Be That As It May....

Dino rhythmic gymnastics and Trex’s improvement. Please enjoy~ :) 

Zoology: In zoology, science licks you. 

Herpetology: bad plan bad plan BAD PLAN

Epidemiology: FOR THE SAKE OF THE WORLD PLEASE DO NOT

Dad Of 4 Girls Tweets Conversations With His Daughters, Proves Parenting Is Fun

check out this new video where SFT member Pema Dolma talks about Doctor Strange 

THIS SHIT IS REAL I GOT THE JOB I WAS NUTS ABOUT BC I REBLOGGED THIS YESTERDAY maybe it’s a coinkidink but it okay just take the necessary steps to achieve what you’re wishing for and YOU CAN DO IT

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He knits to relieve stress and to keep his mind sharp. It is never discussed by any of the characters. 

This is also how he knows how to fight while armed with nothing but a purse, a high heel shoe, and a can of hair spray.  During this fight, he is, for no apparent reason, shirtless.

Action Boy emerges in a small towel, sheepish yet radiant. Helen Mirren emerges in a tuxedo, also smoking, also with a duffel bag of rocket launchers. 

She steals one last glance at Strong Male Character. His beautiful eyes stare back from a handsome face with perfectly tussled hair, lips positioned a if in a gentle sigh. There’s no bringing him back now. Helen Mirren walks away, stronger than before. Strong Male Character’s death has hardened her, but given her the strength and resolve to complete her task. 

An after credits preview clip comes on as a teaser. Helen Mirren with a huge explosion tearing things up behind her walks toward the camera with a new Strong Male Character wearing the tiny, tattered remnants of a burned shirt about his flexing pecs and deltoids, and he is carrying the bag of rocket launchers as he steps in behind her. 

and then fandom burns itself to the ground trying to find some guy to slash him with

Helen’s eyes drift down to Caden’s bulging crotch. “Oh, I could eat,” she quips.

(after-credits sequence reveals Ming Na-Wen was the REAL mastermind all along, as she lights a cigar and puts her feet up on The Rock’s naked, crouching form)

so I’m gonna keep saying it until I weed out all ya

Trans women are women. True fact. 

TRANS MEN ARE MEN.

They are always valid no matter what.

Doing a little follower-weeding of my own.

Gifs: Late Night with Seth Meyers

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I stare at the file and realize I have no options, over the last 2 years every monster assigned to Charlotte Dower has quit, every last one. Her first monster; a giant goldfish-faced humanoid named Bubba, had been with her for four years, and then she wasn’t scared of him anymore. After that it was a string of different common, uncommon, and rare monsters… I even assigned a sentient sock monster to her. He came back crying! I look on my tablet, only one assignable monster left; myself. Field work has never been my cup of tea, but desperate times call for desperate measures. So at 8:03 pm, after Mrs. Gideon tucks in Charlotte and her little brother Daniel; I slither into the space beneath Charlotte’s bed. Across the room underneath Daniel’s crib is a rookie, Chico, a standard Creep kind of monster. I turn my attention to the bed above me, Charlotte is still awake but barely, I reach up over the bed and run an ice cold finger over her cheek, silence, so I do it again. “I’m not afraid of you monster!” She whispers, but her voice is shaking. I can see a small clock on the wall 8:14, a door somewhere in the house slams and there is an audible hitch of breath from above me. A few minutes go by I can hear Francis Gideon yelling at his wife. There are heavy footsteps on the stairs, and loud panting breaths, Charlotte scrambles off the bed and… She. CRAWLS. Under. The. Bed. With. Me. “Move. Over!” Charlotte hisses at me. I do. The door to the bedroom slams open and I smell the stench of human intoxicants before the man even steps inside. I know why Charlotte isn’t afraid of any of my monsters; she’s afraid of her own. Francis reaches a hand under the bed and I thrust my wrist into it, he starts to pull, I slither out. “What the…” I cut Francis’s next words off by unfolding to my full 12 foot height. Looming over the drunken man I caress my cold fingers down his face. “If you ever touch, scare, or harm my child again, I will find you, and I will do the same to you, for all eternity.” I promise to him. As Francis runs from the room he soils himself. I pull Charlotte from under the bed, tuck her back under her covers and kiss her forehead goodnight. “I’ll be back tomorrow night, sleep well darling.” Charlotte Dower is my child, I am the monster under her bed.

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This is horrifying and unacceptable.

Ever notice no doctors are behind legislation. It’s only male, conservative politicians from rural districts. No one from a big city is fighting to hurt mothers. No one from NYC or LA or Chicago is trying to shut down Planned Parenthood.

Arizona, Utah, and Georgia are also in play, I believe. if you live in a traditionally red state, double-check your polls. it may be a lot closer than you expect.