#agedly

[rhetoricalsoapbox]

How crispily aged is taika waititi gonna be when he crispily and agedly plays crispy aged Helmer in the screenplay movie action movie series

Taika Waititi is going to be crispily aged and crispy agedly when he plays crispy aged Helmer and he will also be so agedly crispy you don’t believe how crispily aged he’ll be.

[shocktreatment]

ok im too blasted now to feel embarassment so im gonna ramble about my favorite gay yaoi slapstick routine now

broooooo theyre literally like. ok. the amazon rpime page literally calls Bottom a husband wife comedy and theu literally get it so bad. they are literally husband and wife. an "i hate my wife" routine but its a repressed bisexual alcoholic and his middle-agedly gnc gay tory wife. and theyre oh mygoooddddd theyre the best gay rep rver even if they arent technically torgteher even though theyre canonly married as of the first live show and are willing to have sex wirh each other as offfffffff i forget if the 3rd or 4th liveshow. but anyway theyre everything i want in gay rep: stupid, carroonish, a long voyage of their media getting gayer and gayer until theyre fucking each other (a la jay and silent bob and ren and stimpy) richie is gnc but not in a boring way and instead in an interesting way, eddie i was going to say something specifc about eddie thn i got lost thinking about eddie my besutiful wife eddie anyway ummmmm they also rock because theyre total losers and thry suck. and they beat each other up and they fucking kill each other and they have been living with each other for like 15 years and theyre a MARRIED COUPLEEEEEE. thyere insaneeeeeeee i feel bad thar im not doing thrm justice coz i havent been good with my words but theyre sooo special to me and they always will be ok goodnight ok

[slvttyplum]

unspecified and from a fanon source… i’d say to just not jump through hoops and probably not bring discourse onto your page plum :,) he is agedly ambiguous i guess

yes i agree, that’s why i decided to just let it go lol. thank you!

[writer59january13]

Earth Day April 22nd 2024

I lament bidding Gaia's creatures adieu, an inner conflict dust brew within this scribe, who offers ye to chew (like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do tee incumbent, when Doomsday clock counts down minutes few according Al Gore rhythm unstoppably ticking, when life gets turned to global goo tenderized viz Doctor Zeus if not Horton Hears Hoo

then most definitely The Lorax (couching urgent morals underscored by satellite photographs showing melting ice caps or igloo, which planetary sos, sans in extremis requires joint effort of Gentile and Jew, plus every other sectarian credo, dogma, ethos...knew clear family, and whatnot to become linkedin with Linda Loo

yes, we moost not forget Old McDonald's with his moo moo there bovine creatures agedly hobbling along, or new lee born, cuz juiced one day per three hundred and sixty five (six with leap year - imagine dragons festooned leotard with brand name Oroblu or poor ole Winnie The Pooh

eternally stuck in Rabbit's hole sum Hutch as a queue doth loosely form dreaming up and rue men ate about the old woman who lived in a shoe mien hating solution (burning the midnight oil) true lee trying to remedy plight of said bear character, hemmed in courtesy

Homo sapiens population explosion

whereat their den only

allows, enables, and provides

cubby hole view perhaps unstated message being woo king in tandem solutions to resolve wretched condition of world wide web possible by bridging differences between me and you, and you, and you...

essentially everyone

comprising the human zoo.

[444namesplus]

