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doctorslippery · 6 months
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Starting to think that Starfleet needs better security.
And that Section 31 are shit at their job.
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can-o-memes · 2 years
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My brain is a void
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angelkitty32001 · 2 months
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Hey Jules! #5 for the horrible questions!
Hello! Relationship status 😀 I have a girlfriend (who is also married to my ex boyfriend - yay goth poly crossovers), and a FWB.
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berrysphase · 6 months
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tagged by @lazaefair and @astrabear. Thank you! I have been absolutely steamrollered by work recently, and it is nice to know that people still remember I occasionally write fic.
Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness (The Old Guard, Joe/Nicky, Quynh, Andy)
"You didn't like the chestnuts," Nicolò murmured later. He was solid and warm against Yusuf, and their blankets were cozy, and Yusuf was starting to feel less grouchy about the lurking prospect of winter.
In some coming wind (The Old Guard, Joe/Nicky)
(I don't know why but this one has always been so hard to pick lines from. they all look flat to me when taken out. idk. this is from pretty close to halfway through chapter two)
"Sawda," Nicolò said, with the kind of relentless gentleness it was hard to turn aside, and Yusuf said, "We spent six weeks on the road because you asked for help. Don't tell us we cannot help you now."
cardinality (The Old Guard, ensemble gen)
"It's how I do, anyway," Josef said, bright eyes very sincere in the fading light. "Life by life, how else would you make the measure of man?"
How else? How else -- Sebastien knew plenty of safe, everyday ways to measure men. His -- he didn't know what to call them, his comrades in arms, he supposed -- they did not do too badly for dinner companions, now that they weren't awkwardly shifting around in their chairs and avoiding his wife's eyes.
A friend indeed (Silmarillion, Fingon/Maedhros)
"Oh -- politics!" Findekáno said, frustrated and dismayed. It was an unexpected sting, that Maitimo still felt the need to walk so carefully around their grandfather with him. "I came to you as a friend, I absolve you of politics."
Where there's smoke (The Old Guard meets Cadfael)
Startled, Cadfael glanced up, and was taken aback by the sheer fury in Nicolò's face.
"Ah," said Cadfael, and shifted Wadih so that his full weight fell onto Nicolò.
Across so wide a sea (Silmarillion, Finrod & Galadriel)
It was a perilous vision and very fair, and it had pulled at him, as if Artanis had caught his own breath up in it; and he did not know whether this was part of her art, or because he too had dreamt, from time to time, of greater glories than what might come to him in gentle summer days. But those were dreams, and he had never once thought of leaving.
A story for twilight (Silmarillion, Maedhros & Finarfin)
"Since we find," he was saying, "that this is the only way we can give our swords to their cause, which yet was first our own."
Fimbulwinter (Der Ring Das Nibelungen, Sieglinde)
"Traveller, I have not met your like," said the giantess. "You are dead, but not newly; you are mortal, but you stink of the gods."
"I had not thought," Sieglinde said, "that your mistress was choosy."
"It is true: death, fast or slow, is remorseless, and gods fall even as mortals do. Yet those whom the gods love seldom come up this road. State your name and business, or linger until you can."
The veins of a leaf (Les Mis, Grantaire & Combeferre, very very AU)
Sunlight woke her. She made a noise and rolled away, and sat up abruptly when she remembered it was not her bed. Sun streamed in through the open window, sun and with it the scent of grass, and the noisy morning argument of birds asserting their territory to the far corners of the world. Hyeon-su had already gone, and the duvet on his side of the bed was pulled neatly up.
A previous near-miss with history (Les Mis, Marius & Courfeyrac)
"Mmm," said Marius, with muddy, uncharitable reluctance. Prouvaire carelessly threw out in conversation the kind of lines that Marius had to stay up late at night to assemble painstakingly from pieces, and glowed with purpose besides; talking to him left Marius feeling wan and clumsy. Marius touched the coins in his pocket again, thinking, this, this is mine, I earned this with the fruit of my own thought; and said, impulsively, "But, Bossuet, Courfeyrac, forgive me, I couldn't help overhearing -- were you in need of money?"
As usual I am doing memes late and am not sure who would like to be tagged who hasn't been: here are some tags, if you want to play @robertawickham @circumference-pie @artificialities @undercat-overdog @clothonono
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dolly-macabre · 2 years
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I saw this template on Pintrest
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And I couldn't keep myself from drawing it with my favorite dummies 🥰
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GUESS WHO'S ON NEW MEDS! 😂
But while I was drawing I couldn't shake something familiar about Dolly's gaze:
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I had to share this discovery with my friend, @eldritch-dad and they made this gem for me:
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I love it here you guys ❤
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addictsitter · 8 months
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For the album thing—Glee: The Music, Volume 4 🫡
The best song on the album: technically it's only on the japanese edition, but "dog days are over". the glee version >>> the original. out of the normal edition? "river deep, mountain high".
