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Leighton Naylor’s fish, Einstein, developed a disease that made it hard for him to swim. So Naylor made him a lifejacket of sorts using repurposed tank tubing, redesigned his tank to make it disability friendly, and nowadays Einstein does just fine.
“People have said I’m crazy but every animal is a valued family member,” Naylor says. “I’ve tried to train all of my fish but Einstein’s my star pupil. He can swim through my fingers and he was getting into fish football when he fell sick.”
I’m literally crying over this fish
BABYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Huh, isn’t that something?
enzetto asked: ... Just... HOW DID YOU KNOW?! /wails
Um… magic? Destroying people’s lives is basically my life’s work? [It’s why I made the fic war post in the first place.] Also, I’m really good at stalking people’s blogs to figure out prompts?
dear fucking tumblr
this is a fucking bumblebee
this is a fucking bee
this is a fucking hornet
this is a fucking wasp
as you can fucking see the longer their legs are and the less fuzzy they are is equivalent to how fucking evil they fucking are
THIS IS A FUCKING JAPANESE GIANT HORNET
BECAUSE CLEARLY THIS POST WASN’T TERRIFYING ENOUGH
What: Tumblr Fic War
Who: Anyone who reblogs this post.
When: Until everyone is actualfax dead, because this is WAR suckers!
Why: FEELINGS
What: Everyone who reblogs this post is opening their ask box up to the most brutal, feelings-inducing prompts anyone who is playing can imagine. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to take those prompts and DESTROY EVERYONE with them. Not just angsty stuff either, fluff can be just as bad, as many of you know!
OOPS, HERE ARE SOME FANDOMS I WILL [TRY TO] WRITE IN:
elementary, criminal minds, leverage, vikings, lotr/hobbit, teen wolf, star trek [NO SPOILERS], avengers/et all, grimm, phineas and ferb, band of brothers, the pacific, wizards of waverly place, harry potter, justified, jobros, firefly, angel, supernatural, anything else you know i’m familiar with [no guarantees as to quality]
Sometime after Guadalcanal, they’d come to a silent understanding. Andy was the Captain and Eddie was his right-hand man in all things. Eddie’s field commission was both a blessing and a curse, if Andy was honest with himself. It helped them cross the enlisted/officer divide, but it also put them firmly in the positions of “superior” and “subordinate,” which he wasn’t strictly comfortable with. Yes, they had been rather firmly in those categories for the entire time, but there was something about giving his orders directly to Eddie that made the situation more uncomfortable.
“Captain?” came Burgin’s voice, startling him out of his reverie. “Lieutenant Jones would like to see you out on the line, if you have the time?”
“Please tell me he didn’t get his foot blown off, and that’s why he can’t come to me. I need him with two feet.”“
“No sir, he just said he has something you have to see in person.”
Sighing, Andy rose and grabbed his helmet.
—-
“You mean to tell me that you had poor Burgin drag me all the way out here just to show me a bird?”
“Shut up and watch, Andy.” Eddie grinned slyly. When it was the two of them alone, there was no formality and no rank. They were just men, together as equals. Some of the tension left Andy’s shoulders. He could deal with Eddie as an equal, it was the rest that tested his limits.
“It’s a only bird, Eddie. I don’t know why I’m watching it.”
“I don’t know what kind of bird it is, but I saw one… that day on Peleliu.” They both knew what day he was talking about, because there was only one day on Peleliu anymore.
Andy’s voice cracked, “When- when did you see it?”
“I saw it just after they’d made you come down off that godforsaken hill, and you flopped down next to me on the ground while you cursed up a storm about the bullet crease in your helmet.” The back of his hand brushed the back of Andy’s casually, like it had on that day as they sat bleeding in the rocky dirt.
“I wonder what kind of bird it is?” Andy asked absently, consciously not moving his hand where they brushed. “Maybe we can get Sledge to sketch it, and figure out what it is… after.”
It was taboo to talk about any kind of ‘after,’ but somehow it felt like this moment was exempt from the swift and righteous retribution of war, just this one moment.
“We could.” Eddie smiled.
“Eddie, could you -” He cleared his throat. “Would you like to visit Massachusetts someday?” It was as clear of an invitation as he could bring himself to make while they stood not fifty feet from their men.
