famous mouse

anonymous asked:

what's the "famous dangermouse incident" to do with vegemite? is this some obscure british thing that only you guys know about?

hahahaha that’s absolutely not a British thing anon, that is 100% a robron thing.

I mean, Danger Mouse was a British cartoon from the 80’s (it also had a spin off, Count Duckular, that was one of my grandad’s favourite shows - he used to own a bunch of episodes on VHS that I would watch every time I went to visit him).

Also hands up if you were a British child who was forced to try vegemite by at least one random Australian supply teacher when you were in school, because i 100% was. Australians love to push that shit on you is2g. @ my Aussie friends, u know u do this too.

Anyway, apparently the vegemite is what caused the “famous Danger Mouse incident” for robron and I’ve never been so bereft at a lack of detail as I am about this one thing 😌

Yes I want fame and money but not for the reason you think

It’s not the attention, or the fine wines that I would down, or the most expensive scotch

It’s so I can go to disney world whenever I want

That’s genuinely my reasoning behind wanting fame and it has been since I was like 3 and it will be until I get there

Like Justin Bieber could wake up tomorrow and be like ‘’Fuck it, Disney World’’ Get a random flight there last minute, buy shitloads of fast passes and go on whatever ride he wants

I want to have that power cause there’s nothin fuckin better in this world than Disney World and Universal Studios

So there, my motives are now abhorrently clear, I fucking hate music, I fucking love Disney

Florida Holidays ftw

(Jokes I love music it’s boss, but yes, Disney World is genuinely a key motive in becoming famous)

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the critically acclaimed anime film “Metropolis” was based off a manga which at one point featured a race of giant man-eating rats that looked exactly like walt disney’s famous “mickey mouse” , shunsaku ban at one point even murders one of these rats, guts it, and wears its skin as a costume in order to escape from duke red’s underground prison

darkwingdragon  asked:

You like old cartoons right! Well there's a PlayStation 1 game called Mickey's wild adventure! and it's based on famous episodes of Mickey mouse cartoons. just thoght you should know! :)

Ooh that sounds cool! Was is based on only one episode are was it a bunch of episodes? Actually, I think Epic Mickey took some inspiration from some of the old cartoons, too, didn’t it? Though, the only ones that come to mind are Fantasia and the one Looking Glass cartoon.

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They were marks that ruined the beautiful piece of art that was Michael James Way himself.

((Trigger warning))

“Mikey?” you called out as you closed the front door of you and your fiancé’s newly bought home. It was beautiful to say in the least.You kicked off your black converse and shrugged off your leather jacket. After receiving no answer, you furrowed your eyebrows in genuine confusion.

“Where is he…?” you mumbled to yourself as you began to search your house. “Baby?” you called out again, adding worry to your voice; hoping he would notice it and come to you instead.

With yet again no answer and no Mikey in any room downstairs, you began to head upstairs. You entered your shared bedroom and sat down on your bed, glancing at the laptop on it. It had an article open when you wiggled your finger over the mouse. ‘Famous Mikey Way Of My Chemical Romance Back On Drugs? Or Just Anorexic? Read Bel-’. Closing the laptop in pure fury, you headed to your bathroom to remove the make up you had done that morning.

To your surprise, when you opened the door, there Mikey lay, on his knees in front of the mirror, shirtless and staring solomnly at the mirror in front of him. “Baby are you okay?" you whispered, slowly advancing towards him. You caught sight of the fresh cuts that littered the tops of his thighs, laying atop of his old ones and tears filled your eyes. They were marks that ruined the beautiful piece of art that was Michael James Way himself. They were marks that represented tiger stripes - that he was a fighter and he could make it. Mikey was strong, Gerard knew it, you knew it, everyone knew it, although he did not.

"I don’t understand. I’m not anorexic. I’m not on drugs. I’m just a skinny ass fuck up. I fucking hate being thin! Look at me! I’m disgusting…” he yelled, seemingly to himself but you knew it was to you. Mikey got up from his knees and shoved you out of the way, your arm slightly colliding with the hard frame of the door but that didn’t seem to bother you at the minute. What bothered you was how your Mikey fell onto your bed in a heap of tears and loud sobs. It honestly broke your heart.

You hesitated but thought 'fuck it’ and scurried over the heap of quilt at the end of your bed, trying to avoid kneeling the expensive laptop somewhere in the middle of them. Trying to comfort Mikey whilst simultaneously trying not to bug him was quite the task. Although it was a task you were willing to complete. You kneeled next to his shaking figure and  ran your fingers through his dirty blond hair, over and over again: just the way he liked it any other time. His sobs calmed down to hiccups but you could clearly tell just how upset he still was.

“Baby… Baby can you look at me?” you whispered, unsure and wary of what his reaction would be. He isn’t always the usual sweet motherfucker Mikey Way when he was upset. To your surprise, after a few tense seconds, he began to sit up, legs crossed and turned towards you. His red, blotchy face made your breathing hitch; his nose was running slightly, and his eyes were raw with tears. His eyebrows sticking up every angle.

“What?” he spat, “Are you going to question me about how much I eat and where I actually go when I say I’m going to the studio? What drugs I’m taking and their effect on me? Huh? Are you going to react just like my own mother and brother? Go on! I honestly couldn’t care less right now. Don’t sugarcoat while you’re at it either.”

You were at a loss of words, “M-Mikey? I wouldn-I couldn’t do that to you, no matter how hard I would try. I love you and you know that - or at least I hope.” you say glancing up to look into his hazel eyes. “Baby, I don’t want you feeling this way, I know these articles are straight up bullshit and you do too.” You carry on, throwing your arms into the air in disbelief. “The writers only want their company to earn money for themselves. They’re heartless people. I’m hurt you would think of me that way.” you finish and lower your eyes, suddenly finding the plain white sheets interesting. You felt knuckles brushing your knee
but ignored them, knowing it was just Mikes. You were being selfish and you knew it.

