oh no oh no oh no
Stern lady adventurer who catches on to the pun thing in like two seconds flat and answers every single one with a totally straight face — “okay okay okay try this one: what did the scientist say about the book on anti-gravity?” “that it was impossible to put down?” “eeeeeee you guessed it!!!!!!“ — and at first the sphinx is super-excited because NO ONE EVER GUESSES PROPERLY, NO ONE!!!!!, but her elation soon turns to disappointment because the stern lady adventurer isn’t laughing and, like, that’s the whole point, and anyway the sphinx is hilarious, she knows she’s hilarious, puns are the bEST—
so basically it turns into a ridiculous and adorable adventure story where the sphinx decides she needs to accompany the stern lady adventurer on her travels because she is damn well going to make the woman crack a smile, and they get up to all sorts of shenanigans and the nerdy little sphinx girl puns her way out of half their scrapes and the stern lady adventurer is like “what” and “how” and “no”
The sphinx is all, “it’s probably a good thing you have me along, you know, because I make for a pretty great pawdyguard”
The stern lady adventurer scowls, all, “stop that,” and she IS NOT GOING TO SMILE at the way the little sphinx goes all wiggly and delighted
“Wait wait wait,” the sphinx says. “I have to tell you something. Me and you—”
“no. NO.”
“—make a TOTALLY—”
“don’t you dare”
“—PAWESOME TEAM!!!!!”
“oh gods why”
[shipping intensifies]
And the sphinx is just smiling and acting all kittenish until someone tries to attack the stern lady adventurer, then suddenly the sphinx pounces and defeats the idiot soundly. The lady adventurer is wondering why did she go into a battle mode there and not during some of the scrapes they’ve been in.
“Beclaws I was hungry.” The sphinx shrugs as she licks her paws clean.
And the lady adventurer just sighs again and covers her face again, shaking her head.
Month: March 2014
I went out for breakfast this morning and between ordering my meal and now, I have forgotten what I ordered.
I’m kind of excited to see what they bring me now.
Tagged: I have a master’s degree, and I run the budget for four departments at my office, I am an adult, an adult with a surprise breakfast coming.
Well…. what was the damned breakfast??
Two poached eggs rimed round with salt,
Soft cooked so that the yolk still runs;
What could be more delightful to exalt?That I forgot my meal, I am at fault
But I always remember when it comes
Two poached eggs rimed round with salt!And sausages in pancakes, rich with malt,
With syrup and sweet butter overrun,
What could be more delightful to exalt?Nothing to make tender mouths revolt,
Sweet bread, spiced pork, by which I am undone:
Two poached eggs rimed round with saltSuch bright delights in one meal, near forgot:
Pancakes, sausage, juice like liquid sun,
Two poached eggs rimed round with salt.
What could be more delightful to exalt?I don’t usually brag but I wrote that bastard on my phone during a staff meeting, and I’m feeling pretty awesome about it.
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#I don’t understand what’s going on #but whatever it is it looks interesting #poetry
Worf needs to work on his chatter
No, Worf’s chatter is a gift to us all. Change nothing, mighty Klingon.
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#Star Trek #DS9 #a gift to us all
Time travel in movies
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#useful things #time travel #neat #italicisation indicates you arrive nude #they have an indicator for that
My not!sister makes these too:
/obligatory familial boost
Two or three times over the years, in two different Girl Guide troops, they taught us to make what they described as “Ukrainian Easter eggs”. Every single time, the Guiders appeared to think this would be a more novel way to celebrate Easter, rather than the normal boring Easter eggs that we would obviously already be familiar with.
To this day, I am unsure how else one makes Easter eggs.
My fannish!sister, whose family is…Wendish? Something Eastern European that’s not Ukranian, but the egg designs are similar, learned her technique from her mother. It involves little pots of dye, and wax. You plan out the design, and dip the egg in the first colour (let’s say yellow), then paint over in wax the parts that you want to keep yellow. Then you dip it in, say, green. Paint over what you want to keep green. Then dip it in red…etc. until you have the final design. Then you melt off the wax (I forget how) and poke a hole in the end to let the egg white/yolk gloop out. Very carefully! (Can’t remember why you do that at the end rather than the beginning—probably because the egg is more fragile for painting if it’s just the shell.)
There may be other ways to do it. When I was a kid, the few times we painted eggs involved watercolour paints and markers or something. :P Not the same.