Abby Able Acreart Acrequb Acto Ade Adon Agedly Aina Akip Ale Alerack Alitch Alk Alskk Ame Amet Ametan Amon Anass Anced Ancedio Ang Annits Anoters Appedwp Appercp Aracs Arak Arcib Arr Artedit Arthohk Artyree Ashohn Asome Aunege Bale Bars Bascle Beaby Behsnit Beinuo Beran Berin Bering Bernajg Bes Birs Bkon Bkong Blacent Ble Boines Bou Bourn Bous Bradond Brimcco Brist Brobec Bron Bry Bulowb Buted Buzzeu Cal Calf Camets Camn Canaj Canajwp Canth Car Cartatz Chices Chonron Cht Cled Coling Coliten Cols Colude Colvx Comehon Cony Coordsr Cordo Core Cors Cort Cosex Cove Cre Crepz Cristy Crommed Culd Culdo Cut Cutess Daki Dang Dant Daval Dell Derew Dideal Diting Docard Dona Donce Donye Dred Drep Drinkd Dwas Dwikey Dwils Edbyw Embx Ent Epk Erring Exe Execado Execn Exed Exs Feal Fen Fews Ficarts Fichebh Fies Firity Flasho Fle Ford Fraboi Freed Frey Fricly Frik Fring Frited Frort Fuld Gen Genzal Gerrigh Goi Goiner Goting Gracx Grafa Gravidn Grya Hain Hal Hale Haleew Haleyon Hall Hallate Haluxe Hanney Heat Helf Hene Hes Hina Hing Hitch Hitcher Hiw Hounale Houred Hug Hureek Iic Iics Iicsyj Iing Iirded Iirown Imazy Inesnb Ing Ingo Itch Ite Itk Ittled Jad Jan Jawarcq Jere Jock Jond Jonde Jone Kant Karr Kashot Katerad Ked Kelle Khal Khald Khalf Khalk Khams Khanty Khar Khay King Laing Lass Latew Lend Lex Lexr Lia Lick Lifick Listed Lord Lowe Lvd Lvies Lvin Lvk Mad Madock Mallist Man Mand Maraj Marcol Marter Mashon Mast Mastur Mat Matthy Mcard Mcce Mccf Meming Meo Migw Mih Milis Min Mine Minger Mixe Momn Mon Mona Mones Montits Moss Most Mosww Mot Motents Motize Mots Munalf Nierts Nina Noars Noll Norts Noted Obering Octow Ome Omme Orablen Orrings Ors Oth Owsmd Pace Pao Parr Pasaing Pavidng Pead Pearrit Peasts Ped Pend Peont Perts Phd Phong Pit Plaing Plity Pord Pors Pos Posing Pre Pric Prn Prod Prot Pubow Pufj Pufou Pulat Pull Rackby Racz Rearted Reed Reedis Reembsj Reet Reguell Rem Ren Rent Ress Ressyw Rette Rew Ric Rop Rowers Rowns Rugh Rugy Rune Sal Sams San Sana Saq Scemtv Sces Scluxh Scorty Scos Seant Sed Seelues Sellire Sellist Ses Shong Shoss Sid Sig Siggres Sigh Simest Sing Siphe Sohnch Solatch Somill Somot Spost Sted Ster Studial Sty Subjer Suble Supn Sur Taki Tenco Tens Teos Ter Teric Thal Theembp Ther Thew Thim Thity Thonmet Thorme Thron Thugh Thy Ticks Tin Tind Ting Tins Tiver Tonnale Tooklq Townz Trafv Unes Ung Unkv Verece Vidents Viebuml Vinalub Vindrj Wabbkx Wah Wal Waler Wan Wand Wanny Weertyj Wel Welerts Wer Wes Wevies Whis Whoss Whothen Wike Wilbure Wing Wings Wir Wittep Wizedcd Worrint Yon Yonces Yondre Yonst Yorly Yoryan Youly Youp

[sneakydragon]

Refresh My Memory - Clueless

It’s 1995, do you know where your Jane Austen based teen comedy is? Hosts Jason Dedrick, Eric Fell and Vicky Van cast their memories back to a time when Paul Rudd looked pretty much the same.

It’s 1995, do you know where your Jane Austen based teen comedy is? Hosts Jason Dedrick, Eric Fell and Vicky Van cast their memories back to a time when Paul Rudd looked pretty much the same. Will things work out for the future Ant-Man and Batgirl? Also, an online poll was taken to see what high schoolers were under-agedly drinking in 1995 and the hosts sample the results. They also create a…

[steriotypicaloutlaw]

More RE8 characters saying shit my friends and family have:

Angie: Punch him! Punch him right in the dick!

