#Polk a dots

[maureen-corpse]

Spotify seems to have laid off the “maybe this girl needs to listen to Taylor Swift and Chappell Roan for secret spotify reasons” song recommendations lately and it recommended me a bluegrass band singing about organized labor in the northeast which then led me to their songs featuring North Carolina so it’s nice that the music recommendations make more sense now

[williammarksommer]

Diner Titles

66 series 

Hasselblad 500c/m

Kodak Ektar 100iso

[mikyapixie]

Animaniacs released 4 years ago today!!!

ONE OF THE BEST REBOOTS OUT THERE!!!😁🤪😝

[bendysinitiation]

Do you have human designs for employees?

I do! But only some.

Henry:

His design is still a little fluid but mostly when I draw him I think “rectangle”

Norman:

I like him

Sammy:

I don’t know what to say about him other than he’s a little pointy

Here’s also some of the cast from “Dreams Come to Life”:

And then, of course, Joey:

[mybatimblog]

i have risen so here's some incorrect quotes (including oc ones)

i no longer feel like death, time to make it everyone's problem

Norman : Wow, great work on the Halloween decorations. Where did you get the fake skeletons? Sammy: Fake?

Lissy : Daddy, what if there are monsters? Sammy: Don’t worry, we’re top of the food chain. Much later… Lissy , lying awake at night: I am the monster.

henry: I hate to to tell you this, but one of you was adopted. Bendy & Joey: Bendy: Was it Joey?

Buddy: Did you have to stab them? Dot : You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what they said to me. Buddy: What did they say? Dot : "What are you going to do, stab me?" Sammy: That’s fair.

Bendy: Wait- Your arresting me because I'm a homo?! Alice: …Homicide. You killed your whole family.

Sammy: *on the phone* Just snap his kneecaps and he’ll talk, I’m at a parent teacher conference. Sammy: Anyways, you said Lissy is enjoying finger painting! That's great.

Henry: Joey, I am questioning your sanity… Bendy: I never questioned it, I knew their sanity was missing from the start.

Norman: Ha! Don't you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper? Norman: I must be losing it, I'm quoting Henry.

Incorrect quote generator here

[dryndelicate]

"Why am I supposed to take every step with careful judgement, when the guys just rush right in?"

[thepinkcalamity]

Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone !! (Let’s just ignore the fact that I’m super late lmao 💀✌🏻) Here’s some doodles for y’all ✨

[eucanthos]

Sigmar Polke  (DE, 1941 - 2010)

Untitled (2006) Private Collection

https://flash---art.com/article/for-sigmar-polke/

[inkyboi25]

I know I haven’t posted a lot of BATIM comic content lately, but I’ve been busy with school and I need help deciding which “audio log” comic I should do next. Which ever one has the most votes on in the comments I’ll make next, and if there isn’t anything in the comments I’ll just go with whatever.

- [1] Wally: No way outta here

- [2] Allison: Where do I fit?

- [3] Daniel: The perfect choice

- [4] Dorothy: Where is he?

- [5] Shawn: The talking toy

- [6] Norman: Found my light

- [7] Thomas: A soft side

- [8] Susie: The new girl in town

- [9] Bertrum: The betrayal

- [10] Lacie: The watchful eye

- [11] Jack: Too much quiet

- [12] Linda: A new introduction

- [13] Johnny: Listen carefully

[brakebabe]

Sweetie gets a bracelet to <3

[rainbowspinch]

Ok. In a dumb theoretical modern AU who would be the one getting ruthlessly ratio’d on twitter & who would be the one ratio-ing?

THIS ONE I REALLY HAD TO THINK ABOUT.

Now, I WOULD say Joey would get ratio’d, but the thing that blocks that is

a) everyone who truly hates his guts (people like Henry), they aren’t really the type to go ratio someone on Twitter unless they’re really full of spite

b) everyone who WOULD ratio people on tumblr either more or less get along with Joey, don’t mind him, or aren’t willing to ratio their boss at risk of getting fired.

However. People like Shawn and Tom would get RELENTLESS ratios from none other than Wally. Shawn might fight back. Tom definitely doesn’t know what it means, and decided that he doesn’t want to. Jacob would also ratio Tom, but he’d also go after literally anyone else he can, especially Buddy. Until Abby gets sick of him and tells him off, of course. Dot would also go after Buddy. She’d also go after Norman and Wally, out of spite.

Norman wouldn’t be the type to ratio someone, because he’s old man brain, but the second Jacob or Susie go for him, he will not hesitate to fight back. Some might try to take a crack at Allison, but I doubt it’d be long before they’d have Shawn or Tom on their tail.

Henry, as mentioned, wouldn’t be the type to ratio, but I don’t doubt he’d get Sammy. Those two have never ending beef with each other for literally no reason.

