Sitting in my pillow fort
Watching _City of Lost Children_[subbed]
The world is starting to feel a little nicer now. Still anxious, but I can hide from the world. Maybe I can reach a point where I don’t care if anyone laughs at my fort.
Some Loose Onion Translations
Read more »He’s certainly strange and a bit of a mischievous kid, yeah, but he’s certainly not malicious and mean. He just has a different way of communicating than Steven does.
Let me give you some logical explanations as to his behavior so you doods stop calling him a root alien yeah?
Chip Thief- This is probably the least weird thing a kid would do. He sneaks around and causes mischief to get attention and stave off boredom till
Challenge #00903-B172: One Thing in Common
Francoeur and Sweetie Belle
Her big sister had a really big visitor. He was immense enough to make a full-grown dragon wary. All black and sharp spikes and luminous red eyes…
…and a gentle, almost foal-like way of investigating the world with all four hands.
Sweetie Belle thought she was well-hidden until he offered her a rose and cooed, “…joli petit poney…”
“Oh, don’t be frightened, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity singsonged. “Francoeur is as gentle as a lamb.
Read more »chaoswolf1982: bertb0t: antique-symbolism: bertb0t: antique-symbolism: Imagine a dragon at Antiques Roadshow, appraising its...
Read more »Imagine a dragon at Antiques Roadshow, appraising its hoard
Imagine the dragon hoards monetarily worthless things like newspapers or old bones and the person appraising it getting more and more nervous about telling the dragon their stuff isnt worth anything
Imagine that the dragon knows this and just likes watching the person squirm.
The dragon actually hoards uncomfortable situations
I get the feeling internutter could find something amusing to write about somewhere in here… possibly more than
There is some part of me that hates me
I’m gonna be ranting here because I don’t want to drag people through this. You can hit the skip button. Or scroll on by.
And don’t worry. I should be over it soon. Ranting here helps.
I’m almost finished writing KFZ. The one novel of mine that just might fucking make it and be my doorway to a better life.
The one novel that’s been fucking cursed, on and off, since I started writing it.
I’m
Read more »reblog if you think female rapists should get the same amount of jail time as male rapists
Autistic Garnet
Read more »I personally believe that Gem neurology is as a rule similar to autistic neurology. But only Pearl is usually singled out as being autistic (and sometimes Peridot), which I find problematic because
1. they’re pretty damn pale as far as Gems go, and autism is HIGHLY underdiagnosed in people of color (though Pearl is coded as Asian, a lot of fans read her as white, which is also bad but another story for another time)
2. they’re the “prissiest”
Countdown
Read more »Part 2
This took much too long to finish and I am sorry for that. I hope it might be worth the wait though…
Rabbit sighed a curl of steam, pulling her legs closer to her chest as she watched the ducks swim around the lake at the Manor’s private cemetery. As she heard someone approach, she wiped the black oil from her cheeks in anger.
lastnovember4: Isn't this lovely
Isn’t this lovely
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magesmagesmages: lambhorns: i have not seen anything at all about what's actually happening down here in australia at the moment despite...
Read more »i have not seen anything at all about what’s actually happening down here in australia at the moment despite general sly digs at our government (n while thats all cool n appreciated) im gonna take 5 min of yr time to tell yu about whats really happening right now in 2015 in australia
- the UN just released a report saying that the Australian Government has actually breached an international anti-torture convention through the way they are treating australia’s
ultrafacts: Officials assigned the trees ID numbers and email addresses in 2013 as part of a program designed to make it easier for...
Read more »Officials assigned the trees ID numbers and email addresses in 2013 as part of a program designed to make it easier for citizens to report problems like dangerous branches. The “unintended but positive consequence,” as the chair of Melbourne’s Environment Portfolio, Councillor Arron Wood, put in an email, was that people did more than just report issues. They also wrote directly to the trees, which have received thousands of messages—everything from banal greetings and questions about current events to
aloeviera: ladyalora-nerdprincealec: herthoughtfulsimplicities: sizvideos: Baby Girl seeing Clearly For the First TimeVideo My heart...
Baby Girl seeing Clearly For the First Time
My heart completely melted, subanallah.
THE LITTLE BLINK IN THE 3RD GIF THO
Look at when she stops struggling in the first gif. That’s the moment she realizes that the glasses are doing something.
My heart. The feels.
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thinking about robot butts because I am SPG trash
OKay. So I have this headcannon that Walter Robotics’ genuine robots have the WR emblem stamped on the left cheek of their -ah- ass plates.
And I’m thinking about this further and realised that you could line up the robo-asses and get a rough timeline of Walter Robotics emblems throughout 118 years
Rabbit, still having a majority of her original 1896 parts, would have a pre-WR emblem. Either a Victorian-style monograph of Pappy’s initials, or the my-headcannon-only Walter Mechanicals, which
Read more »Challenge #00902-B171: In a Shared Domicile on Amity...
Random number prompt - use a random number generator and redo a prompt from the first year of instants - do NOT read the first story before writing the new one.
[AN: The random number was 133: Anywhere in the story: “The element of surprise didn’t so much rest upon someone hearing you but registering the significance of your approach.” (I hope altering one word counts)]
There was an important lesson in here, somewhere. Living with Deathworlders taught them well. Continuing
Read more »for the fic request/suggestion/thing: modern AU discworld? maybe? :D
Read more »“Where shall we three meet again?” a young, slightly uncertain voice asked.
“Not here, this coffee is piss,” a loud, gregarious voice answered, drawing the attention of everyone in the coffee shop to her.[1]
“Nanny!”
“What, it is!”
“Too full of itself also,” a third voice chimed in. “I asked for a small coffee and they told me I needed to ask for a ‘short’. What kind of nonsense is that?”
Magrat Garlick resisted, barely, the urge to put her