zagreus:

the-caffeinated-pigeon:

australian-frog-cakes:

the-entire-furry-fandom:

ww-swagabond:

meta18:

osoru:

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slowly approaching bear

the bears will be in eventually

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Bear will arrive sooner than thought.

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BEAR IS APPROACHING AT ALARMING SPEEDS

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BEAR IS GO FAST LOSING TRACK OF BEAR

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BEAR HAS REACHED MACH ONE

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WE HAVE LOST VISUAL ON BEAR

He nyooms

this is one of those Vintage Tumblr Posts that has hardly aged at all. still just as funny as it was four years ago

ticklesnod:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

ljlyall:

ljlyall:

The dean of students took the wheels from my heelys I feel like Lucifer stripped of his wings

I have to walk down the hallways like a common wench and I’m LIVID

this is 100x more tragic than the story of icarus, fight me

one time the math teacher stopped me in the halls and said “hey! no skateboarding inside!” so i stopped and then he was like “wait, where’d the skateboard go” and i started heelying and he looked really surprised for a second and just said “look, i’m not sure if thats against the rules or not, so i wont stop you. but if it turns out that it is against the rules, i didn’t not stop you.”

bubonickitten:

me, yelling at my anxiety: heart palpitations are UNNECESSARY!!! nothing is happening you melodramatic fool!!!

my anxiety, shouting through a megaphone and ignoring me like a petulant child: 🎶 you better watch out 🎶 you better watch out 

🎶 you better wATCH OUT 

🎶 YOU BETTER WATCH OUT 

🎶 yOu BeTTeR wAtCh oUt 

🎶

“Good Morning, Lazy Scales”

evilsupplyco:

The dryad awoke with the sun, yawning in the pale light. She stretched then got out of bed with an easy grace.

The mermaid slept on, muttering in her native language, complaining about the early hour. She returned to the sleepy seas after her sylvan wife gently kissed her forehead.

Creeping into the kitchen and whistling bird songs, the dryad began the day’s most important task: making coffee.

She slid a trowel’s worth of silt into one side of the machine and a handful of coral into the other. Breakfast prep came next.

“Good morning, lazy scales,” the dryad teased the mermaid as she finally came into the kitchen. Hair as wild as a storm, tail drifting back and forth, eyes as bleary as a treasure map, the mermaid began to reply but opted instead to simply stick out her tongue and make a silly vrrpt noise.

Giggling, the dryad set the table and laid out their breakfast.

A 50-year Trekkie bestows Star Trek history upon the next generation: How fandom and fanfiction sparked the galaxy’s most controversial romance

spockslash:

skyywalkerfen:

legobiwan:

stars-inthe-sky:

A wonderful piece about fandom history, friendships, and legacies.

Dee called AO3 a “candy store,” and said the fan art she has seen, in particular, has been overwhelming. “I cannot get over the art,” she said. “We would have jumped at this. I would’ve given my right tit for all this art when I was in my twenties. Because you couldn’t reproduce it, you couldn’t send it out, but [now] there’s this fabulous art coming out every single day.”

Yes. Yes. Yes.  This is how it happened.  Excellent article.

Thanks to the author for permission to share this here, and for being
just a really nice human being, and big thanks to the artist who did my
mom’s portrait, above. -Zachary

A 50-year Trekkie bestows Star Trek history upon the next generation: How fandom and fanfiction sparked the galaxy’s most controversial romance