#malcolm waite

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[Note: This poll is a re-do of an older poll, as the original poll received less than 2,000 votes.]

[ashleyslorens]

TAROT CARDS ✴ HADESTOWN [in/sp]

[froggie-at-home]

will solace and his small touches with his friends.

he runs away from angry ares kids after a successful prank, his legs brushing against cecil's. he drags nyssa away from the fire by the back of her overrals, his fingers brushing against the back of her neck. he finds and puts on glasses for malcolm, when he searches for the pair. he brushes the hair away from mitchell's eyes when he tries to choose between two nail polishes. he lightly bumps heads with lou ellen while they laugh together over funny spells. he hugs drew's shoulders when she starts talking about her siblings. he gives a plate of food to annabeth when she locks herself up in cabin 3.

sometimes after, he caresses nico's scars on his hands. he ties alabaster's hair in a tiny ponytail during a stressful night.

[brightmalcolm]

You sure you don't want a lawyer?

[tricoufamily]

say money but it won't get you too far, get you too far

[nilonne]

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[bugwolfsstuff]

I love how the entire Malconnor dynamic i've built up in my head is litterally:

Connor loves Hamilton

Malcolm hates Hamilton with a burning passion

Connor starts quoting and referencing Hamilton in every day life solely to piss off Malcolm

Malcolm stops whatever he's doing to glare only at Connor in pure barely contained rage

No one asks Malcolm how he knows the thing that he hates but Connor loves dearly enough to know exactly when he's making even the nichest of references

[funnyscienceman]

if i had a nickel for every league of legends character i know that has been imprisoned and tortured for a great period of time in some capacity, i would have three nickels, which isn't a lot, but the fact that there are three of them and no fanfics or anything about it makes me kind of annoyed

[claremont-psychiatric-hospital]

—Are you ready to tell us the truth? —Yes. Yes, I've… I've been trying to order my thoughts, memories, so it makes sense. (1x18)

[renegadesstuff]

“you’re staring” “You're beautiful”

[nyan-koii]

Im watching malcolm in the middle and obviously i immediately ship reese with malcolm😔💖

[olives-and-sunshine]

61+ layers and 26 hours over 2 and a half years and I'm still not done with this portrait of malcolm. i'm going insane.

[expertfool]

they should bring back ttoi for one special ‘reunite the cast’ episode, but it’s just twenty minutes of malcolm and ollie having crazy old man sex randomly intercut with ten minutes of the rest of the cast meeting up at a restaurant passive aggressively commenting on each others’ political careers for the past ten years while they wait to put their orders in until the entire party’s arrived and getting increasingly more confused and frustrated that malcolm and ollie haven’t arrived until they decide they aren’t worth the wait. the credits scene is just malcolm and ollie arriving to find staff cleaning the restaurant and all their old colleagues gone

[lily-s-world]

Wake up, besties! We have new pictures from the RW&RB movie and we are getting the date in the museum!!

[malcolm-reeds-pineapple]

Recently my brother and I drove five hours to go watch the eclipse with our dad. Due to time, we had to go on a day where it was raining and we also had to take my brother’s POS car rather then my less POS car because I took the insurance off mine while I’ve been unemployed. Anyway, a few notes about my brother’s car:

We only have third about 75% of the time

Windows (for the most part) can only be rolled down by the driver because the electrical is kind of fried and the child lock engages and disengages randomly.

His radio worked for about 3 months after he got it and then it randomly shit the bed so he uses USB computer speakers because (amazingly) the USB port still provides enough power to run them (knock on wood)

A squirrel pissed in his air filter a few months ago and due to scummy manufacturing practices, changing the air filter requires taking off the entire dashboard with a proprietary drill head. So, naturally, we have not changed that air filter.

We have a cache of Mary Brown’s honey dill sauce tucked away for occasions in front of the display screen that used to say it was January first, 2012 no matter how you set it, but now due to electrical issues, it now eternally says that the passenger door is open.

So already off to a great start. However, as we closed in on our destination, about four hours in, blasting weird Quebecois folk music on our USB computer speakers, the driver side wiper flew off and into the middle of a four lane highway. At this point, it wasn’t raining too much, and the next spot that could possibly have a wiper was literally our destination, so we had to press on. We figured the rain was dying down, so all would be fine.

All was not fine. Gradually, the rain really started coming down and I began to plan how we would Not Die. I grew up watching a lot of both Top Gear and RedGreen, so I have a very creative approach to car trouble. When we eventually had to pull over to avoid vehicular death, I gave my brother my plan.

The plan was to move the dinky passenger wiper to the driver side and then to avoid the horrible metal on glass noises when we used the wiper, we would tie fabric onto the passenger wiper arm. He agreed to the plan and we got out to execute the plan. Thankfully, I pack for a weekend trip like I’m going to shit myself twice a day, so I pulled out two pairs of underwear that I wouldn’t miss if the plan failed. Then, we used the drawstring from a pair of sweatpants to tie the underwear around the wiper arm. On a side note, the only thing we had to cut the drawstring with was a small chainsaw we were taking to my dad’s to clean up a couple trees.

Anyway, allow me to introduce to you……………… The Panty Swiper

[stcrforged]

WHAT KIND OF HERB ARE YOU?

Dandelion: You grew up too fast and all you know is the calluses on your fists and the thousand invisible scars that you pretend don't ache. Your anger burns so bright, so hot or maybe not at all, so deep you could never tell it was there. You are yours and you will defend that to the death after so many years of being ripped apart and denied your own agency and maybe you are still facing the bastards who stole your innocence but you will survive because that's the only thing you know how to do without breaking, the only thing you know besides protect, protect, protect, protect, yourself or sometimes those few others you claim as yours. You are a thousand sharp edges but impenetrable, a traumatized child so covered by thorny armor that you promised yourself you're grown now, you're stronger than anyone who has ever hurt you. You're safe. Nothing will ever hurt you again. You're so alone though sometimes, in a world that sees you as too much or too broken or too angry or too hurt, and you want to scream with the too-much of it, prove that you're okay, that you're self-reliant, that you are strong enough to stake your claim on your body, on your mind, on your heart, on your people, and protect it from any who dare take it away from you. You are the sea in tempest, a howling sky, a tsunami in motion, a force of nature, no matter how much you sometimes yearn to be still, to be safe, to be small. You are a dandelion, stubborn and determined to grow in the rockiest of soil, and bloom again in spring.

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