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June 7th, 1942: Edward Hopper completes his best known painting, the seminal Nighthawks. When asked by a Chicago Tribute reporter about the philosophical meaning behind the diner having no clearly visible exits Hopper responded, “Shit. Fuck. I did it again. Goddamnit. Fuck. Not again. I did it again. Shit.” and slammed his hat on his leg.

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I fucking laughed so hard at this all artists are hilarious

I don’t care if this isn’t true, it’s still funny. And I’d never realized that there’s only one door in the whole of the (visible) diner until just now. Honestly, I always just assumed that the entry for the building was cut off by the right-hand side of the canvas. 

Also, as someone who has forgotten to mention vital pieces of information that readers kind of need to know, I know how he feels*.

* Even if the incident with the reporter never happened. 

Whatever the future holds….

I will forever be proud of having worked ‘my air-ship is full of eels’ into a story.

Because everyone needs a person pretending to be a salamander on their dash. 

"Get back here and help me babysit!" makes me giggle like an idiot. 

(And now I’m wondering if the babies are in a bucket or something…)



I can’t pick my favourite

these are things i would write

I really like #9, personally — it’s a great simile. The rest of them, not so much. 


This tree makes の sense.

Reblogging because I love puns and I’m beyond thrilled when I get a pun in another language. (Or that involves another language, anyway.) 

I like stupid jokes.

My favorite is:

Q: Why don’t sharks eat clowns?
A: They taste funny.

…I’d be sorry, but life’s too short for unearned guilt.

So today…

I was in a mall in an area where I don’t usually do a lot of shopping. There was a display of mannequins in the window of an H&M shop, and one of them was wearing a black-and-white striped scarf. 

So I went in. I found the scarf. I discovered that it was ridiculously affordable (about $14.20 US after tax). So… I bought it. 

I don’t actually need this scarf. I could have asked someone in my family to knit one for me, or knit it myself. 

So why do I have it? Well, it was affordable. It’s huge — probably close to six feet long and at least a foot wide. It’ll probably look pretty nice with my dressy black wool coat. 

But the real, secret, reason is simple: it reminds me of John’s black (navy?) and white/cream striped jumper. 

I would like to point out that I very rarely buy things like that — usually my fandom-related purchases are of official merchandise/DVDs/music/etc. 

I also had something of an epiphany about what I can do with some original fiction I’m stalled on, so hooray for that. 






“What have I to fear?”



Yes, YES, and YES

Yes, but can you imagine the inevitable and interminable “Excuse me, I am the most intelligent man here.” argument once Tony, Sherlock, and The Doctor (and possibly Loki) realized that there were other, non-funny-little-brains in the room?

…I also have visions of impromptu target practice/a shooting skills competition, but that’s not quite as easy to articulate. 

When Silly People Come Across Pairing Names…

…they come up with their own. For instance, my Avengers OTP is named Lopi. That would be Loki/Icelandic knitting fibres. *Innocent look*

Also, from Cheezburger’s Fandom Base: Avengers Up!

muzzled Loki does not like his muzzle.

From the original post:

Avengers Up!