I Actually Did Call It, But Only Because I Recognized Him From His More Recent Role As Dashing International

So I’ve been working on transcripts of these farmers’ memories at my job and one of them mentioned his old Jet Star tractor... Turns out the “Minneapolis-Moline ‘Jet Star’” was a model of tractor in the late 50′s and early 60′s. 

So, for anyone in the Killjoys fandom looking for a potential origin story for Jet Star’s moniker, consider this: he grew up on a farm, and when BLI took over and everyone started picking fancy names, he took the name of one of his family’s old tractors. Maybe he felt nostalgic for his youth on the farm, or maybe he just thought it sounded cool; perhaps it’s a bit of both. 

I'll tell you one thing about the British though is they've got me saying "advert". We were flipping channels and came to the one with the Superb Owl and I was like "oh we could check out the adverts". It just came out, but to their credit, it does sound better than ads I think. For one thing I mean at least it isn't like completely indistinguishable from abs. I dunno, there's just a flow to it; it has a nice inflection. Advert. I knew I was reading too much Doctor Who fanfic the other day, lol. I've got to be the first person to call them the super bowl adverts.

THIS IS A TUMBLR HUG! PASS IT ON TO 10 OF YOUR FAVORITE FOLLOWERS AND DON'T BREAK THE CHAIN! HAVE A LOVELY DAY🍀

Awww :) Thank you, this is sweet! Hugs are nice <3 

I’m not actually certain I have 10 followers who aren’t bots, but... I’ll try!

 (I just checked my follower list and it says I have 30, but I only see 16 names listed and at least five of those are clearly bots... there’s also a few I’m not sure on... So, if you get this and you’re not my follower, or if you are my follower and not a bot but you don’t get this, sorry!) 

This is the pinnacle of art.

I mean, it spans the full range of emotion. Mystery and curiosity, struggle and anger, generosity and adorableness, it has it all. And what greater art is there than cats?

babies!!!

art by: watercatlor - pls do not remove credit

Mom: Why don’t you get out some cookbooks and look for a recipe? Let’s try making something different tonight. 

Me: Okay. *Goes to bookshelf and pulls out my Harry Potter and Doctor Who cookbooks* 

So I’ve been reading/playing Stay? by E. Jade Lomax of @ink-splotch and I wanted to try and capture the enchanting valley of Elaia (and its surrounding areas) as I’ve been picturing them in a moodboard. 

Featuring our beloved guardian lion statue, pre-vandalization, the Phoenix Gem, the Fiore Dam, Myka’s house (hers was the one with the olive tree, right? She was my first wife and I can’t even remember which house was hers for sure. I’m sorry Myka!), and the alleyway I picture the graduation parade going down. 

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(The part neon ghost is replying to is where I asked if Cherri Cola's gender was a Welcome to Night Vale reference)

Now I can't help imagining a WTNV/Killjoy crossover though. Like, what if Night Vale is the Zone 13 no one talks about or something? Most of the time the radio signals can’t make it through that patch of weird interference, but once in a while, the wind blows just right and over the static the Killjoys hear not Dr. Death Defying but a strange man mooning over a handsome scientist or whispering the name ‘Huntokar’... 

"What's your gender?" + the characters i hc as enby

Party Poison: *nods thoughtfully* "Yes, i do, indeed, have one."

Show Pony: "Dunno, lost it in the City. Hope to get it back some day." *sighs whistfully looking in the distance*

Cherri Cola: *shrugs* "Partially boy, mostly void."

Hogwarts kills it with their holiday aesthetics, though. It feels like just yesterday that I was praising their Halloween décor, and now I see these great Christmas gifs going around again. Maybe not everyone at Hogwarts knows what they’re doing, but the decorator sure does! 

(Okay, so like half of these are just snow, but still.)

“One can never have enough socks,” said Dumbledore. “Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a single pair. People will insist on giving me books.”

It’s been unseasonably warm this weekend in Iowa and I’m having dreams of a grand garden this spring (the kind where I'd never actually be able to keep it all weeded, but a girl can dream; I’ll probably end up with at least a few herbs and some pumpkins and peppers, though).

I’m also getting really into the idea of making one of these super cute faerie gardens. They are adorable and fantastic and I want one. I’ve been shopping for fairy houses and I have far too many tabs of them open.

This is such a thorough photo analysis! Oswald and Ed are just so deeply fond of each other; it’s lovely. 

And, though I’m a bit behind and won’t be watching the finale tomorrow or checking my dashboard until I have a chance to catch up, it still seems like a fortuitous night to reblog some Nygmobblepot things from my drafts folder... 

Oswald looked so proud when he told Barbara that Ed figured out a way to get out.