operativesurprise:

keplercryptids:

keplercryptids:

I spent the afternoon arranging our books by size and color (and it’s so satisfying and looks amazing) and my partner came home and stared in shock at the bookcase and then said “i’m a librarian, you can’t do this.”

him: you split up all the song of ice and fire books

me: yeah i know, they’re all primary colors, it’s perfect

him: [self-destructs]

You’re a monster

wynautnidorino:

smallest-feeblest-boggart:

copperbadge:

pinglederry:

decoy-ocelot:

Oh, oh, this reminds me of the only known bilingual palindrome:

Anger? ‘Tis safe never. Bar it! Use love.

Spell that backward and you get:

Evoles ut ira breve nefas sit; regna!

Which is Latin for:

Rise up, in order that your anger may be but a brief madness; control it!

@copperbadge

Whenever I see stuff like this I wonder how people even come up with it. 

i’m so glad you people are out there being clever so i don’t have to be

Amazing!

gaygothur:

pyrrhiccomedy:

“why do lesbians hate men” son almost all women hate men, lesbians just have nothing to lose by saying so.

also have any of y’all listened to a country song made by a straight woman? literally nobody in the world hates men more than a straight woman who has had enough. 

mozalieri:

kaaatebishop:

eleemosynecdoche:

musicofthe-ainur:

Am I the only person who thought this was really fucking funny

A lot of the really funny moments in Lord of the Rings come from Tolkien playing with language like this, where we have relatively formal, archaic, “high” language responded to with informal, modern, “low” language. 

another hilarious example:

my absolute favorite example of tolkien switching registers in this way is

slumberinggirl:

averagefairy:

ok can we agree that the WORST feeling is when you’re just sitting around consciously procrastinating and you’re just overly aware that each second that passes is more time wasted and you like watch hours pass and you’re STILL procrastinating and you CANT STOP and your panicked brain is trapped inside a body that refuses to be productive and inside you’re screaming but outwardly you’re just eating chips 

Mood