After no reply, you stood up off the bed, “Fuck it, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have disrupted you,” you say to him. I’ll be downststairs if you need me. You need your time alone, and again, I’m sorry for interrupting it, I-“

"Stop apologising, please [Y/N]. Come here,” he says, arms opening to give you a hug - if you were willing to accept it that was. After thinking for a split second, you gave in and walked a few steps towards him, falling into his arms, and smiling into his chest as he gave you a feeble kiss to the top of your head. “I love you and I’m sorry for thinking you'd react that way. You’re better than that I know it” he explained.

You pressed a kiss to his lips then looked down his still shirtless torso to the cuts scattered across his thighs. “That’s something you need to learn yourself, Michael.”

Pub Quiz - Unedited Version

Robert: It’s where you want us to go for our honeymoon.
Aaron: Erm…New York…Las Vegas…France.
Frank: Correct.
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Robert: The only thing your mum knows how to make.
Aaron: Bacon butty.
Chas:  Oi!
Frank: Correct.

Robert: You love when I wear this.
Aaron: (Smiles) Waistcoat.
Frank: Correct.

Robert: You eat these in bed while I’m reading and you know it annoys me.
Aaron: Crisps.
Frank: Correct.

Robert: Liv thinks I look like one.
Aaron: Oh…erm, a rat.
Robert:  A rat!  She thinks I look like a rat?
Aaron:  Erm…er, a monkey. 
Frank: Correct.

Robert: Holiday destination. You love it, I think it’s tacky.
Aaron: Er…Ibiza.
Frank: Correct.

Robert: Er, what goes on toast, caused that famous Danger Mouse incident?
Aaron: Oh, erm, er, Marm, Vegemite.
Frank: Correct, and time and with an astonishing seven points to zero, I declare Team, I’m sure they could’ve come up with something better than this, maybe something like Aarob or Robron-Aaron and Robert the winners!

The Most Magical Place- Part 3

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Part 3

Ladies and gentlemen, please collect your belongings, watch your head and step, and take small children by the hand. We hope you enjoy your day at the Magic Kingdom.

*bing bong*

At the sound of the electronic chime, the monorail doors slid open, and Lucas and Riley exited onto the concrete platform of the open air station outside the park’s gates. They were already a few minutes late for the 3:00 o’clock meeting time with the rest of their group, and they still had to make it all the way to the castle, which was where they’d agreed to meet.

The front entrance of the park wasn’t far from the monorail station, and they made their way through it with a swipe of their wristbands.

On the other side of the turnstile, a wide sloping bank lay sprawled at the base of a second-story railroad platform. Its beautifully landscaped lawn surrounded a conformation of hedges and flower beds that had been laid out to form a large medallion with the famous mouse ears at its center. At the top of the bank sat a Victorian style train station, adorned with gables and a high clock tower, and it was the first thing guests were presented with when they walked through the gate.  

A train whistle sounded as they headed towards the short tunnel that passed under the tracks and into the park, Lucas forcing a slight speed to their steps by his grip on Riley’s hand.

“We shouldn’t have stayed for the Bug movie,” he fretted, as they hurriedly crossed the cobblestoned courtyard to the underpass.

“Lucas, would you relax? I told you it’s fine. They’re probably just waiting for us on a bench somewhere. It’s not like they’ll mind the extra rest time. Well, the kids might,” she amended. “But knowing my dad, he’ll probably just turn it into a lesson on patience or something.” Her tone was half-humorous when she said it, but the likelihood that it was true was actually pretty good.

“I know, I just don’t like to be late,” he continued to fuss. “Especially when it involves your dad.”

Riley looked at him in affectionate understanding. “It’ll be okay, I promise,” she soothed.

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  • Frank: We have a tie-breaker between team Top of The Shops... and the imaginatively titled team Aaron and Robert. (...) Now I've devised a suitable tie-breaker. It's my version of the game Taboo. There's a single word written on each of these. And one team member has to describe it to another without saying it, and the other one has to guess what it is, okay? The one who gets the most in a minute wins. We make a start when you're all ready.
  • (...)
  • Robert: Holiday destination. You love it, I think it's tacky.
  • Aaron: Er... Ibiza.
  • Frank: Correct.
  • Robert: Er... what goes on toast, caused that famous Danger Mouse incident?
  • Aaron: Oh, erm... er... Marm... Vegemite.
  • Frank: Correct, and time! And with an astonishing seven points to zero, I declare Team, I'm sure they could've come up with something better than this, Aaron and Robert the winners!
The Dunbonnet’s Cave: Chapter 2, Beltane

The first chapter can be found here, and all my stories can be found here.


A/N: This story is divergent from the books, rather than the show. Assume that Claire hasn’t spoken to anyone except Frank about Jamie. The poem is the famous, “To a Mouse,” by the incomparable Robert Burns.


The whole story poured out of me that evening after the girls had gone to bed. I hadn’t meant to say anything, but Mrs. Graham possessed not only a sympathetic ear, but an open mind as well. When she asked me about the relevance of the poem by Catullus, I told her everything, and to my relief, she believed me openly and without hesitation. Grateful tears sprang to my eyes at her gentle acceptance. I had told Frank the truth, but he had simply thought me mad. And even if he hadn’t, my current husband was the wrong man to speak with about how badly I missed Jamie. It was unreasonable to expect understanding from him. But with Mrs. Graham, I found a friend and a kindred spirit.

After I eventually fell silent, Mrs. Graham said the words I had been too afraid to say aloud, the ones I could hardly bear to contemplate. “So he lived. After all that, yer husband survived Culloden and made it home.”

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