A flock of lawn flamingos can pick a T-rex clean in under 90 seconds
nature is brutal
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This is the cutest thing I’ve seen ever
He totally thought wednesday could lift him i’m dead
Honestly she probably could have.
The Addamses may well be the healthiest, most functional family unit to ever grace the small screen.
I think I’ve told this story before, but I read an article a long time ago that they asked children who watched this show why they loved it. They expected answers to be about how they like the weird, slightly creepy stuff. But no, most of the kids answered that it was because the Mommy and Daddy loved each other so much.
Harry Potter AU in which Fred and George are in different houses and they steal and wear each others ties whilst doing stupid things in hope of the others house losing points
Finally a Fred and George AU that doesn’t make me want to set myself on fire.
AU where Fred and George are in different houses and they get their hands on house ties from the other two houses as well. By the end of their first year nobody knows which house either of them is in and just take points off a random house whenever they see a redhead getting up to something.
The confusion runs so deep by the time Ron starts that Snape once takes points off Slytherin for Ron fighting with Malfoy.
There’s a few months in Fred and George’s second year when they successfully convince most of the school that they’re actually quadruplets, one in each house.
Overlooked Ingredients In Medicines Can Sometimes Trigger Side Effects
Overlooked Ingredients In Medicines Can Sometimes Trigger Side Effects
*looks at article, looks at tumblr fam and years of posts saying exactly this* Hmmm. If ONLY there were a way for the medical and scientific institutions to have known this already. It’s almost like … Selective Deafness or some other bullshit.
I am shocked. Do you see my shocked face? This is my shocked face.
What’s that? It looks a lot like my “unsurprised and so tired of this shit” face? Yeah. They do look a lot alike don’t they.
Hi! I’m thinking about getting a rune tattooed (probably one connected with Frey or inner strength), but I got worried now that I saw the post about nazis and runes. Do you know any place I can look these things up?
If you want to get a tattoo of a rune, goddamn well do it. (I recommend Jera, the rune of the harvest for Freyr, or Eihwaz, the rune of success through hard work and endurance, for inner strength.)
And then go out of your way to be the most stand up sort of person that you can be, and do everything in your power to oppose racism.
We do not let those fuckers take this from us.
Which reminds me, I am considering something rather exciting involving runes, ink, and needles some time this year.
Which reminds ME
I want the whole futhark tattooed down the length of my spine. I ought to see how much that would cost, one rune at a time.
I do have an Algiz on my body, which was very much a matter of being distracted with a needle in my hand and noting the addition some minutes later, but the idea I have, alas, would be impossible for me to execute on my own.
Had I the money, I’d fly myself over there and pay you to do mine.
I am, alas, a poor bitch.
Ha. I would even treat you to a local history museum, to look at Scythian sculpture and try and not steal Cossack swords.
Not that Scythian sculpture does not make my palms itch, but a large slab of stone may be difficult to conceal, I imagine.
That’s why you’ve gotta create a diversion first.
Which could be me hauling ass for freedom with several Cossack swords.
Can I come too? I /want/
Naturally. It should be fun.
I will provide sanctuary if you bring me a pair of Cossack swords. Or two.
How wonderful it is to have friends not strange to hospitality.
Our hospitality includes food, liquor, and putting the heads of those tracking you on pikes in the front yard.
And a good taste for landscape design, too!
Hey if there’s any leftover hands on them thar corpses, I can make you hands of glory for your next thieving escapade. waste not, want not.
Oh, the hands, the skulls, the skin! There is so much potential.
The tops of the skulls will be kept to drink from, once the crows have picked them clean. We can decorate around the windows with the lower jaws.
Of course you can make use of the hands, @thehornedwitch. It only makes sense.
The long bones can be made into more weapons. The rest can be ground for use in the garden.
Anybody know how to enchant necropants?
Alas, that I do not know, but I do need a new wallet.
I offer every barrel of my wormwood mead in exchange for such wonderful company, as well as teeth and finger bones, should any be left from the enemies.
Wormwood
Mead
I have wormwood and I make mead.
@slavicafire my eyes have been opened. I need this. I must make this. My thanks.
Also, dibs on the teeth, I bet they make cool jewelry.
Paladin™: when you’re kinda feeling cleric but also want to Stab
Sorcerer™: when you wanna be a caster but you don’t wanna be a nerd
Bard™: when you’ve never made a decision in your life and you don’t intend to start now
Warlock™: when you’re not quite ready to admit you’re into cryptids like that
Druid™: when honestly you’d rather be on the floor petting the DM’s cat but they made you play and this is the next best thing you guess
Fighter™: when all the weird puzzle shit bores the snot out of you and you’d rather stack dice til the fighting part gets here
Rogue™: when you’ve never solved a problem in your life, and in fact have caused many, and you’re just fine with that honestly
Cleric™: when your friends are a gaggle of idiots with a deathwish and you’re the only person who’s capable of saving them from themselves
not to flex but i’ve never watched a pewdiepie video
You know I’d almost managed to forget about the Peanut Butter Keyboard Incident until I just was reminded of my tech lab days.
Surely you’re not gonna just leave it there! An Incident with Capital Letters™ is always intriguing.
So in college I landed a job as a tutor/work study in the computer lab.
I was just supposed to be computer lab tech support/tutoring assistance for students working on stuff, but my boss was lazy as shit, and so my actual job ended up being tech support for most of the campus so that Kathy didn’t have to get off her ass and actually do anything aside from play solitaire in her office.
Literally, she sat me down and told me “I expect you to stop anyone from getting to my office (you had to walk through the computer lab to get to her office) and speaking to me unless you absolutely cannot solve the problem on your own.”
So, whenever the tech line rang, I had to jump up and grab it, and see what was up. If it wasn’t something that I could solve over the phone, I then had to jog down to whatever classroom/office was having problems and sort things out.
Any tech support person can tell you that the overwhelming majority of tech issues are simple fixes. Every once in a while, though, you get a real doozy.
Such was the case with Mr. T. Mr T was a professor who taught a few sociology courses. He was smart as a whip about his course material, but was also Very Bad with technology and proud of it. He was also a hoarder. He had thirty years worth of files, magazines, junk, stuff, and trash crammed into his office.
I got a call one day to say his keyboard wasn’t working. He was Very Upset about this; we’d just installed new keyboards, and he was Very Put Out that we’d taken his old, functioning keyboard and given him a new, broken one. I ran through the normal troubleshooting…is it plugged in, ect. ect…but no luck. So I tell Kathy where I’m going and head on down to see what’s wrong.
When I got there, I took one look at the keyboard and knew what was up.
Mr T. had…among the rest of his stuff…enough food and snacks stashed in his office to eat for a week if he’d been trapped in there somehow. Apparently he’d been making himself peanut butter toast…and don’t get me started on the fire hazard inherent with a toaster surrounded by three decades of teetering paper stacks…and had set the hot toast…thickly covered with very generous spoonfuls of warm, melty creamy peanut butter…on top of one of his stacks of paperwork while he dug for something else.
His elbow bumped the stack. The peanut butter toast and part of the stack of paper went over, landing facedown on his keyboard.
He picked the toast off and ate it anyway, but then realized that his keyboard…which was now filled with a significant amount of peanut butter…didn’t want to work any longer. So he’d called us to complain.
So I replaced the damn thing, explained in a way-too-patient tone that filling electronics with snack spreads tends to void their warranty, and told him not to eat over it any longer.
And then took that fucker back to my boss and just set it quietly in front of her. She looked at it for a couple seconds, and then just quietly shakes her head and tosses it in the dumpster.