the polite yeti


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Let's start at the very beginning /Do you have questions into the nature of the universe? Pose them here./ I can't.

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Happy Earth Day, listeners. Today is the only day that actually takes place on Earth. Everything else is a simulation, as always.

Don’t forget to recycle!

Posted 7 minutes ago With 192 notes



guess where my girlfriend and I going in 2 weeks?!

I am so jealous.


ummm excuse me robbing banks is my kink and if you arrest me it’s kink shaming so i think you’ll find i’m free to go officer

Posted 47 minutes ago With 5,021 notes


How about that episode

Old Kingdom or Keys to the Kingdom preferred. Any part of the Old Kingdom series is cool, any pairing.

Posted 1 hour ago With 1 note

Tagged: #dingbatland

I’m always smiling when I’m around you.

orphans-and-animals answered your post: “I have the day off work tomorrow to look after Kit (minor medical…”:
I thiiiiink that I want. Rosamund. Rosamund doing a thing.

There were a lot of things about living amonst the monsters that were great improvements to living amongst everymen. It wasn’t that Rossamünd was ungrateful for the generosity of the Duke of Sparrows, either. Indeed, he was profoundly so and profoundly aware of the kindness that had been shown him in the original invitation. The safety and comeraderie of the bogles who kept company in the Sparrow Downs reminded him of the best parts of the Lamplighters.

Rossamünd worked, as well, to feel he had earnt his keep. His skalding skills led to cooking. He was happy to be sent to far-off towns to purchase things that could not be stolen, his perfect disguise already in place.

Some part of him was still everyman, though, and wishing not to be teased for his everyman habits, he kept a secret purchase from one of those trips to unthrewdish lands and human habitation. The bar of soap sat, burrowed amongst the forest debris and hidden from his friends, until a storm ripped through and turned it to suds and glassy bubbles. All of which led, though he would scarce have credited it when he was a boy, with Rossamünd learning how to make soap from his skalding kit.

Posted 11 hours ago With 3 notes

The two men had been dancing around each other—only half figuratively—for the better part of ten minutes, give or take. Susan wasn’t particularly keeping track, and time was so hard to track some of the time, anyway.

It had begun with a creaking noise, followed by a small explosion, and then a rather larger explosion that contained a tall man in a fez and a bowtie, all perilously close to the good china. The man had come with a box, deep blue, which seemed to have been thefted from a police force somewhere*, out of which tumbled a tallish woman with the sort of irritated smile that marked her as a potential ally.

"Yes, yes, fine, you’re a doctor, that’s delightful, but Doctor Who?” Lobsang was significantly more frustrated about the sudden appearance of a box barely large enough to hold two people (and the requisite pair) than she would have credited.

The man in the fez threw up his arms, exasperated. “No, just The Doctor. And anyway. You haven’t said who you are yet, though I do appreciate the whole not actively threatening things and I am rather sorry for dropping in on you like this. Very inconvenient of me. Very rude. I do mean it. But, see, this is definitely not the place I was trying to get to and I’d greatly appreciate it if you’d just let us get back into the box. And just. You know. Go.” He flicked his hands, a shooing motion that was simultaneously eloquent and unhelpful. “Though, forgive the curiosity, but where are we? And who, precisely, are you?”

Something in Lobsang’s expression shifted. Madmen who turned up out of thin air without permission were really very rude, and best to be startled. “Well. I suppose you could say that I’m Time.”

The volley of “What?” and “What, what?” and “What do you mean Time?” and “What do you mean the Doctor?” and pointless arguing about archetypes and narratives went on for some minutes before Susan noticed that the irritated woman was outright laughing, now. Not loudly, just behind her hand. Their eyes met, and both women grinned. 

And that was how Susan Sto Helit learned about interdimensional (accidental) travel over tea in her kitchen.

*Though clearly not Ankh-Morpork, as it was both reasonably clean and in repair.

Posted 12 hours ago With 15 notes

I have the day off work tomorrow to look after Kit (minor medical thing, no huge deal, though if you please fill her ask with love that would go down well), so I have a little spare time. I’m open to prompts. Regular rules apply*. 

*Acceptable fandoms include Cashore, Cornish, Pullman, Pratchett, and Nix. Others will be considered individually. A character or pairing and short prompt is my preferred option, though a fandom in general and prompt will do. No OCs. Your OCs are terrible. No. You’re fucking lucky if I produce more than 200 words. Send an ask or reply here?

Posted 15 hours ago With 4 notes


There is nothing I don’t love about the Series of Unfortunate Events universe.


I feel like there’s a big divide in life experience and understanding of the world between people who have had to pretend to be middle class, not been middle class and had to pretend to be upper middle class mind you that is a different experience, and people who haven’t. And it’s not like I ever didn’t have clothes to wear growing up, or like I went to school hungry, that isn’t the kind of poor I’m talking about and I can’t speak to that experience because I’m sure there’s a lot about it I don’t understand, but if you’ve never been dismayed to discover that your plain white sneakers don’t have the same number of lace holes as the name brand plain white sneakers and frightened in the pit of your little kid soul that everyone will know yours came from Walmart then you aren’t going to look at life and self presentation the same way. Anyway, I’m just saying that it takes all my energy and resources to look average, so going beyond that kind of blows my mind.

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Behind the scenes at “Adventure Time.”

I read this and loved it and now I just want to lie on the floor.



Behind the scenes at “Adventure Time.”

I read this and loved it and now I just want to lie on the floor.

“Wherever perfectionism is driving, shame is riding shotgun. Perfectionism is not about healthy striving, which you see all the time in successful leaders, it’s not about trying to set goals and being the best we can be, perfectionism is basically a cognitive behavioral process that says if I look perfect, work perfect, and do everything perfectly, I can avoid shame, ridicule, and criticism. It’s a defense mechanism.”

"Why Doing Awesome Work Means Making Yourself Vulnerable"

So, I’ve been waiting for someone to explain this extremely simple concept to me my entire life.

(via kelsium)

Hooooly shit I needed to read this article.

(via rouxfully)

Posted 2 days ago With 324 notes

Tagged: #oh wow



millions of real existing people fall in love with straight men. what the fuck

im still thinking about this. they dont just befriend and hang out with straight men, they get emotional about them. they think ‘this person is the best thing that ever happened to me’. i think there was a time when this phenomenon made sense to me but now it does not.

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