[gossipmonger13]

Only Dick can come up with wordplay as torturous as the discowing costume

Damian: English is a difficult language.

Dick: It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though!

Damian: You need to stop.

[soulisticreads]

The Adventures of the Bailey School Kids

Book: 1

Title: Vampires Don’t Wear Polka Dots

Great! Here are some chapter questions for "Vampires Don’t Wear Polka Dots":

Chapter 1: The New Teacher

1. How do the students feel about their new teacher, Mrs. Jeepers?

2. What are some of the strange things the kids notice about Mrs. Jeepers?

Chapter 2: Monsters and More

1. Why do the kids suspect Mrs. Jeepers might be a vampire?

2. What evidence do they find to support their suspicions?

Chapter 3: The Strange Substitute

1. How do the kids feel about Mrs. Jeepers being absent and having a substitute teacher?

2. What does the substitute teacher, Mr. Drake, do that makes the kids even more suspicious?

Chapter 4: Vampire Victims

1. Who are some of the victims that the kids believe have fallen prey to Mrs. Jeepers?

2. What clues do the kids find that lead them to believe Mrs. Jeepers is behind the disappearances?

Chapter 5: The Gym Teacher's Secret

1. How do the kids try to gather more evidence against Mrs. Jeepers?

2. What surprising discovery do they make about the gym teacher, Coach Bumpus?

Chapter 6: A Midnight Adventure

1. Why do the kids decide to investigate Mrs. Jeepers' house?

2. What do they find when they sneak into her basement?

Chapter 7: A Close Encounter

1. What happens when the kids encounter Mrs. Jeepers in her basement?

2. How do they escape from her?

Chapter 8: The Clue

1. What clue do the kids find in Mrs. Jeepers' basement that confirms their suspicions?

2. How do they plan to expose Mrs. Jeepers as a vampire?

Chapter 9: The Showdown

1. How do the kids confront Mrs. Jeepers about being a vampire?

2. What surprising twist happens during their confrontation?

Chapter 10: The Truth Revealed

1. What is the truth about Mrs. Jeepers?

2. How do the kids feel when they realize they were wrong about her being a vampire?

Chapter 1: The New Teacher

1. How do the students feel about their new teacher, Mrs. Jeepers?

2. What are some of the strange things the kids notice about Mrs. Jeepers?

Chapter 2: Monsters and More

1. Why do the kids suspect Mrs. Jeepers might be a vampire?

2. What evidence do they find to support their suspicions?

Chapter 3: The Strange Substitute

1. How do the kids feel about Mrs. Jeepers being absent and having a substitute teacher?

2. What does the substitute teacher, Mr. Drake, do that makes the kids even more suspicious?

Chapter 4: Vampire Victims

1. Who are some of the victims that the kids believe have fallen prey to Mrs. Jeepers?

2. What clues do the kids find that lead them to believe Mrs. Jeepers is behind the disappearances?

Chapter 5: The Gym Teacher's Secret

1. How do the kids try to gather more evidence against Mrs. Jeepers?

2. What surprising discovery do they make about the gym teacher, Coach Bumpus?

Chapter 6: A Midnight Adventure

1. Why do the kids decide to investigate Mrs. Jeepers' house?

2. What do they find when they sneak into her basement?

Chapter 7: A Close Encounter

1. What happens when the kids encounter Mrs. Jeepers in her basement?

2. How do they escape from her?

Chapter 8: The Clue

1. What clue do the kids find in Mrs. Jeepers' basement that confirms their suspicions?

2. How do they plan to expose Mrs. Jeepers as a vampire?

Chapter 9: The Showdown

1. How do the kids confront Mrs.

[dorothylarouge]

US Presidents as Dril Tweets

George Washington: another day volunteering at the betsy ross museum. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the flag. buddy, they wont even let me fuck it

John Adams: "ah boo hoo hoo i want to post Foul comments to content leaders" Fat Chance, Dimwit. I will annihilate you under bulwark of the Law and God.

Thomas Jefferson: Q: If your post was proven by a counsil of wise men to be racist, or bullshit, would you bar it from the record? A: I do not delete my posts

James Madison: (sniffing a crumpled up one dollar bill i found on the floor of a dog kennel) ah.. thats greenbacks baby

James Monroe: for decades i have traversed the unforgiving mountains and rivers of south america, hoping to catch a glimpse of the fabled "ass downloader"

John Quincy Adams: "This Whole Thing Smacks Of Gender," i holler as i overturn my uncle's barbeque grill and turn the 4th of July into the 4th of Shit

Andrew Jackson: handing Faves over to my enemies is FRAUD !! base, contemptible FRAUD!

