#gone with the wind memes

[hometoursandotherstuff]

I don't know nuthin' about no bats, Miss Scarlett! This cracked me up.

[badmemescleansheets]

[1esor2]

Getting married in 6 hours, so I’ll be offline for a few days! Enjoy this post while I’m gone!

[vnynv]

on the autographs stream today, robin atkin downes (voice of medic) came on for like 5 minutes to to show the eggs he was boiling and cackle in the medic voice. medic cooking real

[tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land]

Ydan better watch out; Ronaldo's got the power of both anime AND big booba on his side!

[saccharineomens]

i threw together a silly little drawing for marcille's birthday.

may she get all the hunky bishes she desires!

[glassroo]

i think the absolute funniest part of my feral danny art isnt so much the art itself, but the process. like to get them consistent i choose one and use it as a colour picker for all of them, and its become customary at this point to use the danny ive come to affectionately refer to as "mandrake danny". it cracks a smile for me when i watch the playback and he just, pops outta nowhere like 😩

[todayisafridaynight]

going through it rn dont talk to me <- cant find my favorite y7 twitter meme anymore

[crying-in-the-clean-utility]

[temperateskies]

Just a kind reminder to any personal blogs who happen to follow me; please do not reblog any of my rp related posts ^^; it's kinda weird and makes me feel a little uncomfortable. Please and thank you

[blindedguilt]

Oh yeah? Do the hearty thing for Nox

It was unknown to him, the faint grimace that automatically crossed Leonard's face at the request. It wasn't that he had regarded Equinox with any ill will, if anything, it couldn't be further from the truth. Leonard was rather fond of Nox, though in such a fashion of a guardian or protector to their (at times rather nonsensical and terribly strong) child, and so the idea of naming any traits with the intent of being labelled as “Attractive” had placed a small knot of unease in his stomach.  Still, it couldn’t be helped. Leonard took a moment of thought, his brows furrowing just barely in deep contemplation before he spoke. Though there were times when Nox’s brashness had reminded him of Caim, there was a certain comfort Leonard felt around him in the confidence that brief pause of thought would not have been taken as means to any offense - Perhaps dullheadedness - But that was something Leonard was as aware of in himself as he was any other miniscule issue, and he far preferred an assumed fault than psychical harm done of any nature.

“Equinox is a fine and independent young man. Though he may come from lands afar,” At least, such was his knowledge, “It is clear he bears no lighter burdens than we of our own land. It is to some that he may be seen as cold, but that he has allowed for room enough in his heart to allow me to accompany him is of great value for such stagnant times... It troubles me to say that so many have let frozen their hearts in wake of such great loss. I cannot expect that I ever know what burdens he may carry, nor do I wish for that knowledge - But it must be said. For many who may come to know him in the future, I am sure their own sights shall be drawn to that opened heart as well. It is a nature both fine and rare.” A pause. He hadn’t the slightest clue what he could have looked like, so any compliments made towards that direction were quickly forgotten. But, his mind had soon settled differently, and Leonard took another moment to think out the delivery of his words before finally stating them. “I also believe... That his is a comforting presence,” He began, giving a thoughtless nod as if to reinforce the thought. “There is something that wills me protect and guide him, whatever path he may take... I do not know what.” Leonard could only leave it at that - Perhaps a somewhat empty note, but the last thing he could do was even fathom to explain it. It was odd, even by his standards, to have grown what some may be inclined to call “affection” for the young man. Truly, Leonard knew when to back down and leave other adults to their own independence when it could be helped - Even as a child, he never had so much interest in adults as much as he did the nature around him. But perhaps it was that familiar tinge of pain he felt when thinking about it that had informed him it was nothing more than the instincts of an older brother - That there was something he sensed in Equinox that needed help. He hoped he could provide that help - Whatever it may have been - one way or another.

[2isms]

❝ i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right. ❞

A FEW VARIOUS SENTENCE STARTERS

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“You—” he grumbled out in frustration, “who do you think I was doing this for, in the first pla…”

“….” Crap, he wasn’t supposed to say that part out loud. A little flustered, he let out a quick huff, slipping a hand into his pocket to throw whatever this monstrosity she’d sewn back to her, before turning away with feigned indifference. “Sorry I brought this hideous thing back to you, I guess. Geez, you’re so uncute…”

⠀

[starsinlegions]

tag dump

[dichshhh]

Don’t tell me I’m the only one thinking that Scarlett O’Hara and Emma Woodhouse could be good friends

[emcads]

"I can see it in your eyes." from gus

YOU'VE CHANGED. FERGUS BYRNE. @criticalfai1ure said: "I can see it in your eyes." from gus

❛❛ I AM NOT AFRAID. ❜❜

it is a HALF-TRUTH typical of her kind. death itself? Miss Esmeralda de Sevilla all but WELCOMES the scythe: a warm embrace of peace for the faithful, for the warrior, for the WOMAN. ( and typical of her faith, she does not fear the scales of her God's judgement, convinced of the righteousness of her BLOODY SWORD. ) no, her own death has never frightened her. but there are only two left of the de Sevilla's, out of the once-prosperous family tree that flourished its roots in Veracruz, and being the LAST of them all ? that is a threat that courses like ice water through her veins, muddying the family blood.

when she looks at her captain all she sees is his age. his very bones creaking with the wood of his ship, bled dry through the years by the aristocracy he hates and the pirates he loves. once-spry movements slowing, not enough to be noticed by any but she ... but when her breath hinges on every shallow cut he accrues the patriarch seems lacerated with them. and the TERROR seeps in. every moment he stands at the helm she thinks of that dream, the haunting, SKELETAL figure with bleached-dry knuckles gripping the spokes, eternal storm waging as if announcing a Stygian debt to be paid.

and she eyes her grandfather a little more closely. protectively.

❛❛ tell me you are not here to take him. take anyone else. take me. ❜❜

[bitofthisandthat]

@elveswithoutears​ asked: “Diagnosis: you need to be squished.” - from drake to gabby

Gabby was comfortably bundled in the sheets and comforter like a cozy burrito, the linens covering her head in a perfect cocoon. It was a LONG week of patrol and parenting, and she had finally landed in bed long enough to sleep the sleep of the dead. She had no idea being domestic would be far more exhausting than her globe-trotting life before...

Maybe it was the fact no one would know or care what she did, so she could sleep for days as a vigilante, and do whatever she wanted in between. Not that the eagle-peahen was ever irresponsible, the woman was the stiffest when it came to honor codes and regulations. Yet, somehow home life with Drake and his family was a constant whirlwind of responsibility and activities for each other.

And it was all soon going to be her family. Permanently. She loved them, but.

Precious. Silence. Sleep. And solitude... 

However. Solitude didn’t last very long. Even in deep rest, she could sense another presence in the room, and prayed to herself that it wasn’t Gosalyn. She adored the girl as if she was her own, but she had just sent the girl off to her friend’s house for a sleepover, in hopes Gabby would get an evening to herself. 

Brows furrowed, even in partial sleep.

The weight on the bed was too heavy to be a 13 year old’s. Beak pressed into the pillow, she let out a pathetic, hoarse protest. “Drake...”

She barely moved, as he climbed in next to her, his arms wrapping tightly around her blanketed form. She tsk’ed and groaned, but loosened under his hold, pressing her back into his torso, wiggling a little until they were perfectly spooned. “Nap first...funny stuff second...”