I’m not laughing.
CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG BUT IS THIS BASED OFF WATCHMEN
I FUCKING LOVE THAT BOOK
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Kurt Braunohler raised $6,000 on Kickstarter to “hire a man in a plane to write stupid things in the sky.” I backed this project.
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BEST. PHOTOSET. EVER.
when i grow up
i wanna be like him
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#Always reblog #because Mark just comes out of fucking no where #and plants that kiss on Andrew’s cheek #because FUCK YOU #HE’S MARK GATISS #AND HE DOES WHAT HE WANTS
The smile on Andrew’s face as he realizes what Mark’s about to do it’s absolutely precious.
Maybe if I get someone to film me talking about what a brilliant writer he is, Mark will pop up out of no where to give me a smooch.
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You know, when you have kids and you love them and you’re proud of them you just want to kiss them on the mouth sometimes.
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I remember my first eagle ceremony when I turned nine. The first eagle you get is always declawed, which I always thought was pretty inhumane, but it was a good way to ease into caring for the birds. My eagle (named Baldy, because I wasn’t a terribly clever child) was already quite old when I received him (he was a rescue eagle, luckily) but I did have him until I was 16. I don’t know if I was more excited about getting my drivers license that year, or my new eagle! You should have seen the party we had when I got him, too! Grilled hot dogs and fire works and lemonade…. obviously I named my beautiful new eagle Freedom. He’s too big to keep inside anymore, unfortunately, but we’ve got a pretty comfortable roost for him on our apartment’s balcony.
Ah, yes, the eagle ceremony! My Justice and I remember his quite well. (They had just come out with telepathic link transplants when I got him, which is how I know he remembers it.) Our celebration was quite modest, compared to Freedom’s—apple pie under a cloudless summer sky as we signed our Declaration of Interdependence. I still have the inked and talon-pierced document hanging on my wall.
what is this
Get out Canada
I was so scared during my pet eagle ceremony I almost threw up. But Stonewall Jackson and I have been best friends ever since. My dad and grandfather built a really massive roost behind the house for my eagle and my sisters’ eagles. Stonewall always waits for me when I get home from class since schools are getting so over protective and strict these days and won’t allow eagles indoors. Which just goes to show how much we’re bubble wrapping kids today. Back in the day, if you couldn’t handle a few stitches because you pissed off the wrong kid’s eagle, you had to just man up and learn your lesson!
Ooo, I never miss a chance to tell this story! I had a rather unusual first eagle ceremony. The traditional giant American flag that you wave around to summon your eagle had been severely damaged the week prior (a ceremony that had not gone according to plan, but the child only suffered minor talon wounds. The flag took the brunt of the attack). Anyway, I couldn’t use the normal flag so we had to search ALL OVER for one suitable for eagle summoning. Unfortunately the stripes weren’t the correct shade of patriotic red so everyone was worried an eagle wouldn’t show up at all. I had to stand in the middle of that wheat field, the wind creating amber waves out of it, shaking that flag in the air for over three hours. Everyone was just about to give up when suddenly Patriot appeared out of nowhere! He came to me so quickly it was like he was apologizing for being late. And we’ve been together ever since.
Some people think it’s excessive to have two eagles. But what can I say, I’m a two eagles kind of guy. Well, I can say, “You must be a terrorist to call me out over my excesses,” but I digress. We don’t have many open fields around here, so I got Liberty by waving my flag atop a decommissioned WWII aircraft carrier. I was kicking a couple of boxes of tea into the harbor for good measure, and there she was. I loved her so much I repeated the process a year later and got young Colbert here. It’s hard work, raising two eagles, but I have two shoulders, after all. Besides, I know that the secret to happy and healthy eagles is plenty of Bud Light.
Oh man, the eagle ceremony. I was a weird fucking kid, okay, so I was totally sure that the eagle ceremony wasn’t just going to net me my eagle and deepen the mystical bond between a citizen and their country, I thought I was going to get to turn into an eagle too. So me and my mom and my dad and my little brother are all standing in the old civil war battleground, surrounded by the ghosts of our fallen soldiers, and all and the problem here — it’s not usually a problem because I make sure to shave my beard off twice a day, three times on sundays — was that I am, actually, born on the fourth of July. So it wasn’t just one eagle that showed up, it was pretty much every big old patriotic warbird in Missouri, all flapping around confused and pissed off, their innate senses of direction completely fucked up by the way firecracker babies warp America’s natural system of ley lines. And I was six, so grabbed the flag and ran with it over my shoulders, rippling in the wind, thinking it was going to turn into wings for me and I would go be an eagle with all the other eagles. Instead I just got mobbed by a freaked-out mess of nationalistic avians who all weighed more than I did. I lost half my nose and my whole left arm and spent most of fourth grade in reconstructive surgery getting machine guns welded on to the shattered remains of my ulna. Completely missed my little brother’s eagle ceremony, which I will always regret, but it was all worth it to have met Columbia. I never did turn into an eagle on the outside, but I like to think those long hours in the hospital, feeding her rubbing alcohol and my own blood, have made me an eagle in my heart.
