my bad, should have reblogged from here.
Oh my gods, guys, this looks so useful!!
Reblogging for future reference.
A reference I desperately needed
For all those seafaring adventurers.
je (reblog) pour mon prof francaise
Am I getting a good grade in tumblr mutual?
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2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!
We’ll find you Amanda.
this has almost 11 million notes what is this
I’ve never seen this post once in 10 years on this site
I’ve never even heard of this before tho??? Wtf??????????
oh my god, I didn’t think there were any surviving versions of this post left
For those who weren’t around in the Deep Lore times, this is one of the relics of the editable post era. This post has THE SINGLE HIGHEST NOTES of ANY post on this site, bar none, but with more than a dozen variations. Every single post you’ve ever seen with more than 3 million notes has been a different version of this one.
This is the “Dean’s Gym Shorts” post. This is the Flubber post. This is the original “Reblog if you support gay people” post. it was ALL of them. before half the site got nuked, it had even more notes than it has now - at one point, well over 15 million, and that was years ago.
This, with no exaggeration, is the ONE TRUE heritage post
would you put a discarded fruit sticker on my forehead in whimsical jest yes or no
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Granny Weatherwax would absolutely devastate Yoda and we would all be blessed to see it.
One way that I think she could drive Yoda absolutely nuts, is that she would be just the kind of ideologically confrontational, the exact kind of unyielding in the face of Jedi Wisdom<sup>TM</sup> that Yoda would be expecting a fight.
The last few Darksiders we see in his universe are so easy to provoque into going for their lightsabers (and she can’t be of the Light Side, can she?)
He wants it to come to a fight, because she’s not letting him bulldoze or derail her, and she’s raising a lot of deeply uncomfortable points and she won’t escalate into a fight.
…and he can’t stay the reasonable wise elder in the face of rampaging evil if he’s the one to start it. So he can’t.
So he has to debate with the….. witch.
Someone please give me the crack fic that is basically “A Witch of the Chalk in Master Yoda’s Council”
“Darkness you have faced young one, hmm?”
Tiffany scratched her nose. “Yeah well, I hit ‘er over the head with a frying pan and she went down pretty fast.”
imagine the sheer thundercloud of exasperated ire on Granny Weatherwax’s face
‘this place a grave is not’ Yoda harrumphs
'YES WELL TELL THAT TO YOUR BOY’
*
This is fantastic! I want this AU so much. You can grow a witch on sand YES.
Honestly though Tiffany Aching is the perfect comparison with Anakin because they’re actually a lot alike? Both impulsive, ferociously protective, angry, and “selfish.” But how they’re treated by their mentors (and their respective narratives) is so incredibly different.
Tiffany’s anger and her so-called selfishness is the root of her compassion. It gives her strength and courage and drives her moral compass.
Now imagine a world where someone encouraged that in Anakin.
Discworld Heritage Post
2k notes and i ask my friend’s mom to help me get a binder
By next week, friday
Your friend always said “I’ll rest when I’m dead,” so much that it became his catchphrase. He says it again today when he came into work, going about his daily routine. This normally wouldn’t be concerning, if not for the fact that you attended his funeral two weeks ago.
Bringing back an OLD au where Plasmius and Phantom are demons, Vlad is Plasmius' vessel via contract to not die in the hospital and Danny is Phantom's (unwilling) vessel who was bound to him by Plasmius so his son (Phantom) could get outta hell.
***
Plasmius stared, very intensely. An intensity that would cause others unease and subconsciously try to escape his gaze.
Vlad however, was long since used to this and didn't even look up from his data pad. Plasmius stared down at the board between them, tapping a cla-finger, yes. Tapping a finger against the table as he stared at the many pieces decorating the surface.
It was a quaint thing, this game. Oh so very different than the ones the demon was used too and yet far more enthralling all the same.
The tiniest things that humanity came up with never ceased to amaze him.
He reached out a cla- finger (referring to it as such always seemed to give him the slip), to push a singular piece into a position that would surely give him an advantage. The demon looked, resting at his seat as he snapped his fingers, then making a gesture to the board once he drew his vessel's attention.