Martin Van Buren: Food $200

Data $150

Rent $800

Candles $3,600

Utility $150

someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this. my family is dying

William Henry Harrison: (spends all of 7 seconds skimming some blog posts) yep. just as i knew all along. having pnuamonia is good

John Tyler: fuck "jokes". everything i tweet is real. raw insight without the horse shit. no, i will NOT follow trolls. twitter dot com. i live for this

James K. Polk: thhere is no such thing as charisma, and art is fake. the only metrics by which we must determine the worth of a man are Strength and Wisdom

Zachary Taylor: the doctor reveals my blood pressure is 420 over 69. i hoot & holler outta the building while a bunch of losers tell me that im dying

Millard Fillmore: trying to heal..... please donate to my go fund me... $10 will make me less racist... $100 will make me extremely less racist...thank you...

Franklin Pierce: blocked. blocked. blocked. youre all blocked. none of you are free of sin

James Buchanan: #NationalGirlfriendDay please cherish your gal's.. in honor of us, the single Boys who must sacrifice all companionship to #CarryTheBrand...

Abraham Lincoln: unloading an entire belt of ammo at me with a minigun or some such device will now get you "Blocked"

Andrew Johnson: who the fuck is scraeming "LOG OFF" at my house. show yourself, coward. i will never log off

Ulysses S. Grant: i regret being tasked the emotional burden of maintaining the final bastion of morality and Nice manners in this endless ocean of human SHIT

Rutherford B. Hayes: using the toilet when i hear Our national anthem start to play. i do what i must. i stand tall in complete agony; as shit runs down my leg,

James A. Garfield: too much truth in such little time. feeling the heat cominh down to silence me... signing off........ for now

Chester A. Arthur: i WILL wise the fuck up. i WILL super charge my content for 2017. i WILL get blue check mark

Grover Cleveland: the way i see it, people who come on here and submit content that is not up to par, could possibly be considered the "Villains" of this site

Benjamin Harrison: i help every body, im not racist, i keep myself nice, and when i ask for a single re-tweet in return i am told to fuck off, fuck myself, etc

William McKinley: boy oh boy do i love purchasing large amounnts of Fool's Gold. wait a minute... fools gold fucking sucks. this stuff is no good..!! Fuck !!!

Theodore Roosevelt: IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL

William H. Taft: ah.. the perfect Souffle! cant wait to dig in to t(*EVERY PIPE IN MY HOUSE EXPLODES AT THE SAME TIME, COVERING ME IN SHIT AND BOILING WATER*

Woodrow Wilson: the conflicted supersoldier stares over the horizon as he smokes a cigarette. "war is the most fucked up thing ever." he takes a sip of beer

Warren G. Harding: somebody please Bribe me

Calvin Coolidge: aggressively joyless oaf hhere. painfully obnoxious respect demander checkign in. extremely dim witted frowning man looking for pals

Herbert Hoover: it is really quite astonishing that I have yet to win The Lottery, given how good I am at selecting six numbers and saying them out loud

Franklin D. Roosevelt: ive never heard of this “europe” but it sounds like a big bunch of shit to me

Harry Truman: everybody wants to be the guy to write the tweet that solves racism once and for all because it would look good as hell on a resume

Dwight D. Eisenhower: my "F*&k It!! Let's Go Golfin" t-shirt maintains a tenacious stranglehold on my life. after 1,125 days of Golf my body is twisted, deformed

John F. Kennedy: when you do sutuff like... shoot my jaw clean off of my face with a sniper rifle, it mostly reflects poorly on your self

Lyndon B. Johnson: incredibly handsome , charismatic famous boy credited with ending income inequality after saying that slumlords should be called "dumblords"

Richard Nixon: i attribute the complete failure of my brand to the actions of detractors, oor my “trolls”, as it were, as well as my own constant fuckups

Gerald Ford: shutting computer down until the shitty moods & attitudes can fuck off., if you need me ill be on my other computer, sititng 60° to my right

Jimmy Carter: i warnned you all that bad things would happen if you kept letting your wives wear jeans. AND NOW LOOK! the damn gas prices are up again

Ronald Reagan: spend a lot of time thinking about how sometimes even war criminals can be heroes sometimes... Dont like it? Click the unfollow buttobn

George H.W. Bush: just thought off an idea i believe to be bad ass. lets find the address of the leader of isis, and mail him/ her pieces of our SHIT

Bill Clinton: were at the point now, that when i offer to impregnate my girl followers, people assume my motives are sexual. disgusting, grow the fuck up,

George W. Bush: friday night gathering up together a big pile of things i like to respect (flags, crucifixes ,etc) and just roll around in it ,give kisses,

Barack Obama: my IQ has increased 10 points ever since i stopped tollerating people mucking about, on the time line

Donald Trump: THERAPIST: your problem is, that youre perfect, and everyone is jealous of your good posts, and that makes you rightfully upset.

