Gebeorshippen

ge-beór-scipe: - Old English [ge-, beór beer, -scipe -ship] BEER-SHIP, convivial society, a drinking party.
An Old English term for friendship/brotherhood; a literal translation is “beer-friend".

All aboard the good ship beer-ship!

Warnings (enticements?): this ride may include multiple fandoms, shameless squeeing, social activism, intersectional feminism, and naked people. ^_^
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wintermoth:

gallifreyanconsultingdetective:

One of my favourite shows:

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One of my least favourite shows:

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Do you see my problem

this is accurate and it hurts

Saaaaame :(

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poorlifechoicesblog:

poorlifechoicesblog:

humiliationsfree:

scribblymouse

this makes me think of a convo with a friend the other night about seeking validation that harm occurred from the one(s) who harmed you (in this case i was talking about my relationship with my parents, mostly my mother.)

"seeking validation that harm occurred from the one(s) who harmed you."

I still think about this all the time

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scifigrl47:

“You know what I like best about running with Captain America?” Carol Danvers asked.

“No, what do you like best about running with Captain America?” Sam Wilson replied, grinning

“This isn’t going to end well for me, is it?” Steve Rogers said. They both ignored him, which took real effort, because they were running alongside him, Sam on his right and Carol on his left. They had a talent, however, for talking around him. One of these days, he was going to smack their heads together.

It was a pleasant thought. He had it often enough during these early morning runs.

“Having to wait at the corner of every street for the walk signal!” Carol said, glaring at Steve out of the corner of her eyes.

“We’re not running into traffic. It’s dangerous,” Steve pointed out.

“It’s pre-dawn,” Sam said. “What the hell traffic are you seeing here that we’re not, Cap?”

“It’s the law.”

“Jaywalking is the Massachusetts state sport,” Carol said.

“And we’re in New York.”

“Pissing off cabbies is the New York state sport,” Sam pointed out. “It’s got a great motto.”

“Yeah?” Carol asked, grinning. “What would that be?”

“I’m WALKING here!” Sam yelled at the sky.

“I regret introducing you two,” Steve said.

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melkior:

send hELP

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vthebookworm:

ragglefraggles:

when they say youre too old for disney

The hop, I can’t. I cackled.

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joffersbaratheon:

the fathers of teen wolf.

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saygoodbyetothese:

markruffalo:

Poor Banner

Mark Ruffalo is reblogging gifs of himself and commenting on his characters. My life is complete.

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shoujo-addict:

Free!つめ3

HA! Love it :3

Want to buy a gun? Cool. Promise you’re not crazy. Promise? Cool. Want birth control? Whoa, lady. Let me ask five old dudes real slow first.
Sam Grittner. (via mysharona1987)

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