#this song is stuck in my head now thanks

[cheezyburg]

This IS SO CUTEEE

blehhh not that great but the world needs more sociohack content

[cantheykillmacbeth]

Could the fraggles from Fraggle Rock kill MacBeth?

This is unfortunately another thing that is nearly impossible for us to answer. Obviously, any Fraggle that doesn't identify as a man would apply under Gender Clause, but when it comes to the issue of how they are born, the creators seem to have deliberately kept it vague:

[ID: An excerpt from the Fraggles page of the fan-made Muppet Wiki. It reads: "The issue of Fraggle birth and reproduction is deliberately obscured. Early on, the production team had considered explaining that Fraggles are hatched, and this is reflected in Storyteller Fraggle's dialog in "The Terrible Tunnel." Early on, baby Fraggles are also featured in several crowd scenes. At some point, however, a decision was made not to go into the issue. Thus, in "Wembley's Egg," the Fraggles are confused by the Tree Creature egg, and doubt Wembley's claim that it is "a house for babies." Familial relationships exist among Fraggles, for example Traveling Matt is Gobo's uncle." End ID.]

Outside of the universe of the show, the contradiction in the dialog of The Terrible Tunnel versus Wembley's Egg is just the creators going back on what they had planned, deciding to sidestep the issue entirely.

But in the universe of the show, the implication could be read that Fraggles do indeed "hatch," just... not from an egg. Or anything that looks remotely like an egg. What they actually do hatch from, then, is still a mystery. Also, there is a chance that "hatching" in Fraggle culture isn't even related to how they are born, or could even just be a sort of fancy term for being born naturally.

So... either way, we ultimately don't have enough information to get a conclusive answer for the Unconventional Birth Clause. Considering the family dynamics of Fraggles are generally the same as humans', we can also probably rule out Birth Parent Clause for the average Fraggle. So, again, unless more information comes to light, only Fraggles that don't identify as a man, such as Red or Mokey, could kill Macbeth.

Thank you for your submission! -Mod Anthem

[icepopcider]

It's time for training and we're getting started

it's on, you know

and we wanna see you whip and shout it

we rock!

you roll!

They say, go slow

and everything just stands so still

We say, go go,

We're ready for the fight, we know the drill

Monday morning and we feel defeated,

seems so long ago

tuesday's comin'

we just keep on beating

'til we're in our zone

They say, go slow

and everything just stands so still

we say, go go!

you're gonna see us rip into it,

Just jump up kick back whip around and spin

and then we jump back, do it again

Ninja-Go!

Ninja-Go (uoo)

come on, come on

we're gonna do it again,

We just jump up kick back whip around and spin

and then we jump back, do it again

Ninja-Go!

Ninja-Go! (uoh)

come on, come on

and do the weekend whip

Wednesday mornin' and we soon discover

we gotta push our game

we slept on Thursday just to get it over,

the whip's a day away!

They say, go slow!

and everything just stands so still

we say, go go!

You're gonna see us rip into it,

just jump up kick back whip around and spin

and then we jump back, do it again

Ninja-Go!

Ninja-Go! (uoh)

come on, come on

we're gonna do it again,

We just jump up kick back whip around and spin

and then we jump back, do it again

Ninja-Go!

Ninja-Go! (uoh)

come on, come on

and do the weekend whip

They say, no! no!

but we don't wanna sit around no more

we say, go go!

You're gonna see us rip into it,

Just jump up kick back whip around and spin

and then we jump back, do it agaaan

(and then we jump back, do it again)

Ninja-Go!

Ninja-Go! (uoh)

come on, come on

we're gonna do it again,

We just jump up kick back whip around and spin

and then we jump back, do it again

Ninja-Go!

Ninja-Go! (uoh)

come on, come on

and do the weekend whip

Ninja-Go!