Karl: What if they had a radio station for Satanists, you know, like the ones that they have for Christians?

Ethan: I burnt my hand on the ham…

Ethan: Can I please get one more hand here?!?

Karl: He's stupid, he lives in a tank… I would do that! I would live in a tank! Yeah, I'd put my bed in a tank..

Karl: I'm trying to read you a bedtime story, stop being a baby-dick!

Sal: He tooks a lot of ster-re-re-roids

Bela: Kickstarter Yo! I'm never saying that again… *immediately says it again*

Karl: Well slap me on my ass and call me daddy!

Sal: *whispering* There's bootys in there!

Angie: Look at me you little bitch! I'm a chicken nugget! *playing Minecraft*

Karl: Paint me yellow and call me a Swiggity Man-Slut 'cause hot damn is he sexy!

Daniela: He's rapping so… agedly!

Angie: Shit dicks! They're the dicks that shit out watermelon!

Cassandra: Cut off his dick! Haha! She's going to cut off your little Johnny!

Angie: You are a wang. Are you spinning your baby-maker, but since you are one you're really just spinning around in circles? (Original context: brother said he skinned his pinkie finger and we all heard he's spinning his baby maker so it became an inside joke)

Random lycan to Ethan: I'm going to eat your pinkie finger! Monch monch!

Ethan: Goddamn it! My fucking hand is gone again! (Original context: prop hand)

Duke: I just realized that I'm an NPC and no matter what I do or what trade I go into I'm always going to be an NPC…

Ethan: Well damn, you could have warned me that you were going to be setting off explosives…

Karl: Take that damn mask off, you look like a fucking pelican!

Ethan: I'm artistic and autistic, which is a little hard to say if you have a "R" related speech impediment…

Ethan: Those goddamn fucking birds!

Karl: Fuck off you blood-sucking pest!

Alcina: *in roasting rap-battle*..... Nate Karl pulled down his jeans, an' I said aw shit, it looks like a bean!

Karl: Well, I don't want to have this damn parasite in me, so if you could get rid of it that would be great, thanks.

Ethan: I'm going to die. The cat is going to come lay on my face and I am going to suffocate in cat nipples…

Ethan: Well, I didn't want to see a beetle's dick today, but thanks I guess….

Alcina: Alexa, play "sounds of a murder dungeon"…

[ilistmyaccountpeefan]

https://thisvid.com/playlist/84807/video/agedly-boy-wets-himself-on-playmat/

[olivieblake]

OKAY but Ride or Die by KAI (EXO) is the Ride or Die theme song

"Speed up Leave your body to the way you feel It spreads smoothly, I don't know how to stop Feel this thrill and feel free"

thanks for the suggestion! oh gosh I'm looking it up now and this song came out LONG after the fic was complete, wow, time is so wild. feels like just the other day, she says agedly. I've always personally felt baby by bishop briggs was THE ride or die song

[howtobeadad]

*groans middle-agedly* By Bottlerocket

[im-fairly-whitty]

For me it all started with finding the Teacher Au. I can’t remember exactly if I found drawings of it or the story first, but I remember it being manageable size (cover everything in one sitting type thing) so I found you cause of that and I stayed because you’re willing to geek out about any aspect of the film as well as see/reblog/respond to additions to things the fandom adds to your own stuff (not everyone does that). With both of those open to talk about it’s so much fun to follow you.

Ah, man, back when teacher!au was a one sitting thing...

