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I swear to god if I read the phrase "Texas drawl" one more time I will go feral

The Texas accent is not a drawl. It's a twang. There's a fucking difference. A drawl is a drawing out of words. A twang is a difference in inflection.

Read the following sentence as written aloud:

"The boy ain't right."

See? You didn't make any of the words longer, you just emphasized the vowel sounds.

Now, you get down south Texas into bayou territory, there's a slight drawl due to the Cajun influence resulting from fishing commerce between us and Louisiana. My cousin who grew up in Port Arthur has a minor drawl. But the predominant twang makes it still shorter than, say, Louisiana or Kentucky.

There are certain words that we do draw out by either adding other vowel sounds or breaking them into two words. Mostly various degrees of cussing. There's "shyit," and "dayum." And when I'm watching Lone Star Law (a great reference to hear the range and pitch of twangs across the state, if you're inclined to research), I always glitch out when the closed caption spells it "golly."

Texans don't say "golly," that's like. Leave it to Beaver. "Golly gee willickers, Mister Wilson!" Fuck off with that shit. We invoke the ancient eldritch deity Ga H'Lee (or Ga Ha'Lee, depending on the degree of astonishment/admiration being expressed). So have the minor decency to write it "gollee" if you absolutely have to, otherwise leave it out.

And for the love of god don't do that thing where you try to make it phonetic and replace "I" with "Ah." Again, more Georgia/Kentucky sounding. If you had to write "I" with something else even in Port Arthur would be "Aih," which of course doesn't look as snazzy in print. So just don't.

Get your Texas accent right, or face the wrath of Ga H'Lee

why men need to stop whining about fitzwilliam darcy

I thought of giving this a more conciliating title, but what the hell.

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If you were the handsome blonde flag bearer in yellow at the Battle of Prestonpans Jacobites Rising of 1745 I’m sorry if I knew you and didn’t recognise you if that’s why you kept staring at me, I didn’t want to wave during the battle and look like a fool

Please watch this you guys, this made me laugh so hard.

a sketch based on this

A friend of mine got a copy of an old Dutch edition of The Hobbit. I absolutely agree with their assessment that this is the best cover art the book has ever had.

The more I look at it the more I love it. Look at it. Look at Bilbo. He’s just a little guy

A-promise me Shadow! Promise me you’ll protect-a this world and its people!

Mario…

Love Life Parallels

What is love? Desire?

Dany ran her hand down his back, tracing the line of his spine. His skin was smooth beneath her touch, almost hairless. His skin is silk and satin. She loved the feel of him beneath her fingers. She loved to run her fingers through his hair, to knead the ache from his calves after a long day in the saddle, to cup his cock and feel it harden against her palm.

“I love the smell of you,” he said. “I love your red hair. I love your mouth, and the way you kiss me. I love your smile. I love your teats.” He kissed them, one and then the other. “I love your skinny legs, and what’s between them.”

Dany loved the way his gold tooth gleamed when he grinned. 

She grinned at that, showing Jon the crooked teeth that he had somehow come to love.

Dreaming of love and home:

In her dream they had been man and wife, simple folk who lived a simple life in a tall stone house with a red door. In her dream he had been kissing her all over—her mouth, her neck, her breasts.

When the dreams took him, he found himself back home once more, splashing in the hot pools beneath a huge white weirwood that had his father’s face. Ygritte was with him, laughing at him, shedding her skins till she was naked as her name day, trying to kiss him

Regretting love:

Did he love her, truly? Did he hate her for marrying Hizdahr? I should never have taken him into my bed. He was only a sellsword, no fit consort for a queen, and yet … I knew that all along, but I did it anyway.

Every day he spent among the wildlings made what he had to do that much harder. He was going to have to find some way to betray these men, and when he did they would die. He did not want their friendship, any more than he wanted Ygritte’s love. And yet … 

Avoiding Love:

She found herself thinking of Daario Naharis once again, Daario with his gold tooth and trident beard, his strong hands resting on the hilts of his matched arakh and stiletto, hilts wrought of gold in the shape of naked women. The day he took his leave of her, as she was bidding him farewell, he had brushed the balls of his thumbs lightly across them, back and forth. I am jealous of a sword hilt, she had realized, of women made of gold. Sending him to the Lamb Men had been wise. She was a queen, and Daario Naharis was not the stuff of kings.