I remember my first eagle ceremony like it was yesterday, There was a huge storm that day and my parents tried to make me wait a few days until the storm subsided. But I was not waiting to get my eagle. So I stood out in the field closest to my house. Thunder rumbling, lightening cracking, and hurricane force winds, but I stood my ground. I was getting me eagle that day if it killed me. I raised the giant american flag as high in the air I could and began waving. The flag was hard to hold with all of the wind, and water the flag was soaking up. It was getting harder to hold by the minute and the storm was getting worse and worse. I was beginning to loose hope that my eagle would ever come. Then as the lightening flashed and the thunder boomed its loudest and its brightest, I saw Bravery flying towards me. So strong, young, and majestic. We both braved the storm to find each other and to this day we are best friends.
Are we sharing eagle ceremonies now?! YES! I’ve been waiting for this for so long!
Alright, so my first eagle ceremony and I’m nine years old, right? And my parents wake me up in the morning with a big cake decorated like a flag and I just stand on the balcony above our staircase and say over and over again, “I’m nine now! I’m getting an eagle!” And we put me in my best blue dress, my ruby-red slippers, and my white hair ribbons, and we’re just about to go outside when - low and behold - we’re snowed in. And you’d think that’s the end of it, that we’d just give up, right? Wait a few days? Hell no. I wanted my eagle, and so we went up to the second story, and my father and I climbed out my bedroom window onto the roof over the garage. And I’m standing there and he’s right behind me and he hands me the flag, and I start to wave it, and it’s so, so heavy. Everything around me is white and pure and untouched and I’m on a roof hauling around a gigantic, eagle-summoning flag. I felt ridiculous for the first time since hearing about the ceremony. And it was so cold out, we were sure that nothing would come. I was freezing cold, and it started snowing again. But right as my parents were about to take me inside and make me wait for tomorrow, Louie Purchase appeared and flew right to me! Sure, she’s kind of rash sometimes, and there’s always new parts of her to explore, but for the most part my friends Louis and Clark and I have gotten her all settled in here. She’s my best friend and I’ve had her since - and my friends Louis and Clark got her eggs when they hatched! Their names are Liberty and Bell, and they’re precious.
I’m so glad we’re sharing eagle ceremony stories, they always warm my heart and bring a red-white-and-blue tear to my eye. I remember my eagle ceremony very clearly. It was a cool, dark night in Charlesworth, and my uncle, Sam, told me that I should stay up and keep my eyes on the steeple of the Old North Church. Why, that old steeple was built so high, all of Middlesex County could see the signal lanterns! The lanterns told you how your eagle would arrive; one if by land, and two if by sea. Seems odd for them not to fly in on their own, I know, but at the time we were worried about our eagles being caught in flight by the enemy in the night (sneaky bastards). Anyway, time just kept ticking by and my eagle hadn’t arrived. I thought I’d done something wrong! Was my eagle-summoning flag not big enough? Were the striped the wrong shade of Patriotism red? Were the nearby purple mountains not majestic enough for the eagles? Did the apple pie cooling on my windowsill not sufficiently taste of liberty? Just as I was about to give up hope, a lantern was lit in the church! Two lanterns! I rushed out of the house and down to the Charles River. There, our local silversmith, Paul, was being rowed in on a little boat, and what should be gently nestled under his cloak but a beautiful bald eagle! Just a wee thing at the time, but I instantly fell in patriotic love. He looked up at me with his big, golden eyes and let out a little chirp. It sounded like freedom. Lexington is fully-grown now, and we’ve been the best of friends ever since.
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SHERLOCK FANS. WATCH NOW. WATCH. YOU HAVE NO CHOICE. WATCH. SHIVERS ARE AN UNDERSTATEMENT. YOU WILL JUST BECOME A GIANT GOOSEBUMP. YOU WILL CRY AND LAUGH AND SCREAM. YOU WILL BE ASKING YOURSELVES WHY HASN’T BBC PICKED THIS UP AS A PROMO FOR SERIES 3. YOU WILL BE ASKING YOURSELVES WHY YOU WERE SO STUPID TO WATCH THE SHOW IN THE FIRST PLACE, BECAUSE IF YOU HADN’T, YOU WOULDN’T GRASP THE PHENOM THAT IS THIS VIDEO AND BE ASKING YOURSELF WHY ARE ALL THE EMOTIONS WHYYYY.
TWEET THIS TO MOFFAT!
DO NOT JUST SCROLL PAST THIS!!!!!! WATCH IT!! IT IS AWESOME!!!!!
WOW
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CANT.HANDLE.HOW.GOOD.THIS.IS.
I WILL REBLOG THIS FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE IFLDAS;HGRUEHAGEIRHAFKSDJ
SHIVERS. OMG. I LITERALLY JUMPED OUT OF MY SEAT AT THE END. ALL THE EVERYTHING. PERFECT.
WATCH THIS. IF IT IS THE LAST THING YOU DO.
that was… I honestly can’t.
FUCKING FUCK
This is the best thing that I’ve ever seen. I will most likely watch and reblog this every time it appears on my dash…*jaw drops*
This is the best thing I have EVER seen in my life
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I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW TO MAKE A NORMAL GIF
HOW THE FLYING FUCK IN A TIN CAN DO YOU MAKE THESE
WOW!
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