*stares into sunset agedly*

And it’s so much fun to geek out with everyone!! Having so many cool people to scream with is like the coolest thing ever, thanks so much for being one of those people. :)

[paulftompkins]

BOOK EXCERPT: Murder in The Duty Free by Chesley "Sully" Sullenberger

A Charlie “Stillman” Stillmanberger Mystery

  “Lock the gates of this Duty Free Shop!” bellowed the security officer. He then turned, fidgeting nervously, to ask of the man behind him, “Right?” Retired airline pilot Charles “Stillman” Stillmanberger nodded. He was the man the Security Officer was addressing in the nervous fashion previously described. Stillman looked around at the motley assemblage before him, lurking in perfume aisles, partially obscured by giant triangular Swiss chocolates, trying to blend in with displays of expensive and impossibly chunky watches. “What a bunch of true murder suspects they are,” he thought internally. He appraised each one of them coolly, not unlike an appraiser on the popular television program “Antiques Roadshow.” Except these people were not brought to him by simple country folk hoping to profit from a departed relative’s hoarding sickness– no, these people were brought before him by the crime of murder. First he looked at Mrs. Fortescue, the elderly widow taking one last trip around the world in honor of her late husband. They were avid travelers, until Mr. Fortescue died under mysterious circumstances involving an onion.   “Mrs. Fortescue,” Stillman said gently. “My condolences on your husband’s unfortunate onioncide.”   Mrs. Fortescue gasped in that sickening wet way old ladies do. “But Captain Stillmanberger,” she burbled agedly, “how did you know my husband killed himself attempting to swallow an entire onion?”   Stillman smiled in a non-patronizing way. “In flight school we were trained to recognize every different variety of grief, for the purposes of flight safety. Some griefs, like losing a spouse to a car-crusher, can cause the sad person to rush the cockpit. But you? You’re not going to hurt anyone. You’re too busy fearing it was your fault your husband misjudged the width of his throat.” The withered husk broke into tears. “I was always complimenting him on his wide throat hole!”   Stillman spoke a little louder to be heard over the sad noise. “And so, you could not be the murderer.”   The retired pilot then cast his gaze upon the man in the tweed suit. Professor Grady Fallows was perspiring profusely, whether out of nervousness or an ill-advised sartorial selection. Or both. Stillman advanced on the damp academic. “Professor, you hated the deceased for taking too long at the water fountain.”   The mousy school man’s eyes darted about crazily. “Well, he was taking forever to fill up his blasted reusable bottle, and all I needed was a simple mouthful of water to take my nerve pill!”   Stillman smiled a smile as thin as his patience for the impatient. Characters like the professor reminded him of the stories he’d hear of people hovering by the belt barrier pre-flight, standing in the way well before their boarding zone had been called. He could sometimes see them through the cockpit’s windshield if the parked plane were angled in such a way that afforded a glimpse into the airport.   “You’re no killer,” Stillman sighed. “You’re impatient, but cowardly. You’d never have the nerve to kill a man in a public place, much less safely land 200 passengers on the surface of the lava pooled in the mouth of an active volcano.”   All assembled forgave Stillman this self-congratulatory reference. Stillman then wheeled on the final suspect, a large Canadian goose.   “J'accuse!” Stilllman barked, pointing a steady finger at the filthy creature. The guilty bird honked out some protestation of innocence in its offensively cacophonous tongue, but it was too late. The murder had been solved. Another case closed by retired airline pilot Charlie “Stillman” Stillmanberger, who was a hero pilot who now solved murders that take place exclusively in airports.

[writer59january13]

Earth Day 2021 – Thursday April 22

POETIC PREFACE:

An inner conflict dust brew

within this scribe, who offers ye to chew (like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do tee incumbent, when Doomsday clock

counts down minutes few

according Al Gore rhythm

unstoppably ticking,

when life gets turned to global goo

tenderized viz Doctor Zeus if not Horton Hears Hoo

then most definitely The Lorax

(couching urgent morals underscored

by satellite photographs showing melting ice caps or igloo,

which planetary sos, sans in extremis

requires joint effort of Gentile and Jew,

plus every other sectarian credo,

dogma, ethos, faith...knew clear family, and whatnot

to become linkedin with Linda Loo

yes, we moost not forget

Old MacDonald with his moo

moo there bovine creatures

agedly hobbling along, or new

lee born, cuz juiced one day per three hundred and sixty five

(six with leap year -

imagine dragons festooned leotard

with brand name Oroblu)

or poor ole Winnie The Pooh

eternally stuck in Rabbit's

hole sum Hutch as a queue

doth loosely form dreaming up and rue

mien hating solution to eradicate toxins humankind doth spew into the atmosphere

(burning the midnight oil) true lee trying to remedy plight

of said bear character,

perhaps unstated message being woo king in tandem solutions to resolve

wretched condition of world wide web

possible by bridging differences

between me and you, and you, and you...

