party meet funny aus

suicidevsquad:

  • “i was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me” au
  • “spilled my drink down your shirt and then tried to drink it off you” au 
  • “we had an impromptu rap duet in the middle of the party” au
  • “you kept asking everyone to play the cha cha slide then proceeded to pass out when the song started” au 
  • “you keep shouting “THIS IS MY JAM” at every song that comes on i have a headache the size of nebraska you’re lucky you’re cute” au
  • “whenever you saw me you’d shout ‘WHOOOOOOOOO’ really loudly and then do finger guns at me before walking off to god knows where” au
  • “you thought I was your friend and pulled me up on the table to dance with you now you’re shirtless and grinding on me” au 
  • “you got up to the mic and started singing and holy shit you’re really good???” au
  • “you started singing the national anthem when it got really quiet” au 
  • “you’re really bad at beer pong but you do this really cute dance before you throw the ball so I’m letting you stay on my team” au 
  • “our mutual friend dared the two of us to chug a whole pint of beer and I’m not going to let you beat me” au
  • “we both grabbed for the last bottle of the good beer and i’m not saying we’re going to fight for it but we are” au
  • “you threw up on my shoes…. twice” au

Arctic Foxes ‘Grow’ Their Own Gardens

iguanamouth:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

nemertea:

typhlonectes:

The underground homes, often a
century old, are topped with gardens exploding with lush dune
grass, diamondleaf willows, and yellow wildflowers—a flash of color in
an otherwise gray landscape. 

“They’re bright green and everything around them is just brown,” says Brian Person, a wildlife biologist for the North Slope Borough in Barrow, Alaska. “It pops”…

I can die happy now that I know this fact.

I am now picturing soft little foxes with watering cans and spades planting and tending to their Fox Gardens

gettin ready for the winter

Arctic Foxes ‘Grow’ Their Own Gardens

I have a thought about ‘kill your darlings.’ There seems to be a general notion out there in the ether that the phrase means, ‘Hunt down every sentence or image you really love and cut it down like a pernicious weed.’  That, my dears, is bullshit.

“In my opinion, what it really means is, ‘If you’re rewriting a whole scene just so that a paragraph or conversation you’re in love with will work, and it still kind of doesn’t, maybe it doesn’t really belong in this story and you should print it out and put it in a lovely, decorative folder labelled DARLINGS to read on those days when you hate every sentence you’re writing.’

Delia Sherman, American fantasy writer (via ellenkushner)

me while writing: ah yes, this character should do this, it feels so natural with what they’re saying
me while editing: why the FUCK does she lean on a doorway SEVENTEEN TIMES IN THIS CHAPTER