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Tol and Smol things

the tol randomly lifting the smol and putting them down somewhere else like people do with babies and the smol being so confused like “why??????”

the smol being the perfect height for surprise tickle attacks because no one looks down so no one sees them coming

the tol using the smol as an armrest and the smol acts annoyed but secretly loves it

the smol just burrowing into the tol’s shoulder/chest when they hug and the tol resting their chin on the top of the smol’s head

the smol hiding behind the tol and literally no one can see them because they’re so smol or because the tol is so tol

the smol being a tiny little ball of energy and rage and constantly jumping around and threatening to fight people 

the tol being the one who has to calm down the smol and apologize when the smol says “fite me” to that five year old who took the last box of lucky charms in the store 

the tol giving the smol piggyback rides

the smol running full speed at the tol and barrelling into them but only succeeding in bouncing off because they’re so smol

the smol being the big spoon and the tol being the little spoon sometimes

the tol puts all the things on the top shelf so that the smol has to jump to reach them

the smol retaliating by putting all the things on the bottom shelf so the tol has to bend over or kneel on the floor to reach them

the smol having a huge ass dog like a saint bernard or a wolfhound or something big enough to ride

the tol having a fucking chihuahua

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January 20, 2017 11:58am

Meanwhile, in New York…

A plane carrying a protest banner reading “We outnumber him! Resist!” flew over New York City. No word yet on who is behind flyover.

- Info from Daniella Diaz at CNN Politics

Many photos were taken by Alex Wellerstein in Hoboken, New Jersey and released on Twitter.

Life and Liberty are threatened everywhere. We need a Watchword and a Banner for the battle. We need a Principle on which to reconstruct. And so: Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.

A propaganda flyer created by Blazing Star O.T.O.

Frater 440.’.
93 93/93

AU where Persons A and B are roommates and A is a vampire and doesn’t even hide it but B just thinks they’re joking all the time.

“Is that wine? Can I have a sip?”

“It’s blood.”

“Haha, whatever you say.”


“Where did you get these sweet fake fangs?”

“They’re real. I’m a vampire.”

“Sure you are, and I’m Bigfoot.”

cute things your otp can do:

  • go on walks at sunset
  • buy each other random things that remind them of each other
  • get matching tattoos
  • take cooking classes together
  • stay-at-home date nights once a week
  • fuck until their throats are raw from screaming
  • get a pet
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FOR GOLD AND GLORY! Had the absolute pleasure of donning the black, red and gold of the 13th Free Company tonight at Ballarat Swordcraft. I spent a good 5 hours yesterday making the red tunic and FreeCo tabard I’m wearing here, not a bad day’s effort! Also check out this awesome flag!

Thanks to all the lads in FreeCo for being so awesome and welcoming. And a shoutout to my FreeCo buds on tumblr @vikingbuckler, @moon-fey and @theprohobby for letting me run with you and teaching me some sweet buckler moves! I have so much more to learn!

And @michellejoy for taking cool pictures of me :)

18/1/2017
Swordcraft, Ballarat. Australia.

the best types of otp

the type where one is a ray of sunshine who lights up everyone’s worlds and the other is the storm cloud that sometimes blocks the light, but eventually the light shines through and makes the stormcloud fluffy and white

the type where one is death and the other is life, where one is dark and the other is light, where one is yin and the other is yang, where they are complete opposites but they balance each other out so completely

the type where they’re both so broken and scattered that it doesn’t hurt them to pick up the pieces of each other and put them back together, sometimes using a piece of themselves to fix a tiny crack in the otherwise flawless shard of what used to be a soul

the type where they’re both suns and every other little planet and moon gravitates towards them, but they’re special to each other, they light up the spaces where the other can’t reach, and with their combined gravitational pulls they know they’ll never be apart from each other

the kind where one is a spark and the other is kerosene, where all it takes is a single spark to create an explosion of fire and light so powerful that it destroys everything but them

the type where one is diamond, hard and unforgiving and cold, and the other is light, warm and inviting and safe, and apart they are nothing more than themselves, but when they’re together the diamond becomes a rainbow, a kaleidoscope of beauty and color as it reflects the light

the type where one is shattered and jagged and haphazard in how they’d put themselves back together, and the other is unblemished and new and unmarked, and they don’t mind breaking off a few pieces of themself to fix the cracks left in the other’s heart