Hell. Fucking. Yes. To celebrate the launch of my Detective Pony blog, I’m giving away some hand-sewn Dirk Strider goodies. You know you want these fuckers in your house. And I want people to reblog this post so my Detective Pony project gains visibility. Win/win.
1. I’m giving away the two hand-sewn fleece plushes in the above picture. (The book itself isn’t a prize; it’s there for scale and ambient awesomeness.)
2. Likes and reblogs count as one entry each. (Reblog as text if you can, so the post doesn’t get cut off.)
3. If you win, you’ll need to give me your address; I’ll pay for shipping.
4. There will be two winners chosen randomly. The first will get to choose between the two plushes, and the second winner will get whichever is left over. You’ll need to have your ask box open, and to respond within 48 hours.
5. Giveaway ends in three weeks, on September 7th.
6. You don’t need to be following me, or even care who the hell I am. But since I am doing this to promote my Detective Pony project, I’d appreciate it if you gave my blog a quick look. If you click here, you can read all the pages I’ve posted so far in chronological order. Maybe you’ll like it.
Now, a little bit of info about what exactly this blog/project is about in case you don’t know. Remember the vandalized book that Dirk gave Jane for her birthday? Have you ever wanted to read the whole thing? No? Too bad!
I wrote Strider edits for the entire 90+ page book, edited them onto scans of the actual pages, and now I’m posting the whole thing on Tumblr, uploading one or two pages every day.
That’s really all there is to it. If you think you’d be interested in following me to watch this beautiful train wreck unfold, awesome. And if you just want to like this post for a chance at the plushes and have no desire to read my equine nonsense, that’s cool too. And remember: “[Y]ou don’t have to ride a pony to love them. And you certainly don’t need a pony to be a Pony Pal.” -accomplished author and pansophical haruspex Jeanne Betancourt
This couple was in my store yesterday with their kid, he was like three, four years old tops, and they came up to watch the lizards eat right after I’d put crickets in the habitats. This little boy is standing on his tip-toes watching the leopard geckos and makes that happy-baby-yelling sound when one catches a cricket, then he just looks at me and goes “HEY. H-HEY. HEY, MA’AM.” “What’s up, buddy?” “ARE THOSE DINOSAURS?!”
His parents laugh and I’m just like “well, lizards, but they’re an awful lot like dinosaurs!” And he looks at his parents, at the geckos, and back at me, and just whispers, “can we take a dinosaur?”
His dad was like “sorry, no dinosaurs today, buddy.”
Please note: “everyone who works retail, admin, or labor” is pretty much everyone. I can’t remember the last time I worked somewhere without “security” cameras that monitored employees.
I’m having a good laugh right now because our associates just got collectively reprimanded for leaning on the counters during 8 hour shifts on their feet, because it isn’t “professional” looking. So apparently they can put up with a camera over their shoulder to make sure they do their jobs correctly, but a cop with a gun cant?
if you’re ever really sad you should probably go look at cake wrecks. your life won’t improve or anything but you’ll probably be too busy trying to decide why the word “ultrasound” is suddenly so funny to you to remember why you were sad, at least for a little while
when girls press their whole body against you when they hug, it means they like you a lot. also, they’re measuring your body to determine how long it will take them to eat your flesh, a technique shared by boa constrictors
i havent seen ANYONE discuss what fox news said about muslims. and the growing tension towards muslims after news stations saying they’re scared of ISIS sleeper cells in the US (because muslims are always, always targeted and bombarded with surveillance and locked up and killed under false pretenses of terrorism when this happens) and it fucking scares me so fucking much.
don’t ignore me.
In~ which case madtoast decides to think it’s cool to draw whatever the hell she wants.
And gets away with it.
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crawls under bed and dies of otp
im always like wow i dont really ship that hard and then i see really good rosemary art and im like
had this pretty wacky idea for a comic….its called stuck at home and these kids like to talk to each other on the internet and play games together. one day on a beautiful sunny afternoon they visit another planet because their bored idk and then they meet the zany cast of aliens who all teach respect and kindness. just an idea
wow cool idea…just thought of some interesting kid designs
nice……lets get this a kickstarter to make a game..
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The video begins humorously as Anthony Carbajal, a photographer, dresses up in a neon bikini top and soaps up a car before being doused with ice water.
who needs boys when u have kale
everyone please please please know that relapsing does not make you a bad person, whether it’s self harm, alcohol, or drugs
relapsing does not mean that you’re a bad person and it does not mean that you’re weak. it means that, momentarily, your emotions, pain, stress, outweighed your methods of coping, and you fell back on something that felt helpful in the past.
everyone slips up. it’s ok. it’s not your fault. relapsing does not diminish your worth.
'what is happiness to you?'
this gif of a toucan going down the stairs