Earth Day 2021 – Thursday April 22

Every day ought

necessitate reverence towards Gaia

a vibrant living and breathing planet entity

experiencing upon her land and seas.

Bajillion banshees scream bloody murder methought

upon Biblical (lionized) forebears stalking heads

birthed courtesy accursed beasts hood besought

winds howl across the oblate spheroid

methinks courtesy Homo sapiens horror wrought.

Climate change/global warming siren song

Adam event since time immemorial against sacred covenant doing Mother Nature wrong

April 22nd waning hours warn us King Kong

antithetical, egotistical, & heretical caretakers

over populated quintessential rowdy sinning

rawbit & powdermilk biscuit munching throng.

Antiestablishmentarian gambit voiced, I tootle

(albeit figuratively), and feign playing trumpet

challenging when born with submucous palate

lamely feeble attempt made tinkering with words

aware crushing humanity legacy takes Herculean

effort to implement global revolution, staging and

coaching proselytizers to shine klieg lights where

industrialization tattooed unseemly sights land

once (unimaginably) pristine acres irrevocably

repurposed into grotesque disfigured terra firma.

Fifty one years ago come

(The First Earth Day in April 22nd, 1970)

courtesy Senator Gaylord Nelson

orchestrated first metaphorical telescoping lens zooming close

far more horrible than "fake" special effects we

as collective species impacted planet harkening

back when nasty, short and brutish proto humans

mastered steely ironic mettle to fell one after tree

after another, I need not axe the question if queasy

induced state imagined envisioning yourself, née

Pandora's box (purported inventiveness) suddenly vaulted and unhinged inkling,

when beastie boys plus goo

goo dolls loosed goods no longer under lock and key

i.e. raw materials to fashion, whatever struck fancy

re: innately "gifted" descendent afforded momentary

recognition (nameless naked apes) that hit upon idea

way manifold generations before iconic light bulb lit

western civilization taming current of (ohm my dog)

flow of electrons to supply amply charging electricity

countless intervenvening millennium one after another

survival of the fittest likely accidentally melded insight

with (then) near infinite natural resources labored away.

Unbeknownst, when chance cerebral serendipity gave way

where inchoate deliberation, how ardent smarts applied today

gave dawn of consciousness quantum leap launching landlubbers

thrust into the seven seas eventually marshalling routes to unknown, nevertheless pirated quay

zee whirled wide watery web long ago hushing nay

saying doubting Thomas

(English muffin chomping chap),

especially at financing

and cost courtesy bourgeoisie

the same old bay...

sic yacht ta yacht ta yacht ta.

[ac500]

Fresh Air

I decided to come outside for a bit of fresh air. It is not as cool today as it was yesterday, but still not unbearable here in Central Florida. As I sit here, listening to some John WIlliams and Aaron Copeland, I can smell someone burning brush or whatever. It woud make for a great fall day with just a little bit of a breeze; but alas, there is none today. There was yesterday. It was very nice outside yesterday. As I sit and watch Jasmine, she is hunting lizards by the pool. She hasn’t found one yet. I like sitting with mom and listening to her stories; stories that I’ve heard many times before, but I don’t really mind. I just feel like I can fishish her stories for her. I guess this is what it’s like when you have agedly parents or people in your life. I thank the Lord for her everyday.

Jasmine is now fighting with a dog that is barking somewhere in the next block. She doesn’t take any poo from anyone or anything. Mom, Chico and Jazmine really make up my life. Sometiems with my personal issues (of which I have many), it is hard to contend with everyone else (sometimes I really miss my Prozac!). I do try though. I will continue to try everyday. I know that I am truly blessed and I Thank God for them everyday.