ME: I agree

Joe Biden: I will shut the fuck up , IF , it will restore the Harmony. I will get on my knees like a dog and make that sacrifice, for the sake of Calm

[panty-lovers-united]

Sexy booty and Polk-a-Dot panties 🤤😍🌺

[f0rlorn]

kingdom come → treech

treech!tbosas x reader

notes → in which your lover gets ripped away from you, and you’re left with mere memories, a promise, and a locket. feminine intended reader. i am a district seven girly FOR LIFEEE. when i was making a plan for a cato fic on wattpad, reader was ofc from seven ✨

warnings → me giving characters angst alert part two!!! not edited & uploaded via iphone

     “treech!” you giggled as you chased him in the woods you called your backyard. you heard him laugh as he leapt over a stream. attempting to follow him, you slipped, accidentally landing in the shallow water. luckily, you had your rain boots on. the red rain boots with hand painted black polk a dots that reminded you of ladybugs. on the other hand, your ruffly dress was not so lucky, soaked with water, dirt crawling at the hems. treech whipped around at the sound of you splashing, and offered a hand to help you up. you giggled as you took his hand. “thank you, my knight.” you teased, beginning to walk back to your home.

     “anything for m’lady!” treech declared, raising his arm triumphantly. your youth was filled with heartwarming moments like this. days spent playing with treech in the woods when the two of you were kids. and when you grew into your teenage years, long, meaningful conversations filled with laughter and secrets with each other after treech finished working. you had known treech your whole life, best friends for fifteen years and lovers for three, he was a part of you. 

     today, the day of the reaping, your mother had laid out an old striped dress of hers. the once colorful stripes had faded into something dreary, but the dress fit you like a glove. it was common knowledge in the districts that children should dress nice for the reaping. not because it was some momentous occasion, but because what they wear then might be the last thing they wear ever. dressing them up for their funerals, a devastating truth. treech met you outside, and he tilted his hat to you when you stepped out of the door. 

     “m’lady,” he greeted, providing his arm for you to latch onto. “well don’t you look ravishing,” he mused, and you curtsied at his compliment, before looping your arm through his. you were treech’s pride and joy and he made sure to treat you as such. the boy was more than happy to show you off, parading you around the streets of seven. the two of you chatted lightly about the days events as he guided you to the town’s square, located a mile and half from your house. eventually you had to part ways with him, but not before you left a quick peck on the cheek. he wore the kiss on his face boastfully as he joined the group of boys to your left. you smiled, finding your own place in the crowd of girls. the process went as normal, a few small announcements made before the female tribute was reaped. her name was lamina, a beautiful tragedy wrapped in a vest, but not anyone you recognized.

     your breath hitched as they called for the male tribute. it had happened so fast. you had never been this overwhelmed. they called treech’s name. your treech. you allowed yourself to hyperventilate for a few moments before catching sight of the boy slowly walking towards the front of the hall of justice. district seven, being one of the largest districts, had thousands of kids piled into the town square, separated by gender. out of the entire population of seven’s youth, it never occurred to you that your boyfriend could be the unlucky victim to be reaped. 

     struggling to control your breathing, you leaped into action, shoving your way through the crowd of girls to the pathway down the middle of the block. treech, still in shock, made his way down said pathway rather hesitantly, as if in disbelief that he had really been reaped. his eyes were scanning the crowd as he passed, stopping for a moment as he met yours. in an instant, you reached forward and grabbed him, pulling him into a hug before any nearby peacekeeper could intervene.

     “i love you, treech. i love you, i love you, i love you!” you repeated, sobbing into his jacket. his arms wrapped around you tightly, not wanting to let go.

     “i’ll win this, y/n, for you. i’ll see you soon, it’ll only be a couple days, just you wait.” he mumbled his promise to you. you pulled apart, woefully wiping away the lipstick mark on his face, cleaning him up for the cameras. there was no doubt that the entirety of the capital was watching you now. what must they think of the spectacle you had created? were they intrigued? disgusted? at this point, the peacekeepers had made their way to him, dragging him onstage.

     “treech!” you objected, reaching out for him. another peacekeeper lightly knocked you backwards, a pitiful expression adorning his face. the girls nearby, some you recognized and some strangers, held the same expression. none spoke, just stared at you. keeping your eyes on the ground, you creeped back to your spot in the crowd. soon enough, peacekeepers were hauling your boyfriend into the hall, and more were beginning to clear the square, forcing you to make your way back to your place of residence. unbeknownst to you, treech had slipped a token in the pocket of your dress before he was pulled away. it wasn’t until halfway through your agonizing, lonely trek back home that you noticed it. it was a dainty, wooden heart shaped locket. patterns had been intricately carved into the surface, no doubt by the careful hands of your loving treech. you traced the patterns with the pads of your fingers, tears staining the wooden block. 

     you clutched the locket, a newfound hope seeping into you, as you held onto the promise that he would win. for you.