milk road


Let’s talk about Cremia from Majora’s Mask for a second. She offers you a ride back to town out of the kindness of her heart and seems like your typical down to earth farm girl… Until these lines come up.

Cremia isn’t messing around. She knows exactly what’s going on here, she’s likely seen it before–been around the block, so to speak. She not only knows what’s happening but in .2 seconds flat comes up with a counter plan to get through this with her cargo in tact.

Could you imagine Romani having been her archer in the past? A team of sisters against no good milk-stealing bandits?

No really though, Cremia is one tough cookie. Do not mess with her.

anonymous asked:

are there any estonian memes?

There are; most popular of them are (translated because they’re in Estonian)

  • “Darling, did you buy Alma milk??”
  • “ All of the road is broken”
  • “Ouch, *Russian swear*, why are you doing skin?”
  • “I was in a explosion when tree walked”
  •  “When you’re out of cash, print more of it”
  • “My internet ran out of room”
  • “Eat seeds”
  • “I think police should intervene here”
  •  and that:
#124 - For Hunter

Filling the prompt “Can u maybe do one based on the song achie,marry me by alvvays? It’s very cute, maybe like Van writes the song about "archie”, about how she doesn’t want to get married just yet. He adores her so much?“

Note: So, for the sake of meeting the prompt, we’re going to pretend that Alvvays did not write Archie, Marry Me.

It was almost 9:00pm and you’d not left the house since… since when was it? Maybe the day before, in the morning? You ran across the road for milk. Or, was that the day before that… You went to the markets at some point. Fuck. How long had you been inside? Rolling over in bed, you watched Van sleep. His freckles were fading without the sunlight to keep them dark. Frowning, you let yourself mourn for them for a moment. Then, you poked him in the ribs. He moaned and pushed your hand away. He stretched out under the blanket.

"Van, when did we last go anywhere?” you whispered. He shrugged, not opening his eyes. Looking over at the alarm clock next to the bed, you sat up straight in shock. “Van! It’s like, late! I thought it was dark because it was still early morning! What the fuck,” you got out of bed and walked to the window. Yep. Definitely night time. “What day is it?” You could hear him chuckle. He opened his eyes and rolled onto his back. You moved to sit on him, straddling his hips. He held both hands up and you leaned your weight onto his arms, fingers tangled.

“Don’t know,”

“We could have been in here for a week,”


“So?! It’s not healthy. Come on. Get up. We’ll shower and go out for dinner. See what the guys are up to, yeah?”

He shrugged again, and you undressed next to the bed, forcing him awake. He followed you into the bathroom and undressed too. In the shower you washed each other’s hair and kissed hard.

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I was just notified by my mother that one of her friends recently lost her bird, Rambo. She asked me to post it on tumblr, so I am. We live in New York, and it is frigid cold here in winter. It’s supposed to go down to 10 degrees tonight. Please signal boost this to help.

There is a $900 reward if he is found.

Rambo the African Gray Parrot went missing last week on Sand Creek road in Albany, New York.

Parrots are weird birds to find when they go missing because they can mimic phrases. Rambo is known to say his name (”Rambo”), make a very distinctive squeaky toy sound and say several variations of the phrase “step up.” (”C’mon, step up” and “Step up, Rambo”)

He is believed to still be in the area because someone claims to have heard the squeaky toy sounds and ”step up” last night while in the area.

Most likely, if he is found, he will be perched in a tree, but may be seen flying or walking around.

If you see this bird in the upstate New York area, please send me an ask or contact Sue at 518-331-2445 with the following information:

  • Your name
  • Location you found him
  • Time of day you found him
  • State of bird (Alive, dead)
  • If alive, state current behavior to the best of your ability


  • Do not try to pick the bird up if you see him. Grays often bite total strangers trying to handle them, especially when distressed.
  • Do not approach Rambo or he will fly away.
  • Do not call the police, fire department, animal control etc unless instructed to do so by Sue

African Gray parrots look like this:


(via Milk Race Tour of Scotland, 1974 | Dave Millar (Chryston Whs… | Flickr)

Mad Max Fury Road was awesome. 

