actually this fic is terrible
so does anyone want to write me actual good fic where Pansy Parkinson is Carmen Sandiego after the war
January 2012
The Dead | Susan Mitchell
At night the dead come down to the river to drink.
They unburden themselves of their fears,
their worries for us. They take out the old photographs.
They pat the lines in our hands and tell our futures,
which are cracked and yellow.
Some dead find their way to our houses.
They go up to the attics.
They read the letters they sent us, insatiable
for signs of their love.
They tell each other stories.
They make so much noise
they wake us
as they did when we were children and they stayed up
drinking all night in the kitchen.
AGH HARRY/PANSY EXCEPT PANSY IS LIKE CARMEN SANDIEGO AND HARRY IS TOM HANKS IN CATCH ME IF YOU CAN AND PANSY IS ALSO FRANK ABGNALE LEONARDO DICAPRIO
and Pansy is actually Carmen Sandiego
GIMP problem
there is the toolbox on the left and then the other helpful box full of things on the left except the left one has disappeared what is it called and how do I get it back
where did it go
Please help me get my dad back!
My dad was taken by Immigration and they could sent him back any day now! He won’t be able to come back for 10 years and he hasn’t done anything wrong. He’s been living here for 20 years, always paying taxes, and helped many families start lives in America. We need your help.
Sign this petition!
https://www.change.org/petitions/director-of-immigration-and-customs-enforcement-stop-the-deportation-of-mark-gomes-a-070-641-041#share
PLEASE REBLOG!
Help me, Internets.
So: as some of you know, I am looking to move to Oxford, England as soon as possible. I have recently come back from Australia where I suffered a bout of ill mental health. I am on the right track getting help, and am making vast leaps of improvements, but this will never get too far if I keep to my current living arrangements. I am living with my mother who is chronically depressed. I’ve been her carer for the best part of ten years and that has been a contributing factor to my own problems. Her house is in rural Somerset. I don’t drive, and as she has only moved here in the last year, while I was at University, I have no friends or relations nearby.
It is very important for my continued mental good health that I Get Out Of Here as soon as humanly possible. I am looking primarily at Oxford, as I have a cluster of friendship circles there and it would be an ideal environment to get back to normal life.
I am not asking for funds - what I am asking for is information, any sort of point in the right direction any one can give me to a room in a flat/house share with people who are okay with, shall we say, the eccentric internet type, and who won’t run a mile at the first sniff of any mental health problems. I am clean, quiet, self contained and come with excellent references.
Please, if any one knows anyone, or could at least give this a reblog incase their followers have any ideas I would appreciate it greatly. Thank you.
you can tell you've spent too much on tumblr when
you see a book club with this week’s theme being ‘books for boys and books for girls’
and you assume that therefore the meeting will be about getting to guys to read girls’ books and vice versa
except
nope
things you learn while looking for art reference
there is a thriving market for fetish videos of girls combing their hair
“Short clip of two girls brushing out each others long locks.”
“sarita comes around her house with her gorgeous long hair. she combs her hair in various places and braids it.”
“Beautiful long haired butt length Long haired blond Russian gal seen combing, displaying and bun making.”
you know, I can’t say I’m surprised.
why did i cut my hair
i could have made money off this shit
“There is an upstart crow, beautified with our feathers, that with his Tiger’s heart wrapped in a player’s hide, supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes Factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.”
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“In 1592 a posthumous hotchpotch of writings by the pamphleteer and playwright Robert Greene was published under the title Greene’s Groatsworth of Wit Bought with a Million of Repentance. In it was a letter addressed to three of his ‘fellow Schollers about this Cittie’ who ‘spend their wits in making plays’ - Christopher Marlowe, Thomas Nashe and George Peele: members of that loose literary fraternity known as the ‘University Wits’. It contains a blistering attack on a certain uneducated actor who was presuming to write for the theatre….
“The target of this broadside was the twenty eight year old William Shakespeare - signalled both by the punning name ‘Shakescene’, and by the parody of a line from his Henry VI Part 3, ‘O tiger’s heart wrapped in a woman’s hide’. The passage was probably written in the summer of 1592 (Greene died on 3 September). It is the earliest certain allusion to Shakespeare as a writer, though clearly he had already achieved some success in the field: this is implied by Greene’s pique, and is corroborated by the 1592 account books of Philip Henslowe, impresario of the Rose theatre, which record high takings for ‘harey the vi’, almost certainly Henry VI Part 1.”
Penguin Shakespeare - Shakespeare’s circle
(via theredshoes)
“There’s nothing wrong with being happy. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying something so much that it strips away all that irony and cynicism. And there’s nothing wrong with loving anything so much that it feels like it could pull your heart out of your chest and toss it on the floor. We build ourselves up to not do that, and then we build up the armor so thickly that we have trouble finding what’s underneath. We use that as an excuse to lash out at people who do feel stuff, who do like things (and I am, of course, mostly saying this about myself). It’s hard sometimes to remember that the world isn’t a place to glide through, so nothing can touch you. It’s a place to be experienced.”
—Todd VanDerWerff (via monkeyknifefight)
