a dedicated duck

stutterhug:

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The Long cold dreaming

joshsundquist:

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my burning passion for one-legged costumes continues

captmuldoon:

“i wish we could see adaptations where sherlock holmes hates the rich and is allowed to be kind to those around him and uses his abilities to support society’s underdogs” elementary was doing this back in 2012. this was only episode 4.

seabeck:

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The most amazing fruiting of honey mushrooms I’ve seen to date. Dog for scale

fishbloc:

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“that’s the saddest part isn’t it? to love someone and realizing they hurt in the end.”
“how do you do it? you walk around ren and stand beside him so seamlessly, it was like second nature to you.”
“my heart was carved out a long time ago. maybe now, you’ll fully understand what it’s like to love and die by it.”

luimnigh:

Seriously, the easiest way for a time-traveler to make present-day money completely untraceably would be comicbooks.

Go buy yourself a US 10c coin from 1935, which will apparently set you back around $8.50; set your time machine for New York, April 18th 1938; walk up to a newsstand and buy a copy of Action Comics #1 with your dime.

Come back to the present, send the comic off to be professionally graded, tell everyone you found it in a yard sale, sell it at auction, and congratulations: your $8.50 is now $3.25 million.

Repeat with Detective Comics #27, Amazing Fantasy #15, etc.

Hell, if you don’t wanna draw attention to yourself, just pick less expensive comics! Need $600 quick? Go to February 1991, pick up New Mutants #98 for a dollar, and a Deadpool fan will take that off your hands really quick.

Comics are mass-produced, so history won’t miss a copy or two going missing; basically untraceable once sold; and can easily be claimed as something you found in a yard sale or charity shop.

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bloodied-wolf:

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Black coffee enjoyers fighting the longest war known to man

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goblinparty:

Last night I was talking to my boyfriend, and I couldn’t think of the word ‘library’, so I said ‘book ranch’. He thought it was hilarious and started making up alternative names for ‘librarian’.

“Cowbook! Like cowboy! No…Readcher? Like Rancher? No, fuck this is hard…”

and just now I heard him yell “BOOKAROO” from the other end of the apartment in the most triumphant tone of voice i’ve ever heard

“Howdy, pardner. Name’s Tex. Biblio Tex.”

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ambassadorquark:

the best britticism is “taking the piss” 100%. no word for this in the president’s english