Ninja-Go! (uoh)

come on, come on ,come on

and do the weekend whip

jump up kick back whip around and spin!

i feel like i know who this is, but it could be a total coincidence and i'm wrong 💀

but JUMP UP KICK LET'S WHIP AROUND AND SPINNNN

i love ninjago omg i owned so many knockoff legos of these sillies as a kid. got them all from stationary stores 😭

also also my favourite ninja was cole as a kid, but now i'm thinking it's zane >:] wait, this has me thinking about ninjago fanart HOLD ON

[putting-eddie-munson-in-places]

send him to the moon

i wonder if he’s found the baby ducks or broken soda machine yet

[mazzy-rockstar]

Gerard Way we’re fighting

[goodlucktai]

If you're okay with another fic prompt, maybe Mikey hiding his tears in the rain? And one or all of his brothers (or friends) figuring it out and comforting him.

Can I also request it be in the 2003 verse?

x

Usually it’s Raph who puts his foot in his mouth in a major way, but this time it’s Leo. 

It doesn’t happen often. Donnie thinks he could probably count on both hands the number of times Leo has said something intentionally hurtful to one of his brothers and still have some fingers leftover. Since returning from Japan, that frightening temper that turned their warm-hearted leader into a brooding stranger has been discarded for good, but it left a few scars. And Leo is as much a teenager as the rest of them are, even if he wasn’t always free to act like it. It’s not fair to expect him to regulate his emotions all the time. It wouldn’t be fair to expect that of a non-traumatized seventeen year old, let alone a kid with PTSD and anxiety and god only knows what else.

So really it shouldn’t be as surprising as it is when the words come bulleting out of Leo’s mouth, sharp and seething, “Some ninja you are.”

It shouldn’t be, but Raph whips around like someone struck him upside the head, and Donnie’s hands on Mikey’s shoulders clench tight involuntarily. He’s still kneeling in front of Mikey, still mopping up the blood on his head with a shirt Raph unapologetically ripped off a clothes line, still halfway through mentally cataloging the fatalistic difference another inch to the left would have made, so he has a front-row seat to the hurt that parades across the smallest turtle’s expression. 

That hurt hadn’t even existed when the Purple Dragon threw the knife at Mikey’s head in the first place. He’d been laughing a second ago, shaking off the jitters from the very close-call. Leo’s bitter condemnation stole that away in an instant. Their eldest brother is special and important to each of them, but he’s Mikey’s hero. 

Rain is drumming all around them, cascading off the boarded-up storefront overhang they’ve sheltered under. It’s early May and the recent days have gotten warmer, but abruptly Donnie feels very cold. 

“He don’t got eyes in the back of his head, Fearless,” Raph snaps back, like clockwork. His hackles are up, because as far as he’s concerned, only one person on this planet is allowed to give Mikey any semblance of a hard time, and that person is decidedly not Leonardo. 

“Then how about a little spacial awareness?” Leo bites out, squaring his shoulders when Raph faces him, as if they’ve never managed to mature past thirteen years old. “We’re running drills in the dojo starting tomorrow.”

It’s on the tip of Donnie’s tongue to say the hell we are, but he doesn’t bother. Raph and Leo are starting their unstoppable-force-meets-immovable-object routine and they’ll be at it for a good five minutes at least. Instead he reminds himself that his big brothers are keyed up and agitated out of worry and care, that the fighting only started after Donnie gave the all-clear, because it really won’t do anyone any good if all three of them lose their tempers. 

A second later Mikey is leaning out of Donnie’s hands and pushing himself to his feet. He’s looking right at Leo with all that hurt packed away into a neat little box, impossible to find. His orange mask is stained a stomach-turning rust color. The balled-up shirt is still in Donnie’s hand and Mikey is just letting himself bleed. 

“Mike,” Donnie says helplessly. 

“I’ll text you later,” he replies and ducks away quickly, out from under the overhang into the alley. Donnie sometimes wonders at the things his family has normalized over the years. His only little brother, the only person Donatello has always been directly responsible for, is all plastered with rain and walking off with a head wound, and it’s not even in the top ten worst things that’s happened so far this year. And it’s May. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Leo says suddenly. He storms after Mikey, reaching out like he’s going to grab him by the arm, and Donnie has just a second to think yeah that’s not good before Mikey whirls around. 

“Back off!” 

