbors in existence

"I am too old to be arrested and/or give a shit" attitude

and solve crimes. this should be an enormous subgenre.

There has to be at least one beach episode where they go talk to a sea monster and Jack Black does the shirtless Slavic kick?? to communicate with it. I would pay money to watch the shit out of this. 

That reminds me, I think there should be a series where Lucy Liu and Jack Black are partners in a supernatural detective agency in an urban fantasy setting where they help various mythical creatures with lost items, missing fae pets, and generally work hard to investigate all the elements of the metaphysical which accidentally scampered through the open window between the worlds.

Importantly their cases don't involve crime or law enforcement, they are helping people, not hunting criminals. Neither of them ever carries a gun.

🗡️🌹A Stolen Moment🌹🗡️

[swords n roses au hangster]

your honour they are disgustingly in love

Sketch (kinda) below :P

TFC never got to experience the rift. No randomly getting a compass. No adventuring. No digging a tunnel in empires.

In the next seasons there will be no strip mines to get lost down. No minecart rails surrounded by diorite stairs. No stockpile of materials and riches, more than the king could ever wish for.

No hearty laughs. No cool fonts saying to like and subscribe. No fanfic reviews.

I miss TFC. A lot.

already got a blazed marvel post. the adpocalypse is closer than we think so heres your daily PSA

don't interact with corporate tumblr accounts

yes even to dunk on them. i don't care if you have the sickest burn of the century lined up, don't even give them the time of day

the eventual and inevitable fall of twitter marks a change in the advertising industry, and tumblr is unclaimed territory. if we want tumblr to remain the social media bastion it has become, it needs to remain as unappealing to corporations as possible. do not engage. in a marketing strategist's eyes, any kind of attention is good attention. don't "silence, brand" them. don't kungpowpenis them. don't send them hate anons. don't hate-follow them. corporate tumblrs are not a single entity and they will not be harassed off this site. we only have a shot at repelling them because of tumblr's lack of an algorithm. so turn off recommended posts on your dashboard, put it chronological order, and install an adblocker. if you don't seek out these blazed posts and actively ignore them when they happen upon you, the corporations will starve. in this case, the best kind of protest is a silent one

Despite the fact that he’s been assured, repeatedly, and in several different ways, that he’s never and nor has he ever been or will he ever be, an inconvenience, Jake still doesn't want to be a bother, even though a little voice in the back of his mind–that sounds an awful lot like Bradley—whispers he's being ridiculous. But Jake is stubborn and hard headed on the best of days and he hasn’t made it this far in life by relying on other people. He’s always been more than capable of taking care of himself and that doesn’t need to change now, just because he has someone in his life.

Or--

Jake really doesn't know what love is and Bradley takes it upon himself to show him that it's the simple, little things that matter the most.

I get on to Tumblr, and my computer starts hyping itself up like its gonna do a marathon, honey I’m just checkin what other shit is hitting the fan in the Supernatural fandom

On the morning of the knife fight I was scheduled to lose, I washed myself in the ritual soap and dressed in soft, loose fitting clothes as was the custom. I would not break my fast until after the deed was done.

My second ferried me to the entry point at the North, where I declared my secret name to the gatekeeper and several acolytes in quick succession. They prepared me for the inner sanctum, infusing my veins with salt water and drawing intricate sigils on my chest. I bid farewell to my second, who would keep vigil outside. I remember very little after this, but when I awoke, I felt a great weight had been lifted from my chest.

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Anyway, the top surgery yesterday went great!

Has this been done yet?