troy/abed, domesticity style:

gyzym:

big spoon/little spoon: Troy and Abed don’t spoon. Troy sleeps flat on his stomach with his arms and legs spread out, the same way he did when he was little; somehow, he always leaves one foot hanging off the edge of the bed, no matter the size of the bed in question. Abed sleeps on his back with his hands folded together over his ribcage, and always has. Since he and Troy started sharing a bed, he’s grown accustomed to Troy’s hand resting on his stomach, or Troy’s face nuzzling into the space between his neck and his shoulder, but Abed’s glad they don’t spoon — it sounds like the sort of thing that would make it hard to fall asleep, and, also, Troy drools sometimes. 

favorite non-sexual activity: Most of Troy and Abed’s favorite activities are non-sexual, honestly. Marathoning television shows, going on adventures, filmmaking, being Spiderman and/or Batman, building stuff out of other stuff, using the power of their imaginations, crab-walking (okay, you caught them: sometimes the crab-walking is sexual). 

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Tea with Simon
Charming the Sp(ace) Ship

oct0bermoon:

daxxxx:

pursuepleasure:Passion

and i dance

Dancer in Red by Fabian Perez

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notacentaur:

I forgot what this was from for a moment and thought it was a gif set of Jonathan Crane weeping while he tried to microwave a pinwheel.

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"A thousand wolves have eaten grandmother, a thousand princesses have been kissed. A million unknowing actors have moved, unknowing, through the pathways of story.
It is now impossible for the third and youngest son of any king, if he should embark on a quest which has so far claimed his older brothers, not to succeed.
Stories don’t care who takes part in them. All that matters is that the story gets told, that the story repeats. Or, if you prefer to think of it like this: stories are a parasitical life form, warping lives in the service only of the story itself."

Terry Pratchett,  Witches Abroad (via adramoetic)

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powertothefuckingpencil:

emullz:

castiel-of-destiel:

ihavetogetoutofhere:

wonderlyhats:

frozentreats-chocolatesweets:

rockogirl:

drex0921:

oreos555:

stardustkr7:

artemiscrock-west:

nosiriuslyitsthetruth:

istoleyourtardis:

cutie-ribbon:

beryllion:

thatoneginge:

awesomedroogie:

robancrow:

skyeterri:

AMIGO THE FOXY HIPPO.

AWWW YEEEAH!!

 Dancer the Tail-Chasing Sloth. Sounds… interesting?

Flopsy the Foxy Piglet lolol

Cougar the Beautiful…dog?

Voldemort the Intelligent Gopher

Saffron, the intelligent Rabbit

Tango, the Stingy Rabbit?!!

Caboose, the tail chasing dog

Cougar The Banana-Eating Hippo

Pandora The Hairy Wombat

Neo… The not-so-shabby… Wombat?

Gomer the beautiful gopher…..Seriously?

Caboose the stubborn lion.

CABOOSE THO

Flopsy the Evil-Eyed Dog….I’M A FUCKING HELLHOUND

AMIGO THE NOT-SO-SHABBY DINGO

Dancer the banana-eating bear

dancer the tail-chasing banana slug„ , yeah seems about right

NEO THE FOXY UNICORN

DAMN I AM ONE SEXY UNICORN

Tango the Hairy Banana Slug
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Saffron the Evil-Eyed Koala

They said I was a Koala. Apparently they were right. 

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"

It’s 2013, the day I sit down, with trepidation, to write this. The Times’s obituary for Yvonne Brill, renowned rocket scientist, winner of the National Medal of Technology and Innovation, leads with, “She made a mean beef stroganoff, followed her husband from job to job and took eight years off from work to raise three children. ‘The world’s best mom,’ her son Matthew said.”

The past is not gone. Or as Faulkner wrote, “The past is never dead. It’s not even past.” Until it is, we should not be expected to get over it.

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My So-Called ‘Post-Feminist’ Life in Arts and Letters

feministpixie:

I reblogged this twice i think and I’m going to again because it’s my favorite thing in the whole world 

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Maureen Johnson: The Gender Coverup →

disgruntledenglishmajor:

If you are a female author, you are much more likely to get a package that suggests the book is of a lower perceived quality. We’re the high fructose corn syrup of literature, even when our products are the same.

Author Maureen Johnson had her twitter followers create gender-flipped book covers for well-known books to demonstrate how female authors are often taken less seriously than their male counterparts. The awesome slideshow is here. 

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a-very-weird-and-clever-boy:

elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:

the-doctor-to-my-tardis:

you realize that this is the only time in the entire show that everbody lives

it really is just this once

the greatest irony is that steven moffat wrote this one

And we are paying for it

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