two for one =')

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What do you say? Pen pals for life? 

with love, from anonymous by @bechnaesun and @westiris

this fic is killing me but it’s also keeping me alive

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so apparently the post earlier wasn’t the whole stream. here’s the full version! (for real this time)

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Percival: Alright, that’s it! Dishonour! Dishonour on your whole family! Make a note of it. Dishonour on you! Dishonour on your cow!
Frank the Thunderbird: *Looks into the camera like he’s on the office*

Mulan (1998)

for @wanderingnork

want one? 

(gonna keep it open one more day and then back to your regular scheduled parks and rec crossovers) 

hi hi hi I’m new to The Glass Scientist tumblr fandom! I’ve been reading the comics for a while now but I’ve never posted any of my fanart, so why not I guess? But hhhhh I love it very much,, if you wanna talk to me about it or request a doodle feel free!! :OO

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On Princess Carolyn’s bookshelf:

A Tale of Two Kittens

Me Meow Pretty One Day

Romeow and Juliet

Purrity - Johnathan Franzen

Purrmese Days

Consider The Lobster - David Foster Wallace

The Big Book of Pajamas

The Color Purrple

Purrsepolis

https://www.reddit.com/r/BoJackHorseman/comments/4ud74q/the_books_on_princess_carolines_bookshelf/

Reddit link explaining the books

Someone’s gotta do it

anonymous asked:

Do you think you could make a part 2 or mini series to that Jason Todd soulmate au you wrote? It was really really good♥️

thank you!! sorry this has taken so long, but I’ve finally got some down time this week so here it is! this is still kinda angsty because it is jason, but there’s also bed sharing and first kisses and other cute cliche stuff, so don’t tell me I never do anything nice for you guys. ;)

read part one here! 

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“You’re a fucking weirdo, Thomas,” Alexander whispered. “And I fucking love it, no matter how much I don’t want to.”

A second of silence; two, three, four, fi–

“Look at me, talking to myself. Well, I wouldn’t say to myself, as the guy I’m hopelessly in love with is lying a meter away in a separate bed but y’know, what can you do?” Alexander huffed slightly, before going silent for another few seconds. The room was eerily quiet; Thomas didn’t even know that Alexander was still awake.

He lied still; Alexander didn’t need to know he was awake. He could shrug it off, go back to normal tomorrow, and pretend he hadn’t just heard his enemy confess his love.

“I don’t even know what I’m saying. It’s four in the morning and I’m here, whining to myself. God, I need to get a life.” Alexander wiped a hand over his face. “I might as well work. Should I work? I mean, I’m not gonna be able to sleep, I know that for sure. Yeah, I think I’m gonna work.”

Thomas heard Alexander scramble out of the bed, throwing his quilt off himself.

“See you later, shithead.”


“Hey, Alexander,” Thomas said the morning after. It turned out that, for once, he was wrong. He was not able to go back to normal, to shrug it off and pretend nothing had happened. The thought, the confession, lingered in his mind whenever it could; he barely managed to get any work done, if he were being honest.

“The guy I’m hopelessly in love with.”

God, Thomas didn’t know what to do. So, what better thing to do than confront Alexander. Surely that would go wonderfully. Thomas wondered how it was possible for him to be wrong twice in a span of two days.

“What do you want, Jefferson?” The way he sneered Thomas’ name made Thomas flinch. “Leave me alone; I’m working.”

“What?” Thomas replied in his usual tone. “Won’t even give me a chance to explain why I’m talking to you?”

“Nope! Leave me alone or I’ll leave instead.”

“Wow, Hamilton, calm down. For once, I’m not here to argue.”

“Then why are you here? The only thing you can enjoy is arguing, well, that, and not doing their fucking work.”

“So hostile–”

“I thought you’d be used to it by now.”

“How do you manage it?” Thomas asked, and Alexander frowned.

“Manage what? To annoy someone I hate?” He replied, still confused.

“To treat someone you love the way you do.”

The world froze.

Alexander froze too, his face transformed into one of shock, his stance stiff and almost… scared. His hand gripped the papers too tight, crushing them slightly, though Alexander knew that was the least of his worried. He stayed like that for some time, and Thomas didn’t move too, just stared, watched, analysing Alexander’s reaction.

Then the world started again, and Alexander moved towards the door, so quickly that Thomas almost didn’t manage to stop him.

“Where are you going?” Thomas asked.

“Move,” Alexander replied, his tone sharp. “Now.”

“No,” Thomas replied. “I want an answer.”

“Well, you’re not getting one. Move, now.”

“Answer me, then.”

“God, you’re insufferable.”

“Says the one.”

“I don’t love you,” Alexander replied, then laughed slightly, though it sounded more out of nervousness than humour. “Is that good enough? I don’t even know where you got the idea.”

“Why don’t you try last night, at around four AM? You sounded pretty serious, talking to yourself and everything.”

“Jesus Christ, I hate you.”

“We both know that’s not true.”

“What are you going to do about it, then?” Alexander replied. “So what, I love you. What are you going to do? I answered your fucking question so let me leave.”

“What if I were to say I love you too?” Thomas asked.

“Well, it wouldn’t be true so please don’t.”

“Okay, you’re right but what if I said I liked you too?” Thomas corrected.

“If you really liked me, you’d let me leave,” Alexander said.

“Fine,” Thomas answered. “Go.” He moved out of the way, and Alexander nodded and quickly left.

They never talked about this conversation again. Or did they?

this is an invitation for someone else to continue it. i want to see some of your writing.

the day after anxiety attacks and urgent care

we decided to ADULT

we got the houseclean for the landlord to do a walkthru

(mostly the husband, while I was sleeping, he has evil insomnia, but now our house is so pretty?)

and then we got a realtor

and actually went and looked at a house

with a horror movie room, istg 

it made me think of that twitter spiel that’s been wandering around, with the lady who said she suddenly realized she was every dumb white lady in every horror movie ever and all because of some roses and a porcelain tub? I mean, we actively noticed the creepy, but still

for one thing the place didn’t smell right

the realtor was all, dogs maybe?

but I’ve been in scuzzy pet stores and shelters, I’ve known people who had sick pets or sick people and got behind with the pets

it was not dogs

(speaking of, they just had the dogs in the backyard, running around while no one was home, so not only is that not safe for the dogs, we the people viewing the house couldn’t actually look at the back of the house, or the foundation, or the yard, or the fence, because free-range unknown dogs jumping about.)

the smell also wasn’t, you know, oh we forgot to take the trash out and it sat for a week, or oops we should’ve shampooed the rugs this was

unpleasant and yet completely unidentifiable

(I mean, I don’t think it was a dead body smell, to judge from previous experience with roadkill and that one time we got squirrels in the walls when I was a kid? but it was not a good thing either)

and one of the bedrooms was locked

both doors 

including the one from the bathroom, like, have you ever seen a bedroom-to-bathroom door that is lockable from inside the bedroom rather than the bathroom?

and no one was home, but both doors were locked so like … how did the owner get in there?

why would you lock a door when you have an appointment for a realtor to show your house so people have to be able to walk through it?

what were they hiding?

so yeah, we’re definitely not getting that one