Borrowed a M3 Carbine from BE Meyers and Company for this shot.  This is on of the earliest models of weaponized Night Vision.  Capable of identifying targets out to 100 yards under ideal conditions or so… but as you and I know, ideal conditions are rare in the real world.  Still, it would be a massive advantage to have this even in this day.  60 pound lead acid battery not pictured or portrayed.  We’ll use this thing called “artistic license” of “make believe”

BE Meyers and Company has a lonnnnnng history of working with movies… the founder and his sons are all huge movie buffs, and they used to help on movies all the time.  

gyuunyuuu is the lovely model and artist behind Super Milk Cosplay.

anonymous asked:

“Fuck I feel like I got hit by a car… Wait I did? And it was your car?” kyoya or hikaru?


(also as someone who has been hit by a car before, I can tell you that it is not fun no siree - Beckett)


For a moment, you’re sure you must be dead. That’s the only way to explain the absolute nothingness you feel for all of two seconds before all of your senses flood back to you at once.

The first thing you register is the pain.

Not excruciating, by any means, but definitely there and rather hard to ignore. A dull throb in your abdomen, as if you’ve been tackled by a professional footballer, along with all of his not-so-little friends, and gotten the wind knocked out of you. Your head hurts.

You also realise you’re lying spread eagled on what feels like concrete, which can’t be helping matters.

And then there’s the yelling.

“-just ran out in front of me, the brakes can only do so much at that distance, sir!”

“Stop making excuses and get on the phone!”

You blink, only just realising that your eyes are open. A cloud floats across the sky overhead. 

“…Ami I fired?”

“You- just call the damn ambulance!”

An ambulance…?

Your head clears all at once.

Ah, right, That must be for you. Why do you need an ambulance? You were on your way home, but had stopped to grab some milk. You’d paid, left the shop and began to cross the road when…


Well, okay then.

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I’m not crying, nor have I been crying for the past two hours because I hate the show or because I want to kill Matt Weiner. I’m crying and have been crying for the past two hours because Betty Francis, a character I adore and am painfully attached too, is dying. She’s fucking dying. She’s got nine months to a year to live. I fucking hate the storyline, but I’m not mad at the show or the writers. So, in a weird way, the storyline makes sense, “Mad Men” is not a show about happiness, is about life. And in life you search for happiness. Sometimes you find it, sometimes you don’t. Joan got a shitty exit from McCann, Roger knows he’s condemned to spend the rest of his years trapped in those offices, not being a leader, Don is a hobo again and Betty is fucking dying. Did this ruin “Mad Men” for me? Hell no! Do I like it? Hell fucking no! “Mad Men” is that show that happens to be different, the one that sets itself apart, the one that makes sense, the one that grips you and makes you get involved because of the characters, and not the ships, the one that built an amazing fandom where we can all talk and discuss in a civilized way, the one that you don’t get angry with. The finale probably won’t hurt as much now that I saw what’s happening to Betty, and I may joke that that’s what Matt planned all along with this storyline, but I still don’t want to say goodbye to it. I know Betty’s story sucks, and that she’s dying before her time. I’m well aware the woman smokes like a chimney and yeah, that’s life! And that’s “Mad Men”. And Matt and the writers have given her seven seasons of amazing storylines and watching her go through the rollercoaster that has been Betty’s life was a thrill. But still, I feel validated to keep on crying because the Queen is dying of cancer and it fucking hurts. And watching this show end will also fucking hurt.

I’m always there when you need me-Anon Request

Hiya, everyone!

I hope everyone’s having a good week so far.

So here I am, with another imagine. i feel like its a little short, and mostly dialogue, so I apologize about that.

But I liked writing it, nonetheless. 

‘Hi! I love your blog an was wondering if you could right an imagine for me? (my boyfriend is really sick and he wants me to come over to his house and take care of him) is that ok? Thankkk youuu!!!’

Love, Sarah

y/n= your name b/n= boyfriend’s name

Sleep. Sleeping is great, such a great thing. A thing that shouldn’t be disturbed unless:

1) the house is on fire, but even in that case, I could be carried outside and not be disturbed from my slumber

2) someone is dying

3) Dylan O'Brien is at my doorstep

4) you are in possession of a (preferably more than 1 but I’ll take what I can get) Hershey’s cookies and cream chocolate bar


And so, last Saturday, when my phone’s obnoxious ringtone started blasting loudly from its place under my pillow, let’s just say I was not a very happy camper. In a groggy state, I’d reluctantly reached for my phone, slid my thumb across the screen, but not before my eyes shot a quick glare at the time: 2:55AM, and brought the phone up to my ear with a loud sigh.