Vlad did a light sweep of the board with his eyes, before casually nudging a piece that somehow managed to reverse his careful planning and gave tipped the scales in the human's favor. He then returned to whatever little thing he did on that pad of his, most likely more and more work.
Despite himself, the demon couldn't help but chuckle as he stared down their little game. To think so much careful planning could be reversed so easily....
Human games truly are so fascinating.
***
Unnoticed to the demon sitting across from him, Vlad's eyes narrowed just a tiny bit. He ran a command on his tablet, opening up multiple views from cameras laid out through his 'base' and nearly frowned.
Someone else was working their way through.
He swiped off the cameras to run another command.
Good. The firewalls and security systems were still up.
Then who...?
His attention was drawn away by the snap of fingers and he looked up, then looked to the board. He did another light sweep of the bored, picking out various cracks before idly nudging another piece forward to give himself a small advantage to keep the game going and looked back down to his tablet.
He switched back to his cameras, picking up the familiar sight of a boy with glowing white hair and... Danny? Odd. Usually he doesn't accompany Phantom in his little game of superhero.
His camera glitched.
It was just for a second, something that shouldn't be of concern. But his cameras never glitched, certainly not after developing them to withstand either one of the demons' tantrums and especially what these ones were used for.
He returned to his firewalls.
Someone was trying to get in.
He ran a few other commands, calling upon a few defense protocols and a few AIs to keep whoever was trying to get in out.
He went back to his cameras, flicking through multiple until-
There.
He ran a small command, slamming the door shut on the small team of intruders. He then ran another, the security system in their area turning just a tad more lethal while shutting a door before Phantom and Danny arrived to it.
Good. The boys and these intruders wouldn't meet anytime soon.
He looked up at the cough from the other side of the table, coming to face Plasmius' questioning face. "Something wrong?" The demon asked, eyes glancing at the band around his neck.
Vlad calmed his heart and shook his head, moving another piece before going back to his tablet. "No, just something unexpected came up."
It wasn't a lie.
***
"Another locked door!?" Phantom growled in outrage as he stared at the door before him, claws (hands, hands his father said) held out as if he could physically threaten it to open.
"Yelling isn't going to open it, you know." Danny commented lightly, scratching the back of his neck. "I know that!" Phantom yelled out, looking at Danny as if he was the dumb one.
Danny rolled his eyes. "Let's just go another way then." He turned around and started walking before Phantom could speak. Said demon ran forward to walk in front of the Danny and had the gall to look offended. "Hey! You can't order me about! You're the sidekick!"
"You literally forced me into this." Danny pointed out.
"Details, details!" Phantom waved it off, pointing down the hall as he (tried) to strike a heroic pose. "Now off we go to defeat the dastardly Doctor!"
Danny just continued walking forward.
Phantom huffed and ran to catch up. "Don't just ignore me!"
Danny just shrugged.
***
"Sooo," He began. "Is it just me or is everything like, a lot more lethal?" Pointing out the obvious.
"Yep." A member of his team chimed. "But it isn't that bad! At least there's no giant robots-"
The ground shook as a giant robot stepped through a previously sealed door.
"I can't tell if that's just coincidence or you jixed us." Another member said.
"Well it could be worse-"
Another robot stepped through another door as lazers pointed at them from the ceiling.
"You jinxed us." He deadpanned.
What is or isn’t a slur can be highly contextual, y'all.
“Jonny Sims bummed a fag off my ma” doesn’t contain a slur, but “What are you, some kind of fag?” does.
“Queer studies”, “the queer community” and “I’m queer”? Not a slur. Some bigot calling you a “dirty queer”? Slur.
“Be gay, do crimes” and “He’s gay” ≠ slur, but “Ew, that’s so gay” = slur.
In conclusion, stop buying into this fucking “q slur” bullshit. Queer people talking about the queer community aren’t using it as a slur any more than a gay man calling himself gay is using that term as a slur.
Looks like its time for derogatory pepperoni again
That is actually hilarious, thank you for this addition
Always reblog derogatory pepperoni
Pepperoni (derogatory)
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I was cleaning out my computer and I found a bunch of screenshots of text posts from 2013-2014. The golden age of tumblr.
I take no credit for these posts.
God they don’t make em like this anymore
yeah okay ill reblog that
we need these to be brought back
