Ricky From Trailer Park Boys Could Literally Be A Member Of The X-Men. His Getting Out Of Trouble Super

Meanie

Daddy: *sitting quietly watching movie with princess*

Princes: meanie *sticks out tongue*

Daddy: what did I do baby?

Princes: meanieeee pants!!

Daddy: *raises eyebrows*

Princess: *sticks tongue out*

Daddy: you better be good baby girl

Princess: !!!! This is an outrage!!!

Daddy: ?????

Princess: *clears throat* you're not giving me attention !!!!!!

Daddy: *plays with hair* is that better your royal highness?

Princes: I expect cuddles and kissies too

That's me and my mommy

More Zodiac Compatibility here

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Even the Pokedex is putting Magikarp on blast

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Buzzing Honeycomb Necklaces by Kloica Accessories

Dramatically Backlit Dust Lanes NGC 7049

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Why is no one disgusted by pet names other than Daddy? Nobody is saying someone who calls their partner Kitten wants to fuck a cat. I have a friend who calls his man “Bear,” but I very much doubt he would solicit an actual bear for intercourse. “Baby” represents sweetness and innocence, “Bunny” is about cuteness. And “Daddy” is about feeling protected. It’s not that literal, please relax.

me: *practises bar 180*

me: *perfects bar 180*

me: *practises bar 181*

me: *perfects bar 181*

me: *plays bars 180-181*

me: *messes up both of them, worse than before the practice*

me: ???????????????????????????????????

What Eddard should have said…

When people cry that a proposition such as the banning of firearms is limiting their freedom, I always wonder if they realize that limiting freedom for the greater good of the majority are what laws in a civilized society are all about

An afternoon poetry snack from Salt is for Curing by @sonyavatomsky. Because I’m so thoroughly enjoying this wonderful little book, in effort to encourage others to pick up a copy for themselves, I thought I’d share a portion of my initial reaction to it that I originally sent to @ghoulnextdoor, who recommended herself it late last year: 

‘Each time I open the book to whatever page cares to reveal itself, it’s like standing in a quiet, shadowy space and taking a bite of something dark and rich with such complex flavor - raw in some places, scorched in others, sweet, salty, bitter, the blood-tang of copper, acidic soil, earthy and rotten, yet full of enduring and defiant life - there’s so much here and it’s composed in a way that feels so new to me. So I don’t want to rush through it; I feel physically incapable of doing so. I want to savor each poem, let it roll around on my tongue, down my throat and into my stomach, heart, and head.’