You may have misinterpreted. I’m saying that the method you’re describing is the only way I have ever made Easter eggs. Every time there was an Easter-egg-making session of a group I was part of, it was always Ukrainian-style, the idea being (either implicitly or explicitly) that teenagers would be bored with the “usual” ways of making Easter eggs by now, so let’s try a different way. Thing is, I’ve never done the usual way, only “here’s what you do when you’re sick of the usual” (and always introduced to me as such).
(A bit like fairy tales, really. I learned Jack and the Beanstalk and Goldilocks and the like by watching Looney Tunes do several different parodies of each tale and noting the common elements. Nobody ever teaches you Fairy Tales 101 because they all assume somebody else already did, so you have to learn 101 by taking the advanced classes and reading between the lines.)
(I did suspect Easter Eggs 101 involved markers.)
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#reply via reblog
My not!sister makes these too:
/obligatory familial boost
Two or three times over the years, in two different Girl Guide troops, they taught us to make what they described as “Ukrainian Easter eggs”. Every single time, the Guiders appeared to think this would be a more novel way to celebrate Easter, rather than the normal boring Easter eggs that we would obviously already be familiar with.
To this day, I am unsure how else one makes Easter eggs.
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#Brin talks about herself for no particular reason #of course even when you’ve done it three times rather than once #they’re not nearly as intricate as this #pretty things #impressive as fuck
e9fudkgj:
look at all those majestic sea pancakes
SEA PANCAKES
Look at all those majestic birdfish!
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#stingrays #pretty things
OKAY OKAY OKAY I KNOW THERE ARE SO MANY FANDOMS STARTING NOW, LIKE THE SINK FANDOM AND THE TREEHOUSE FANDOM AND THE BLANKET FORT FANDOM, BUT YOU ARE ALL MISSING ONE.
SECRET
FREAKIN’
ROOMS
LIKE
PEOPLE
BUILD ROOMS
WITHIN ROOMS
BUT THEY AREN’T LIMITED TO INSIDE THE HOME
THAT’S RIGHT
THERE ARE SECRET ROOMS FOR CARS
HONESTLY THOUGH
YOU EITHER LIKE SECRET ROOMS
OR YOU’RE WRONG
oh I am so all over this shit
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#love the decor fandom #(that is my tag for it)
the annual scholastic book fair was the only reason i didn’t drop out of elementary school
Then maybe I shouldn’t reveal that for the twice-annual* “teachers only” Scholastic book sales held at the warehouses, homeschooling parents counted as “teachers” and were allowed to bring their children. I didn’t even go to elementary school and I was still able to look forward to a Scholastic book fair every year.
(The book sale was hugely discounted and let you examine the product before buying it, which is what made it worth looking forward to months in advance. We were also allowed to buy non-discounted mail-order books from Scholastic, with a new catalog sent to us…quarterly, I think it was. New catalogs were a much lesser excitement, but I looked forward to them a little too.)
*Though we generally only went to one per year.
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#my childhood #the nearest Scholastic warehouse was ~80 minutes’ drive away in Cinnaminson #we made a day of it #it was an Event #right up there with Dorney Park’s Halloween celebrations #and Storybook Land’s open-late nights every December #every ride and tree covered in lights #our own personal holidays
#one of the things i liked about this show was the way they were all #we can never touch! #but they didn’t go #oh we just can’t be together #they found so many creative ways around it #i don’t know it’s just kind of neat, like #who cares if this relationship doesn’t look like it’s supposed to (cosmic-llin)
You think so? I mean, maybe it would make more sense if I actually watched the show rather than relying on pop-culture osmosis, but that situation seemed pretty reckless to me. Like, if my best friend/boyfriend/suchlike (truthfully) told me, basically, “I’ve cast a resurrection spell on you, but the price is that if we ever touch again you’ll die, and I can’t re-revive you”, I would cut all face-to-face contact immediately and would likely move away (to reduce the odds of running into them). Love’s nice and all, and we can still do stuff long-distance, but if one misstep means my death I wouldn’t take any chances.
(Mind you, I’m the sort of self-centred coward that Gryffindor-supremacists accuse of doing the will of Satan.)
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#Pushing Daisies #reply via reblog #self-preservation ftw #(when I say ‘doing the will of Satan’ I’m thinking of the ending of The Wizard’s Dilemma) #(which I read recently)
Brinens and Things 