“CAPTAIN, CAPTAIN!” Came a shout. He tensed. Shouting was rarely good.
Burgin came running up, and stopped before them breathlessly. “Captain Haldane, sir.” he gasped. “The Japs surrendered! The war is over!”
Andy started at Burgin blankly for a moment, before he blinked and shook himself. “What happened? How did…?” He trailed off.
“They dropped some kind of bomb on Japan, I don’t know the details, sir.”
For a long moment they stood in silence before Andy shooed Burgin off. “Go, tell the men. But tell them to keep the celebrations quiet. There’s no guarantee that the enemy knows the war is over, or that they won’t keep fighting anyway. We’ve all seen how eager they are to die for their cause.”
Burgin hastily saluted and ran off.
With a sigh, Andy collapsed into the dirt and stared at his hands for a long moment, before he titled his face up to look at Eddie towering above him. “For Christ’s sake, Eddie. Sit down and enjoy the fact that we’re going home! If I had any whiskey, we’d be drinking it right now, but sitting down for a few minutes will have to do.”
Eddie laughed quietly and sat next to him. They sat in relative peace for a few minutes, watching the mysterious tropical bird flit about the trees. Their hands and knees and feet brushed and bumped, as Andy tried to reorder his racing thoughts.
“Andy?”
He turned to meet Eddie’s shy smile. “Yeah?”
“What’s Massachusetts like? A man’s gotta know something about the place he’s gonna be living.”
They’d never thought that they would have to abandon Earth - Terra, their home - but it was as if avoiding one catastrophe in this universe had plotted the course to this new disaster. Romulus survived, but Earth’s sun was dead and blackened, and Earth was cooling with the inevitableness of time.
It was luck that they’d long since become a space-faring race, because a planet-wide evacuation would have been impossible otherwise. With the Vulcans being stretched so thin, and the other Federation members dealing with their own problems, they were effectively on their own.
Jim Kirk would say that he didn’t believe in no-win scenarios, but how can you win in the quest for a new homeworld?
What: Tumblr Fic War
Who: Anyone who reblogs this post.
When: Until everyone is actualfax dead, because this is WAR suckers!
Why: FEELINGS
What: Everyone who reblogs this post is opening their ask box up to the most brutal, feelings-inducing prompts anyone who is playing can imagine. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to take those prompts and DESTROY EVERYONE with them. Not just angsty stuff either, fluff can be just as bad, as many of you know!
OOPS, HERE ARE SOME FANDOMS I WILL [TRY TO] WRITE IN:
elementary, criminal minds, leverage, vikings, lotr/hobbit, teen wolf, star trek [NO SPOILERS], avengers/et all, grimm, phineas and ferb, band of brothers, the pacific, wizards of waverly place, harry potter, justified, jobros, firefly, angel, supernatural, anything else you know i’m familiar with [no guarantees as to quality]
What: Tumblr Fic War
Who: Anyone who reblogs this post.
When: Until everyone is actualfax dead, because this is WAR suckers!
Why: FEELINGS
What: Everyone who reblogs this post is opening their ask box up to the most brutal, feelings-inducing prompts anyone who is playing can imagine. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to take those prompts and DESTROY EVERYONE with them. Not just angsty stuff either, fluff can be just as bad, as many of you know!
p.s. this is the captcha i got when i uploaded this pic, so clearly the internet agrees.
after a while i became convinced that the words were mocking me
Nothing happened.
I WAS PROMISED A BATTLE
*throws down gauntlet*
Edit: Went back. This is the best thing to happen to my dashboard ever.
Reblogging again because my followers need to see this. To be clear, rebog, go to your actual blog, then click the picture.
Never have to say goodbye!
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George Weasley and The Year We Won The House Cup
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Every so often I just… put this here because I need it on my blog again.
“You wanna be Peter Pan.
You wanna be that fairy-dusted disaster
that conquers Hook and slays pirates
because that’s what strong boys do.
But they gave you a dress,
and a name to match,
and a lot of pink stuff you’d never play with.”