Well, I think I am going to wrap it up for now. I hope that everyone has a great day!

[ao3feed-castiel]

In The Blink Of An Eye

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2CFMWbY

by angeleyeddevil

Fat rain drops pounded against the window pane, creating a steady, staccato backing track to Castiel’s evening, one which was shaping up to be quiet and uneventful. The world around him was otherwise silent, apart from the faint hum of the washing machine down the hall and the occasional flurry of wind whistling through the only ancient single glazed sash window in the whole place - left over from when this building wasn’t divided neatly into apartments, but was one huge, sprawling house, a reminder of days gone by.

 It was next to that window that Castiel now sat, cramming himself into the padded window seat, blanket around his shoulders and book resting on his knees, the shutters creaking agedly under the pressure of his weight. This was his favourite place to sit whenever he wasn’t working - it had an unexplainable calm to it, one that washed over Castiel like warmth from the summer sun or a muted laugh and candid smile. He loved to sit and watch rays of morning light dance across the hardwood floors of the living room stroke kitchen, and listen to the dawn chorus as it aroused itself from its slumber and began to signal a new day.

Words: 2694, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Supernatural

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Additional Tags: New Year's Eve, Love Confessions, Castiel and Dean Winchester are Roommates, Castiel and Dean Winchester in Love, Fluff, Maybe a tiny bit of angst, but not really it's honestly very wholesome

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2CFMWbY

[thistleandthorn-rpg]

Congrats Ari on your audition for Melody Rhodes! Please check out this page here for what to do next and send us her blog within 48 hours! Welcome to the team!

OOC INFORMATION:

Name/Alias: Ari Preferred pronoun: She/her Age: 21 Timezone/Country: GMT + 3 RP Experience: I have like a ton. Activity Level: 7.

IC INFORMATION:

Name: Melody Rhodes Designation: Switch Age: 18 Faceclaim: Dove Cameron Birthday: November 16th Orientation: Lesbian Kinks: TPE, spanking, slave play, agedly, incest, anything but the anti-kinks. Anti-Kinks: vore, fire play, scat, mummification, medical play

BIO:

It was very clear early on that Melody was going to follow in her mother’s footsteps, and that idea terrified her. She didn’t want to be like her mother - she wanted to do something with her life. She’d always had several different talents - ones she didn’t have to work that hard for. She could sing like a dream, she never took a bad picture, she could dance and cook. She was good at several things, but nothing meant all that much to her - nothing spoke to her. She didn’t have a true passion, which always bothered her slightly. So she spent all her time hanging out with people, partying, drawing attention to herself in anyway she could in hopes of finding something that would really open her up. In hopes of finding something to save her from what she saw as her horrid future - a trophy wife slave in a loveless claim who ignored her kids for a good bottle of booze and a steamy picture on line.

BIO QUESTIONS:

What is your biggest fear and why?

Becoming my mother and if you know April Rhodes, then you know exactly why I don’t want to be her, at all. I’ll like to finally find my passion in life and not just be the miniature version of her.

What 3 objects/places mean the most to you and why?

Objects and places are very replaceable. I have a lot of good memories and I have a lot of people who mean a lot to me. But to boil that down to material items takes away from their individualism and that’s not a good time. If I have to work with such functional objects, I would say my camera, because I take great pictures. My microphone because my mother brought it for me and she told a drunk story of how if someone had gotten her a microphone, she might have been made something out of her life. Finally, my shoes because they’re on my feet.

Who is the one person you’d most like to meet (dead or alive)?

Parish Hilton. You have to admit that she used her drunk party days to make an empire.

What is the one moment you would describe as your happiest/most excited?

Yesterday, I took a really amazing selfie and it got a lot of likes. I’m always reaching out to expand my follower count and endorsements, so that has to be my happiest moment.