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chromatographic:

tacticalnymphomania:

nellachronism:

loveforalia:

You know you had a Catholic upbringing when somebody says “May the force be with you” and your instant reaction is to reply with “And also with you”.

Lift up your lightsabers.

We lift them up to the lord.

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Let us give thanks to the Force our guide.

It is right to give the Force thanks and praise.

fullmetalgrigori:

Belated birthday fic for the delightful wingsof-flame, who asked for “met at 3 AM in the laundry room and you ruined all your clothes.” 

idk what happened, man. i tried to keep it short but good god the sass

It was safe to say that Soul wasn’t expecting any company in the dorm laundry room at 3 AM on a Friday morning. The self-professed insomniac knew this from experience—not many chose the early hours of the morning to venture down to the harshly-lit fluorescent liar of too-sweet fabric softener and sour-smelling damp clothes. But the machines were empty and no one was bitching about their sopping wet laundry being left to mold in the corner, and since Soul was always awake anyway, he found it easier to wash his clothes in the relative quiet of the early dawn hours.

At least, that was his plan, until he pushed open the door and found himself staring at a frantic ball of frazzled blonde wearing rumpled pyjamas and staring despondently at something that more resembled a rabid dog than a washing machine. The sight of another person occupying what he’d started to consider his own personal den of lint-bunnies and lonely socks had him blinking stupidly for a few second, giving the blonde just enough time to register the muted thud of the door swinging shut behind him. A pair of wide green eyes pinned him into place as he stood there, laundry bag cutting off the circulation in his fingers as the detergent swung loosely in his other hand.

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aaliyah1979-2001:

valiantparadox:

My roommate and I have had far too much coffee and I think our neighbors hate us

WHO DID THIS

Coming Up:

resbangmod:

Quick reminder of the upcoming schedule

Oct 1st (today)- rough drafts are due.

Oct 2nd- summaries are posted to this forum for the artists. if you are an artist and you can’t access this forum, contact Marsh of Sleep immediately.

Oct 3rd- claiming begins at 12am (00:00), EST. We will not accept any claims sent before then. Claiming will continue until all artists and fics are paired.

Oct 5th- authors provide their partners with their draft. everyone cries and hugs each other.

spockisinthetardis:

welcome-my-peasants:

Hey guys, you get it? It’s pumpkin pi.

GUYS

spockisinthetardis:

welcome-my-peasants:

Hey guys, you get it? It’s pumpkin pi.

GUYS

Pumpkin Shenanigans

tsarodat:

When you give a white haired dork a pumpkin spice latte he’s going to want ALL THE PUMPKIN EVER. Much to Maka’s dismay as her life is kind of sort of over run with pumpkin. 

Pre-Airport

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mangocianamarch:

survivingwithouthiddles:

encyclopedophile:

postsfromthemrs:

Look!

Guys. It’s adding insult to injury.

Somewhere Tom Hiddleston is shivering with excitement

mangocianamarch:

survivingwithouthiddles:

encyclopedophile:

postsfromthemrs:

Look!

Guys. It’s adding insult to injury.

Somewhere Tom Hiddleston is shivering with excitement

burdge:

i could’ve given maka a killer cloak but i blew it

38, Soul and Maka!
Anonymous

lueurdelaube:

38. Abandoned. 

I interpreted that prompt very freely jfc. I tried to do something vaguely sci fi-ish. Hope you like it! :)

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“B-but Sergeant,” Tsugumi whispered fearfully, her rifle meek and unassuming in her trembling hands as she pressed closer to the wall. “We are supposed to stay away from the cargo.”

 

Maka threw the scared girl a stern look over her shoulder, green eyes hard like steel. “We were put on this ship to protect it, so whatever it is that has attacked us needs to be dispatched, especially if they’re after the cargo” She rubbed the bridge of her nose, clenching her teeth because the attackers could be space pirates, which would be the best case scenario. Sergeant Maka Albarn had experience with that brand of criminal. They were at least human unlike the kishins.

 

A sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, heavy like hot coal, left her uneasily trotting down the dark hallway of the Shinigami. God of Death. Whoever had decided to name this spaceship was an idiot, or some smartass who thought himself a paragon of ironic cleverness.

 

It had been an hour since the Shinigami had stopped responding, nearly all functions on the ship ceasing. But something had been wrong since the beginning of this mission. They were supposed to make sure the cargo made it safely from New Earth to the space colony Grigori, but they had not been told what he cargo was, why it was so important beyond the general implications that it would be a crucial weapon against the kishins. Kishins that swarmed space and arbitrarily attacked New Earth and its neighbouring colonies.

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dongbufeng:

Legend of Korra Book 4 trailer