It went a little like this…

“For your safety, I seriously hope someone’s dying for you to be calling at a such ungodly hour of the night.”

“So you want my brother to die? Geez, y/n if you want to break up with him don’t be so harsh about it.”

I frowned and pulled the phone back, long enough for me to see who was calling. I quickly sat up in bed after seeing my boyfriend’s name on my phone screen and brought the phone back up to my right ear.

“What? What’s going on? Why are you calling from b/n’s phone?”

“Well, dear apple of my brother’s eyes. I got home to find my brother puking his lungs out on his bedroom floor. Extremely gross.”

At that point I was more than awake, and quite worried.

“How in the world? What did he eat this time?”

“I have no idea,” b/n’s brother murmured with distaste in his voice. “He was out with his friends tonight though. They always end up doing some crazy, and stupid, really stupid shit. And-oh God, ew! He’s puking again! Mom!”

I pulled the phone away from my ear, cringing at all the commotion coming from the other hand of the line.


“Yeah okay, y/n. My brother’s being a little bitch and he’s whining about some pot brownie, I think he’s high and drunk, definitely drunk. And he’s fucking puking. It’s disgusting. Anyways, he won’t let anyone touch him and he wants you to come over. I think he’s about to cry, hurry up.”

“Huh, okay,” I mumbled, immediately springing into action. “I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

After slipping a pair of shoes on and grabbing my keys, phone and raincoat, I slipped out of my room and towards my parent’s. I knocked twice before pushing the door open and rushing to my mom’s side.

“Mom, mom,” I said, frantically shaking her shoulder until she woke up. “b/n’s sick and I need to go take care of him.”

My mom’s tired eyes took me in a she sighed before glancing at the time on her nightstand’s small clock. “y/n its 3 in the morning.” She remarked with a sigh.

“I know mom, but he needs me, I’ll be careful and I’ll text you as soon as I get there.” I don’t know what struck my mom to let me do such a thing but I didn’t question her and nearly squealed in happiness before pressing a quick kiss to her forehead.

“Love you guys!” I whisper-yelled before slipping out of their room and down the stairs.


Thankfully, the roads were crystal clear at 3AM and I made it to b/n’s house without breaking any laws. Okay, I might’ve ran a red light, or two, but that’s a detail.

Once I was safely parked into their driveway, I sent a quick text to my mom to let her know I was doing okay.

After locking my car’s doors, I made my way up to their door and rang the doorbell once. Less than 5 seconds later, the door swung open to reveal b/n’s very annoyed brother. “y/n! Thank God you’re here!” He cried, pulling me inside and closing the door. “I don’t know how much of my brother’s delirious whining I can take.”

I rolled my eyes at him, and quickly slipped my shoes off before darting towards the stairs. Once at the top of the stairs, their very distressed mom greeted me. She proceeded to hug, and thank me a million times before ushering me towards the bathroom.

With a small sigh, I pushed the door open and cringed at the smell and sight. My boyfriend’s top half was slouched over the toilet with him holding onto it for dear life. Another sigh left my lips and I let my raincoat fall to the ground before entering to bathroom.

“b/n, hey.” I crouched down next to him and brushed some hair away from his forehead.

 ’‘Baby, you’re here.“ He looked up at me, eyes redder than ever and lips quivering.

 ’'Of course I am.” I smiled at him, my heart breaking at the sight of his limp figure. I just about jumped out of my skin when an inhuman sound left his throat before his head disappeared inside the toilet.

“Oh, God.” I groaned, turning my head away from the sight, rubbing my hand over his back in circular motions. I let him go until the only sound I could hear was him coughing and spitting in the bowl.

“Okay,” I reached for some paper and helped b/n sit down, with his back resting against the bathtub. He seriously looked like he was about to cry and I knew I could laugh about that later. I wiped his mouth and chest until all trace of vomit was gone and threw the paper away with a grimace. 

“What did you get yourself into this time?” I sighed, running my fingers through his damp hair.

“Th-they were like hey, hey! Lets eat this and,” he giggled before poking my cheek with his index. “You’re so cute, babe. So beautiful.” He was then full on stroking my cheeks with both of his hands.

The click of a camera was heard from behind us and I watched b/n’s eyes widen in horror before he tried pulling himself up. I glanced behind me and glared at b/n’s brother who raised his hands up in surrender.