(Source: timeh3art)
![I’ve been bemused that so many people seem to lump the process of french toast [dipping bread in egg and frying/baking] with the one specific dish that we usually think of as “french toast.” It’s a very versatile process, and my grandmother often used it in interesting and unusual ways. thirddeadlysin was asking about ways to use up some excess light rye bread, and I remembered this dish that my grandmother used to make us, and I thought I’d share. :D
[I actually just made this for one serving, so the proportions are fresh in my head. Let’s go with that! Very easy to double/triple/etc.]
SAVORY FRENCH TOAST
2 slices of bread, by preference
3 large eggs
1 tsp milk
2-3 cloves fresh garlic, minced/pressed
1 Tbsp butter
1/4 cup shredded cheese, by preference
1/3 cup sour cream
Onion powder, to taste
Pepper, to taste
Parsley flakes, to taste
Other seasonings if you prefer.
NOTE: Your bread choice is up to you, so long as it’s either a “neutral” or “savory” type bread. I used whole wheat, but plain white, rye, or even sourdough can work! My cheese of choice was a colby, monterrey jack, cheddar blend, but go ahead and play around with cheese/bread combos to really bring the flavor. :D As for “other seasonings,” I used a Chicken and Poultry grinder that I picked up at Aldi’s. I was mixing away and added a bit on a whim, which turned out wonderfully. [It has black peppercorns, mustard seeds, red and green bell pepper pieces, onion, sea salt, garlic, so pretty much right up this alley.]
DIRECTIONS: Melt butter in skillet and add garlic, brown lightly. Scrape all of the garlic to one edge and then tilt the pan so the butter runs away from the garlic. Remove garlic and leave the butter in the pan. In a bowl, whisk together eggs, milk, onion powder, pepper, browned garlic, parsley, and other seasonings you desire.
Dip bread in egg mixture, coating fully, but without saturating bread completely. Fry in garlic-y butter that’s left in the pan until golden brown. Flip and brown the other side. Once cooked fully, throw on a plate and sprinkle with cheese [I put cheese between slices too.], then top with sour cream and some parsley.
[Not my most professional recipe, but omg so good. *Q*]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/f15318b3ad2c67c5fa8fac5f3a8febc2/tumblr_mg4qgpSHPP1qzhx3ko1_500.png)
I’ve been bemused that so many people seem to lump the process of french toast [dipping bread in egg and frying/baking] with the one specific dish that we usually think of as “french toast.” It’s a very versatile process, and my grandmother often used it in interesting and unusual ways. thirddeadlysin was asking about ways to use up some excess light rye bread, and I remembered this dish that my grandmother used to make us, and I thought I’d share. :D
[I actually just made this for one serving, so the proportions are fresh in my head. Let’s go with that! Very easy to double/triple/etc.]
SAVORY FRENCH TOAST
2 slices of bread, by preference
3 large eggs
1 tsp milk
2-3 cloves fresh garlic, minced/pressed
1 Tbsp butter
1/4 cup shredded cheese, by preference
1/3 cup sour cream
Onion powder, to taste
Pepper, to taste
Parsley flakes, to taste
Other seasonings if you prefer.
NOTE: Your bread choice is up to you, so long as it’s either a “neutral” or “savory” type bread. I used whole wheat, but plain white, rye, or even sourdough can work! My cheese of choice was a colby, monterrey jack, cheddar blend, but go ahead and play around with cheese/bread combos to really bring the flavor. :D As for “other seasonings,” I used a Chicken and Poultry grinder that I picked up at Aldi’s. I was mixing away and added a bit on a whim, which turned out wonderfully. [It has black peppercorns, mustard seeds, red and green bell pepper pieces, onion, sea salt, garlic, so pretty much right up this alley.]
DIRECTIONS: Melt butter in skillet and add garlic, brown lightly. Scrape all of the garlic to one edge and then tilt the pan so the butter runs away from the garlic. Remove garlic and leave the butter in the pan. In a bowl, whisk together eggs, milk, onion powder, pepper, browned garlic, parsley, and other seasonings you desire.
Dip bread in egg mixture, coating fully, but without saturating bread completely. Fry in garlic-y butter that’s left in the pan until golden brown. Flip and brown the other side. Once cooked fully, throw on a plate and sprinkle with cheese [I put cheese between slices too.], then top with sour cream and some parsley.
[Not my most professional recipe, but omg so good. *Q*]