He wondered about Ygritte as well, and told himself that way lay madness.

Yet he was growing fond of Tormund Giantsbane, great bag of wind and lies though he was. Longspear as well. And Ygritte … no, I will not think about Ygritte.

Flustered Fools:

“The girl wants you in her, that’s plain enough to see.“ Too bloody plain, thought Jon, and it seems that half the column has seen it. He studied the falling snow so Tormund might not see him redden. I am a man of the Night’s Watch, he reminded himself. So why did he feel like some blushing maid?

She always felt a little foolish when she was with Daario. Gawky and girlish and slow-witted. What must he think of me?

Fear of Betrayal:

He flexed the fingers of his sword hand, and wondered what Ygritte would do if she knew his heart. Would she betray him if he sat her down and told her that he was still Ned Stark’s son and a man of the Night’s Watch? He hoped not, but he dare not take that risk. 

Just three nights ago she had dreamed of Daario lying dead beside the road, staring sightlessly into the sky as crows quarreled above his corpse. Other nights she tossed in her bed, imagining that he’d betrayed her, as he had once betrayed his fellow captains in the Stormcrows. 

Differences that Matter:

I know one thing. I know that you are wildling to the bone. It was easy to forget that sometimes, when they were laughing together, or kissing. But then one of them would say something, or do something, and he would suddenly be reminded of the wall between their worlds.

Daario was war and woe. Henceforth, she must keep him out of her bed, out of her heart, and out of her. If he did not betray her, he would master her. She did not know which of those she feared the most.

Moral Differences:

The man is dead. What matter if it is my hand that slays him? One cut would do it, quick and clean

He turned his back on the man. “No.“ 

Three quick strides, and she yanked the old man’s head back by the hair and opened his throat from ear to ear. Even in death, the man did not cry out. "You know nothing, Jon Snow!”

[…]

How could he explain Ygritte to them? She’s warm and smart and funny and she can kiss a man or slit his throat. “She’s with Styr, but she’s not … she’s young, only a girl, in truth, wild, but she …” She killed an old man for building a fire. His tongue felt thick and clumsy.

“Then winkle them out of their pyramids on some pretext. A wedding might serve. Why not? Promise your hand to Hizdahr and all the Great Masters will come to see you married. When they gather in the Temple of the Graces, turn us loose upon them.”

Dany was appalled. He is a monster. A gallant monster, but a monster still. “Do you take me for the Butcher King?”

“Better the butcher than the meat. All kings are butchers. Are queens so different?”

"This queen is.”

Gave up hope for Love:

She was the blood of the dragon. She could kill the Sons of the Harpy, and the sons of the sons, and the sons of the sons of the sons. But a dragon could not feed a hungry child nor help a dying woman’s pain. And who would ever dare to love a dragon?

A ragged cheer went up. Zei grabbed Owen by the hands, spun him around in a circle, and gave him a long wet kiss right there for all to see. She tried to kissJon too, but he held her by the shoulder and pushed her gently but firmly away. “No,” he said. I am done with kissing.

been working on this redraw of "la belle dames sans merci" by frank dicksee (his real actual name) for a few weeks on and off and i'm finally!!! done

fuck you [lesbian cowboy-ifies your classical art]

(ocs. redhead is george, woman on horse is dani. both she/her)

a non-subtext hannibal sex scene would be like: *will in therapy with bedelia, slutty outfit on, recounting the event just to torment her* *tasteful artsy shots of hannigram doing it (flesh sliding against flesh, close-ups of trembling eyelashes, drops of sweat rolling down skin)* *metal pipes tumbling down the stairs dot mp3 gets louder* *alternating shots of them in the kitchen and in the bedroom: a knife cutting into meat, a hand brushing a knife scar. swallowing wine, swallowing bodily fluids. etc.* *will narrating over it like: "to know is to consume and to consume is to become... and hannibal knows me, with all the teeth at his disposal..."* *interspersed shots of them procuring the 'food': knife stab parallels the other kind of penetration, a frightened scream is followed by one of rupture* *"we teach each other to hunger and to yearn, and we feed one another over.. and over.. and over"* *cut to bedelia looking like she will bill him six times her usual fee*

Happy Hakyun Day✨

YOU. DID. NOT.