“Go.” I order and he rolled his eyes, walking away and snickering down at his phone. I turned back and came face to face with a pouting b/n.

“He took a picture, and I look horrible.”

“No baby, you look great, I promise.” I lied because he did look pretty horrible. Two words. Sweat. Puke. The smell was horrible and he was literally glistening under the bathroom light because of how sweaty he was.

“Okay, I love you. S-so much, like bigger than the Milk Road-”

“You mean the Milky Way?” I corrected him with a chuckle. He simply fell silent and sat there, staring at me with a blank face.

“Okay, do you think you can stand? You need a shower.”

He shook his head and jugged out his bottom lip. “Can I have a bubble bath?”

“Jesus. No, we don’t have time for that. C'mon, I’ll help you.” I slid my hand under his armpits but he almost immediately slouched down after hearing my response.

“No? You don’t love me anymore?” His eyes were glistening with tears and I sighed.

“Of course I do, sweetie. I love you but you can’t have a bubble bath right now.”

With his right hand, he reached up for my cheek and started stroking it. His hand was super clammy but I didn’t pull away, not wanting him to start bawling his eyes out on me. “K-kiss me. ” He demanded, lips puckered up and right hand still stroking my cheek.

I frowned and placed my hand on his, pulling it down until it was resting on his thigh. “I can’t, you’re all-”

“Oh my God, ” He cried, his body slumped down even lower and his head fell backwards. He closed his eyes and his face contorted into a pained expression. “You don’t love me! Oh m-my God. You don’t wanna kiss me anymore. I don’t want a new lover, please. ” He whined while clutching my t-shirt.

“No, ” I held back a laugh and pushed some hair away from his forehead yet another time. “I love you, but I can’t kiss you right now sweetie. I’ll hug you now and later, once you’re all clean I promise you can get a kiss. ” I bargained while chewing on my bottom lip, hoping he’d stop whining so I could get him into the shower.

He frowned before lifting his head up and opening only one eye. “Pinkie promise? ” He asked, holding his pinkie out in front of me. I nodded and tightened my own around his for a seconds before resting both of my hands on his thighs.

“Good, okay. ” I pulled him in for a quick hug, smiling when he rested his chin on my shoulder. “Okay, lets get you in the shower. ”

Now, I’ve taken care of this fool before while he was sick, but never once was he drunk, and possibly high while it happened. It was already hard enough when he was just sick, so imagine having to help a delirious teenage boy shower at 3:40AM. What could’ve been done in 10 minutes took us 30 minutes. I ended up with the top half of my sweatpants completely soaked and my patience hanging on a very thing thread. But I loved him, and I still do, so I wasn’t that mad.

At 4:15AM, I’d changed into an old pair of b/n’s sweatpants and he was lying down in his bed with a damp towel over his forehead. The effects of the alcohol had started wearing down and he was looking at me with the guiltiest of looks on his face. I got up from my crouching position and placed his empty glass of water on his nightstand before sitting down next to his lying figure.

“How are you feeling? ” I questioned, running my fingers through his hair, a thing I knew he loved.

“Better. You’re so good to me, too good. ” He frowned before taking my free hand in his and pulling me down until I was lying face to face with him.

“You need to rest, ” I rolled my eyes, ignoring what he’d just said. “Do you need anything else? ”

He shook his head; frown still etched onto his pale face. “I’m sorry. I know you were tired because of work, I didn’t mean to. ” I smiled at him and rested my hand on his cheek before pressing a kiss to his nose.

“It’s okay, babe. I’m not mad at you, ” His features softened and I scooted closer to him. “You needed me so I came. Just stop doing stupid shit; I don’t want you to get really hurt. Then I’d be mad and scared. ”

“I love you so much. Can I get my kiss? ” He pleaded with a cute pout. I laughed and pecked his lips a few times.

“There, ” I smiled. “You got like five, how’s that? ”

He grinned at me and gave me a thumbs up before closing his eyes. “I’m so tired, can you stay with me? ”

I smiled and leaned in to press a lingering kiss on his lips. “Yeah, sweetie. I’ll stay. ”

The End

Voilaaa. I hope I lived up to your expectations Anon 😊 

And I hope everyone enjoyed!

Have a great night everyone 💙

Love, Sarah