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Racing Turtles

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"Why run, my little Phoenician?"
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bixels

Watched Ernst Lubistch's I Don't Want to Be a Man yesterday for a class. 1910s transmasc yaoi goes fucking crazy.

Tomboyish girl hates acting feminine and family brings in a male doctor to "break her down" and teach her manners. Out of spite, she buys a suit and crossdresses as a dapper boy to sneak into a party. Immediately gets flirted with and chased by a literal crowd of girls. Runs into the doctor and decides to try and seduce his girlfriend for revenge. While she and the doctor are fighting (doctor thinks she's a boy), they realize his girlfriend's already gone and they get drunk. They start kissing and making out and fall in love (doctor still thinks she's a boy). They accidentally run into each other the morning after and flirtatiously promise not to talk about yesterday's "adventure." Later, the girl reveals she was the boy and teasingly tells the doctor that she'll "break him down." Instead of getting angry, the doctor smiles, knowing he got his ass handed to him, and they kiss again.

Do you guys think anyone fujoshi'd out in 1918.

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theonion

Phasing into our reality with instructions for the new cooking technique, J. Kenji López-Alt returned from the Beef Dimension with a previously unknown sear method that was beyond human comprehension, sources confirmed Tuesday. “I have glimpsed the cosmic dance of the meat and the stovetop and borne witness to beef’s true nature,” said the chef and bestselling author of The Food Lab, who reportedly caused those around him to grow concerned as he jabbered incoherently about mountains of non-Euclidean tri-tips that needed to be cooked on high for both an instant and a thousand eternities. Full Story

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I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.

My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813

*electric guitar riff*

And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like

Some people have been wondering about the raccoon. Listen. Listennn. Don't ask about the raccoon.

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mavaris

But does the racoon survive the Uruk-Hai? Does he curl up on Aragorn's head, or does he go straight to Faramir? Does he bite Denethor?

My friend. My colleague. My brother my captain my king. I too have been pondering this question, and in my mind there can be only one ultimate outcome.

A few months later

All hail the High Warden of Gondor.

Epilogue: It ADORES Faramir.

Every time I see this post I’m obligated to reblog and make it your problem too!

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