It stops Leo in his tracks so completely that it probably would have been funny in another time and place. He blinks dumbly, like the computer in his brain is rebooting. Donnie knows that this sudden temper of his was triggered by fear—that the sight of a knife flying towards his littlest brother’s head woke up something ugly in his brain that sprang to the defense in the quickest, easiest manner it could, clouding rational thought—but that doesn’t mean his words hurt any less. 

Mikey wipes roughly at his face with the heel of his hand. It’s impossible to tell through the rain, but he might be crying. Then, with an economy of motion that all his brothers have envied since they were clumsy little toddlers, the orange-banded turtle scales the side of the adjacent building and disappears over the roof into the dark. 

“Well done, asshole,” Raph says, but it’s half-hearted at best. “At this rate, I’ll be out of a job.”

Leo’s brow is furrowed beneath his mask. His hand is still slightly raised, like Mikey is still right there within reach. He’s never been here before, Donnie knows. Even when Leo was at his most hateful, those painful weeks after the showdown with the Shredder, Raph and Donnie—and even April, Casey and Splinter—were careful to keep him the fuck away from Mikey on his darker days. There are some things that can’t be walked back. 

This isn’t that. To be frank, they’ve said much worse to each other over much smaller fish. But sometimes hurt can spring up where it’s least expected. And sometimes when you get a knife thrown at your head, you want sympathy from the person you’ve spent your whole life idolizing, not scorn. 

“Why did I say that,” Leo mutters. It doesn’t sound like a question. 

Donnie answers anyway. “Because you’ve refused every single one of my attempts to get you into therapy. Telehealth exists, Nardo. We’re on a very good insurance plan.”

“Since when do we have insurance?” Raph says. He’s peering out from under the overhang into the rain, like maybe Mikey’s going to make a surprise reappearance. “Are you frauding some sleezy millionaire again?”

“Just doing my part,” Donnie says mildly. He touches Leo’s shoulder and says, “You owe him an apology. But he’ll be okay.”

It’ll be a cold day in hell when just that would be enough to make Leo stop worrying, especially in this case, but Donnie still had to try. Sure enough, Leo nods once, mechanically, and then says, “Can you track his phone?”

“Slow down, Mamanardo,” Raph says. “Let the kid have a minute to himself.”

“He’s hurt,” Leo replies like it’s making him sick to think about. Donnie has a comment locked and loaded that sounds something along the lines of “how convenient of you to remember that now and not when you and Raph were ripping each other’s heads off” but he chooses to be the bigger turtle. 

“He’ll be okay,” Donnie reiterates. He tosses the ruined shirt into a nearby bin and then sticks his hands out into the rain, washing the sticky, tacky red away. “Besides, tracking his phone is unnecessary. There’s only one place he would have gone.”

Even Raph raises an eyeridge at that, and Leo is equally clueless, but that’s okay. Donnie has been Mikey’s co-conspirator and secret-keeper since before they could talk in full sentences, and it’s only fair, because Mikey has been all of those things for him, too. Being on the B Team doesn’t have a lot of perks, but this is one of them. 

A couple of hours later, Donnie successfully shakes his brothers off at the lair. Splinter caught Donnie’s eye and helpfully ushered the elder two turtles into the dojo for a convenient meditation session, so Donnie didn’t have to worry about a pair of red and blue mother hens trailing after him. 

He crawls up the side of an apartment building in East Village and sits on the railing of the fire escape to peer into a warmly-lit window on the seventh floor. Inside his little brother and his little brother’s best friend, a human with piles and piles of curly blond hair and dimples when he smiles, are probably minutes away from getting a noise complaint, dancing around a cramped shoebox living room and singing at the top of their lungs. 

“Girl, put your records on,” they bellow, sharing the TV remote as if it’s a microphone. “Tell me your favorite song! You go ahead, let your hair down!”

There’s a big pink bandaid plastered to the side of Mikey’s head, and evidence of Thai takeout on the coffee table that’s been shoved to the side of the room, and he’s in a sunflower yellow hoodie that’s at least two sizes too big. Any trace of the hurt from earlier is long-gone. 

They’ll need to get home eventually. It isn’t safe to stay out in the early morning hours, as the city that never sleeps begins to pick up speed. And Leo is almost certainly going to be waiting up for them, restless until he sees for himself that his baby brother hasn’t been driven away by him completely. They really do need to get that boy some therapy. Donnie makes a mental note to get April on his team for that. 

