Watching Prehistoric Planet While High On Edibles Is An Experience.

One time when my troop was hiking we accidentally, ended up on some guy’s land. He pulled up with a tractor, and a gun; then politely told us that the camp property ended.

Scouting culture is accidentally breaking and entering because the next task in the hike is located inside that castle and we're going to get it.

Oh wait, the task is located right outside and it's closed on Mondays so we're committing a crime? Eh, no we're not. (The old lady didn't believe us, please spare me oh god no please don't call the police)

trespassing 🔥🔥🔥

Immediately after this, (and once Quincey was out of earshot), there was the expected huffing and puffing and I Am the Master of This Castle and These Mountains et cetera, et cetera.

Jonathan tried to ride it out in nodding noncommittal silence.

Mina, devoid of even a fraction of a fuck to give, agreed yes, of course he was. But out of curiosity, when was the last time he attended to anything to do with his title or its duties in the last, say, twenty years? She seems to recall someone of more maturity stepping in to manage every iota of the work while the Master of the Castle was busy with the terribly trying labor of, let her check her notes, strutting around being impressed with himself. Is it not so?

Dracula, doubly pissed, ready to erupt and go full Monster Mode, slipped into a fuming villain monologue--

And his voice cracked.

Jonathan was stone-faced, but white-knuckling his armrest. Mina's psychic laughter could shake the Carpathians. Quincey popped his head in to ask what's the matter, did something happen? Notably, with a pubescent pitch not that many octaves removed from the Count's.

That night was full of thunder and the next family dinner saw the Count grousing that he had no appetite tonight. Or the next. Not until he was iron grey, for some reason.

Jonathan, meanwhile, found his shaving kit mysteriously returned. Plus enough shaving lather to last a decade.

Consider this a cap to this bit of nonsense. Scruffy Winter Mode Jonathan has to get back to his clean-shaven self somehow.

Final apologies to @ibrithir-was-here, thank you for putting up with the shenanigans

(Note: If you haven't jumped on the Blood of My Blood AU, you're missing out. One of the tastiest Dracula Bad Ending stories-in-progress I've ever come across.)

I love how this works so well!

Attack on Missile Bomb

- Rival, Pokémon Vietnamese Crystal

exactly!

One hundred and one days ago my friends and I were normal teenagers. It was sunny even for an October day, I had just gotten coffee with an old friend, I was scrolling through some silly article I found, speedwalking the way home so I could make it in time to help prepare for the holiday dinner. All of us seniors were warily anticipating the endless weeks until the next break, mentally preparing to study our asses off for the rapidly approaching finals. I was finally working up the nerve to ask this one guy out, I was vaguely planning to see a friend who was home from the army during the week, and I was due to start driving lessons as soon as I called the teacher up.

And then everything changed the next day, just like that.

In these past one hundred days every Jewish person and every Israeli has had their world turned upside down. There is not a SINGLE family left untouched somehow. Cousins, friends, teachers, we all know someone whose life is never going to look the same.

We'e seen the liveliest, wisest, funniest people we know walk around with hollow expressions. We've seen the strongest, most sarcastic and stoic people we know break down in tears midsentence. People we look up to are as broken as we are.

There isn't really anything to say. Our words echo in the silence. People deny us the right to grieve and to defend ourselves, everywhere, not just in Israel.

And we're not the only ones suffering. The people in Gaza are going through an indescribable hell, which their downright evil leaders have brought upon them. It's terrible.

War is heartbreaking.

Be empathetic. Be kind. Give someone a hug. Learn something new. Do something good.

This Ken is Transgender, a triple amputee, and named Joe.

I have told this story on this site before; but only on comments to other posts. So here I am telling the story again. When I was four, or five I didn’t have a Ken doll; so I cut the hair off one of my Barbies and named him Joe (first male name I could think of.). Before I even knew what being trans was I made a transgender Ken doll.

Then when I was eight, or nine my dog Emma chewed off his legs, and one of his hands. So Joe became an amputee. Here he is now T-Posing to assert dominance on Transphobia, and ableism.

"Moonbase Alpha status report..." The Space:1999 Chronology

“Moonbase Alpha status report…” The Space:1999 Chronology

September 13th 1999 was, as Space:1999 itself reminded us during the opening titles of its first season, the date on which the Moon was blown out of the Earth’s orbit along with the 311 men and women of Moonbase Alpha – but over just how long a period of time does the rest of the show take place? With the exception of Breakaway and Dragon’s Domain precise dates were rarely given throughout the…

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✨this barbie wants to be a ken!✨

Reminder that Project 2025 is a thing; basically, if a Republican presidential candidate is elected next year, they have every intention of instating a full-on fascist government. Among many other horrible things, Project 2025 intends to criminalize anything trans-related as pornographic, and imprison anyone putting out such "pornography."

We really, really gotta do whatever we can to make sure a Republican candidate isn't elected. I know we're probably gonna be faced with shitty choices yet again (and how I wish it wasn't so), but we cannot afford to let this happen.

TBF, I am a cynical adult, and my dad was in the army. We both love Muppets.

Given that building a puppet theater increases stress relief by 10 for everyone it’s like…. 

A bunch of cynical battle weary grown-ass adults…. that all fucking love puppet shows….

The heir finds it extremely baffling.