OH MY GOD THIS IS EVERYTHING. THIS IS JUST SO FREAKING AWESOME

THE COLORING, THE TENDRILS, GORGEOUS, PURE PERFECTION!!

Between commissions I took the opportunity to do this, I am in love with an idea to write ❤️❤️❤️ Eddie in the far west with his faithful horse that saves him from a thousand misfortunes.

Ghoul: Why don’t you just hire musicians like a normal person??

Cardinal: In this economy?

WHO AT THE USPS PITCHED THIS 😂

Emperor penguin chicks huddle in San Diego, after being flown from Antarctica, to be part of a NSF study 11/16/1988. NARA ID 6448028.

NARA ID 6448033.

Image by C-141 Flight Engineer SMSgt Bob Pederson, 10/1997.

CUTE PENGUINS! Brought to you by the National Science Foundation By Miriam Kleiman, Public Affairs

We're cooling off with penguins from Antarctica! The connection might not be obvious, but we hold millions of records from the National Science Foundation dating back to 1907! (NSF, Record Group 307). NSF manages the U.S. Antarctic Program, which includes penguin research! Selected penguin highlights below.

First Class Travel?

Emperor penguin chick in insulated crate aboard a 7th Military Airlift Squadron C-141B Starlifter, en route to San Diego for NSF. 11/16/88. NARA ID 6448031.

Emperor penguins adorn a C-141C Starlifter displaying the successful missions to Antarctica for Operation DEEP FREEZE, a joint military operation of the US and New Zealand militaries to provide logistic support for the NSF's Antarctic program.

More penguin records!

Original caption: "All together now fellows, let's take it once more!" The McMurdo Sound penguin choir tunes up for yuletide carols under the direction of a crew member from the U.S. Coast Guard icebreaker Glacier. " 12/1966. NARA ID 205581227.

Penguin photo op!

"Polar researchers photograph Adelie penguins on the ice pack." Antarctica. NARA ID 6421522.

WWII Penguin Poster

NARA ID 514163.

DON'T Feed the Penguins!

"Miss Vernice Anderson feeding the Adelie penguins in their natural habitat in Antarctica." January 1977. Truman Library.

Cold penguin? Or penguin with a cold?

NARA ID XSC-G-14-4.

Do penguins need a cigarette break?

NARA IDs XSC-G-17-1 and XSC-G-17-3. From photos relating to Byrd Antarctic Expedition II, 1933 - 1935.

More online:

“Penguins Don’t Fly”: The Senate Military Affairs Committee, Secretary of War Baker, and Aircraft Production, 1918, Text Message blog by Greg Bradsher. It’s Cold Outside: Photos from the Second Byrd Antarctic Expedition, Text Message

NARA Tumblr Summer Series:

Days of Summer: Smores!

Days of Summer: WATERMELON!

Days of Summer:HOT DOGS!

Days of Summer: Ice Cream Sandwiches!

Days of Summer: Daiquiris!

Days of Summer: French Fries!

Parallels

Im not well about Sl shiny duo and i haven't stopped thinking about them

inspired by this post

(1st one is pearls 2nd death and the 2nd one is from gems final death)

For your smut asks:

❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜

ft. Dieter Bravo or Lucien

a/n: thank you for this, babes! i've gone with dieter for this one.

dream of me | dieter bravo x f!reader

pairing: dieter bravo x f!reader word count: ~1.2k warnings etc: established relationship, smut, phone sex, masturbation, porn, a sprinkling of angst and fluff (they're in love ok), kind of subby!dieter. no use of y/n.

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Wings Of Fire - Book One scene

I forgot to post this, which I made while binging the manga

Nerds