#that time of year

[thepromiscuousfinger]

[omnybus]

"Erweenga" is the name of the stripe-ed worm. Get dead, kid.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[dailyhomestarfacts]

Fact 116:

In the YouTube version of Decemberween in July, specifically in the "That Time of Year" segment, for a single frame you can see an alternative version for one of Strong Bad's edits

[reesycupmilkshake]

wh. what the crap is that. i don't. i don't want it

[dailybehbeh]

Behbeh

[thesilenceandthenoise]

Watching American Horror Story in honor of this wonderful spooky month (among many other things!)

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Snow Cherubs & Delayed Deer ⛄️ 🦌

Jily fic Summary:

If you are looking for seasonal vibes: Pining idiots, snowflakes, a hungover stag, posh purebloods, non-existent snowball fights, Black Family vocab...

Inspired by this video of Prongs (in reindeer form but ignore that!!) chasing a train

🎄Start of Christmas Holidays 6th Year🎄

“Ah,” a pause. “How do you do, Evans?”

Sirius Black looked momentarily surprised to see her in their compartment (their personal flipping compartment), along with the other marauders. But his Black Family training had kicked in automatically. Polite stand-offishness.

“Remus and I were on our way back from patrolling this half of the train, so I stopped here for a chat,” Lily said, staring up at him, not even vaguely intimidated. “What happened?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all,” he said with an evasive grin, which was clearly a big, huge lie.

Remus was looking at him sceptically and Sirius cleared his throat.

“Er, Prongs said to tell you lot he’s been… unavoidably… delayed.” He brushed snow off his school jumper and stamped more snow off his shoes, before shaking his wet hair vigorously.

“Arhh! Youh hoaking we, you wankah!” Peter kicked him in the shin.

“Can’t be helped, we were dealing with… important matters.” Sirius smiled at Peter and stole his last ginger biscuit.

“Matters?” Remus repeated, raising an eyebrow.

“Matters.” Sirius glanced from Remus to Lily in silent warning.

“Slytherin matters, of the mini Death Eater variety?” Remus obviously hadn’t gotten the memo.

Sirius’ grin defaulted to the I shall kill you later variety. Remus stared back. He obviously had received the memo, loud and clear, but had chosen to ignore it.

“Not again,” she said, sticking her legs up on the seat in front of her.

Sirius looked at his seat and then at her. She raised her right eyebrow.

“What?”

He raised his left.

“Did I say anything?” he remarked.

“Gods, I wish I could do that with my eyebrows,” Peter sighed despondently.

Sirius shook his head once more, liberally spraying them with slush. Lily looked at him with a puzzled expression.

“What?” He bit into the biscuit.

“Reminds me,” she said. “Of a dog.”

Remus stuck his head inside the newspaper he was reading.

“Really?” Sirius said, blinking innocently.

“The big black one that’s been hanging around the grounds, cute thing,” Lily added, narrowing her eyes. “His eyes are an unusual shade, silver, very similar to yours.”

Peter choked on his own biscuit.

“Oh, the attractive dog? The really popular one, with the sleek —“

But Lily wasn’t paying Sirius any attention.

“What in heaven’s name is that?” she said.

“Could I interest you in a caldron cake?” Peter shoved a box in her direction.

Lily ignored him.

“Remus, why is there a ruddy big stag running after the Hogwarts Express?”

“I don’t see- “

“There, can’t miss it,” she said, pointing out of the window.

There was indeed an ample stag, trotting after them at an increasingly frantic pace.

“What in God’s name is it doing?” she said, staring wide-eyed at him. “It looks almost as if…”

“Almost as if he’s late and missed the last train home for the holidays?” Remus mused from behind The Prophet.

Peter laughed, a touch hysterically, she thought - muttering something about worst secret keepers ever.

Continue on ao3

[zap2zeitgeist]

@luposcainus asked: “ oh i like that power of yours! wicked!”

It was late OCTOBER, the sun was setting, & a brisk CHILL blew through Virgil to accompany the CLATTERING scraping sounds so the leaves as they tumbled along the ground and each other. Virgil had just finished making his evening rounds. Our SPARKY hero was THANKFUL for the lack of criminal activity tonight.

Virgil had just hovered close to the sidewalk before hopping off of his usual method of transportation, a metal saucer that he electromagnetically charges to allow him to levitate, that folds up when not in use. Virgil hopped off, the saucer folded up, the hero caught it. It was nothing unusual, it was like breathing or walking, for Virgil, at this point. No sooner than Virgil was firm on the ground, was he startled by someone talking to him. Virgil hadn't seen anyone around.

"OH! YIKES! Sorry bout that, friend. Ya can't just sneak up on a HERO like that, ya know? Why don't ya come step into the light so I can see ya better." Virgil wanted to assume this person was a friend but in his line of work a guy can never be too careful. Keeping his tone friendly & yet still cautious, to let the individual know that Virgil was, indeed, friendly however if they had any malintent that Virgil was also on his guard.

JUST IN CASE.

[eruscreaminginthedistance]

[postcardsfromheapside]

[litallday]

[tbartss]

Time to change my bio again !! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[virtchandmoir]

motionball Marathon of Sport

The motionball Marathon of Sport in support of the Special Olympics Canada Foundation takes place on Saturday from 9 a.m. until 4 p.m. at the University of Toronto campus located at 299 Bloor St. W.

At the event, the motionball mascot is attempting to beat the world record for the most high fives given by a mascot in one minute.

Attendees also have the chance to play against celebrity participants, including Olympic athlete Tessa Virtue.

The event aims to raise $400,000 net for the Special Olympics Canada Foundation.

—City News

[dood1e-bug]

Oh boy

Old day

[mzannthropy]

Love Actually and The Elf both celebrate 20th anniversary this year!