My favorite song on the album: probably "me against the music"? either that or the very predictable "teenage dream"
My least favorite song on the album: "the only exception" i'm sorry that performance was fuckin' boring.
The most overrated song on the album: do not @ me for this but fucking "valerie". i love it, naya's incredible, do not get me wrong, but holy fuck. the way people talk about it, you'd think it involved literal miracles.
Most underrated: fucking "toxic"!! it gets ignored a lot because of the cringe of the performance in the episode, but it is one of the more original arrangements the show did and it's actually really fucking good!
The banger of all bangers: "marry you" cause that was so fucking fun.
Rate from 0-10: like? a 7? it has a bunch of songs i like on it, but it's missing several others, "dog days" is only a fuckin bonus track and it's not even my favorite glee season music-wise.
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letsnaththings · 1 year
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Memeage
Was tagged by @cairistiona7 to list the last five songs I listened to. Thank you!
Sir Patrick Spens - Fairport Convention
Outlaw Man - the Eagles
Johnny B Goode - Chuck Berry
Küss Mich - Rammstein 
La Foule - Edith Piaf
Do or do not - there is no tag!
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sadsacs · 5 months
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Memeage.
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carocane · 2 years
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Hen: Buck, get out of my ambulance
Clip-board Buck:
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doctorslippery · 6 months
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The X-Men Scale of Ecstasy
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can-o-memes · 4 months
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My mind loves chaos
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angelkitty32001 · 2 months
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Which wrestler do you think should get more of a push?
I had a long think about this, first thought was running through all the women but I'm tentatively hopeful that things may be improving there, and the pushes that the women have had have been a bit pants tbh.
Really, I'd like them to do something more with Takeshita. He's fab, and he's currently stuck with arsehole wanker face Callis and it's done naff all for him. I'd just like him to actually be given something good rather than the stop start bobbins.
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berrysphase · 1 year
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Here, some very stalled Valinor fic! It pretends it's a ship fic, but really it's about Noldorin social structures, government, and politics. (Or maybe the other way around.)
They skipped the racing, but Fingon competed in the wrestling.  He went six rounds in the tournament before losing on an unlucky slip in the seventh.  "Well-contended, my lord," the villager said with a bow, fighting to keep a secret delighted smirk from creeping over his face, and Fingon laughed and clouted him on the shoulder.  
"Well-contended indeed!  Find me by the wine tent when you are through, and claim a song from me as forfeit!"  He made his way back out to the edge of the ring, where Maedhros was leaning on the fence and looking very amused.
"Well?  Have I suitably acquitted the honor of the house of Finwe?" Fingon said, grinning.  
"Oh, most creditably," Maedhros said, grinning back, and handed Fingon back his shirt. He nodded over at the villager, now squaring up against the next challenger.  "He'll take the whole thing, won't he?" 
"I expect so," Fingon said, stretching out his shoulders.  "He's won seven out of the last nine years, I asked earlier.  Fal lal la la valor -- fa la la -- What's a good rhyme for brawn?"
"Yawn," said Maedhros, and dodged sideways when Fingon tried to hit him with his shirt.  "The wrestling was your idea, I don't see why you need me to help."
"See if I bring you along next time!  Is there any mud on my back from when he threw me?" 
"You're fine," said Maedhros, "you can put your shirt back on without fear of besmirching your princely person.  Since we need to wait by the wine tent, are you going to buy me a round, or do you reserve that honor for people who can pin you?"
"I have just been working very hard to provide the fair with a fine spectacle while you have been relaxing, I think you owe me a song."  
"Oh, do you," said Maedhros, laughing, and he made Fingon pour, and he complained about Fingon's harp, but he sang a simple and fast-flowing song of Tulkas and Nessa while Fingon drank two cups of water and one cup of the bright new wine, and Fingon was well content.
A few rounds later, the villager, whose name was Rondamaite, came out beaming, a great wreath of blue flowers cockeyed on his head and a maiden laughing on his shoulder.  Fingon greeted him with a toast, and cups for Rondamaite and his maiden, and then sang an impromptu tribute to his victory.  He had come with the melody ready, and neither melody or voice might be up to the standards of Kanafinwe Macalaure, but he was there at the right time to sing it, and by the third chorus the whole tent was joining in.
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bootyholefartpop · 1 year
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