For now, there’s still some time. Until the end of this song, at least. It’s catchy. 

[residentmiddlechild]

Pull the plug in September I don't wanna die in June I’d like to start planning my funeral I've got work to do, mmm

Pull the plug, make it painless I don't want a violent end

Don’t say that you'll always love me 'Cause you know I'd bleed myself dry for you Over and over again

Doomsday is close at hand I'll book the marching band To play as you speak

I'll feel like throwin' up You'll sit and stare Like a goddamn machine

I’d like to plan out my part in this But you’re such a narcissist You'll probably do it next week I don’t get a choice in the matter Why would I? It's only the death of me Only the death of me

Pull the plug, but be carеful I don't wanna die too soon I think there's good in you somewhere I’ll hang on 'til the chaos is through

Doomsday is close at hand I'll book the marching band To play as you speak

I'll feel like throwin' up You'll sit and stare Like a goddamn machine

The death of me was so quiet No friends and family allowed Only my murderer, you, and the priest Who told you to go to Hell

And the funny thing is I would've married you If you'd have stuck around

Doomsday is close at hand I booked the marching band To play as you speak

I feel like throwin' up You sit and stare Like a goddamn machine

I'd have liked to plan out my part in this But you're such a narcissist That you did it on Halloween I had no choice in the matter Why would I? It's only the death of me

______________________________________________________________

Padme Amidala - Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith Song: Doomsday by Lizzy McAlpine

[serendertothesquad]

odd squad forever?

Until the end of time, baby!

[fictionalmedicshowdown]

Dr. Mario

He is dr. Mario and he is saving lives

vs

Ratchet (Transformers)

He is grumpy but actually soft inside

[wmu-cedes]

The Winter Ball

Mercedes selected something a little out of her comfort zone for the ball, deciding she wanted to start the year off right, and challenge herself to be more daring. She chose a gold sequined off the shoulder body con dress, and paired it with strappy (and sparkly) silver stilettos.

Her accessories are gold and silver. Her makeup is full glam. She wanted to look like opulence, and she thinks she's achieved that look.

Her handsome and charming date for the evening is @samevans-wmu.

[lululawrence]

1 please?

absolutely, my dear!

page 1 of my bookmarks on ao3 includes...

Home Is Nest to You by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel

Being an omega, Louis was well accustomed to nesting. He had lost count of the number of times he'd nested throughout his life. But, there were five times in particular that he'd never forget.

Remember Me As A Time Of Day by justanothershadeofblue (zjofierose) / @justanothershadeofblue

It's the 20th anniversary of the One Direction hiatus, and the powers that be have decided that it's time for a reunion tour, and ideally, an album. Can five middle-aged lads thrust into a house in the middle of nowhere to make music sort out two decades worth of hurts, grudges, and resentments and come together with enough love to make a show - and a relationship - that works?

Better is the End by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

Louis stands at the entrance to the labyrinth, and knows that this is the end. No one escapes from the labyrinth. No one can defeat the monster inside and make it back out alive.

He steps into the darkness and knows that he’ll never see the sun again.

Deep within the twisting, turning corridors of the labyrinth sits a creature who’s been trapped in darkness for as long as anyone can remember.

Maybe, if everything goes right, this story won’t end the way it began.

Choose one of my 103 pages of bookmarks in AO3 and I'll give you a random selection of fics from that page!

[shalom-iamcominghome]

mazel tov to you for all of your learnings! going from the print aleph bet to the script is tricky, especially when learning to read the blessings and torah, and you are doing awesome <3

Thank you so much! I love hebrew cursive - I thought it would be way worse than block. I can't wait to read torah all by myself like a big kid 🤣

[miyaisastar]

//

life is never TARTAGALICIOUS

[vroomian]

hazbin yrz: what does the fox say

Yrz: this fox says die <3

[gleamer]

Girl, you're my angel, you're my darling angel Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby (Tell them) Shorty, you're my angel, you're my darling angel Girl, you're my friend when I'm in need, lady

[leecherish]

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