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brass: scifiseries: Steampunk pendant heart, made of wood, brass
brass: scifiseries:

Steampunk pendant heart, made of wood, brass

scifiseries: Steampunk pendant heart, made of wood, brass

brass: I WORRY ABOUT MY BROTHERS... THEY KNOW NOTHING ABOUT BUILDING A HOUSE. THEY ARE NOT PREPARED TO PROTECT ONE A PSYCHOLOGIST THE OTHER A PHILOSOPHER. THERE'S... NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT. BUT, C'MON. THEMSELVES WHEN YOU GET DOWN TO BRASS TACKS, YOU NEED TO GET YOUR HANDS DIRTY. YOu SOLID. CONCRETE! NEED SOMETHING MORE USEFU SOMETHING REAL NOW THE WOLF WILL COME, AND GO THROUGH THEIR WOOD AND GLASS HOUSES, AND THEY WILL COME RUNNING FOR SHELTER AND OF COURSE I'LL LET THEM IN. BUT WILL THEY LEARN THEN THAT THEY NEED TO GET SERIOUS? THERE'S NO SIGN OF THEM YET GOSH, THEY WILL BE TERRIFIED I HOPE NOTHING'S HAPPENED TO THEM. BUT I'LL PROTECT THEM! MEANWHILE BUT THAT'S MY NATURE! WHAT AM I IF NOT A PIG KILLER? YOU CAN BE WHATEVER YOU WANT BUT THERE'S OBVIOUSLYA DISCONNECT BETWEEN YOUR MORAL CENTER, AND YOUR INSTINCTS AND SENSE OF FAMILY OBLIGATION. INSTINCTS ARE THERE TO ALLOW US TO SURVIVE IN DESPERATE CONDITIONS, BUT THEY ARE A HIDRANCE TO HARMONIOUS COEXISTANCE IN A SOCIETY. YOU DON'T NEED TO SURVIVE ANYMORE: YOU NEED TO START LIVING. DO YOU REALLY THINK I CAN CHANGE? WE WILL HELP YOU EVERY STEP OF THE WAY. portsherry.com patreon.com/portsherry e pedro arizpe, 2018 greenjudy: portsherry: Three little pigs [Website] [Facebook] [Twitter] [Instagram] [Spanish] [Ko-fi] Enjoy my comics? Consider supporting my work at Port Sherry’s Patreon! This is very dear.
brass: I WORRY ABOUT
 MY BROTHERS...
 THEY KNOW NOTHING ABOUT
 BUILDING A HOUSE. THEY ARE
 NOT PREPARED TO PROTECT
 ONE A PSYCHOLOGIST
 THE OTHER A PHILOSOPHER.
 THERE'S... NOTHING WRONG
 WITH THAT. BUT, C'MON.
 THEMSELVES

 WHEN YOU GET DOWN TO
 BRASS TACKS, YOU NEED TO
 GET YOUR HANDS DIRTY. YOu
 SOLID. CONCRETE!
 NEED SOMETHING MORE USEFU
 SOMETHING REAL
 NOW THE WOLF WILL
 COME, AND GO THROUGH THEIR
 WOOD AND GLASS HOUSES, AND
 THEY WILL COME RUNNING
 FOR SHELTER
 AND OF COURSE I'LL LET THEM IN.
 BUT WILL THEY LEARN THEN THAT
 THEY NEED TO GET SERIOUS?
 THERE'S NO SIGN
 OF THEM YET
 GOSH, THEY WILL BE
 TERRIFIED
 I HOPE NOTHING'S
 HAPPENED TO THEM.
 BUT I'LL
 PROTECT THEM!

 MEANWHILE
 BUT THAT'S MY NATURE!
 WHAT AM I IF NOT A
 PIG KILLER?
 YOU CAN
 BE WHATEVER YOU WANT
 BUT THERE'S OBVIOUSLYA
 DISCONNECT BETWEEN YOUR
 MORAL CENTER, AND YOUR
 INSTINCTS AND SENSE OF
 FAMILY OBLIGATION.
 INSTINCTS ARE THERE
 TO ALLOW US TO SURVIVE IN
 DESPERATE CONDITIONS, BUT
 THEY ARE A HIDRANCE TO
 HARMONIOUS COEXISTANCE IN
 A SOCIETY. YOU DON'T NEED
 TO SURVIVE ANYMORE: YOU
 NEED TO START LIVING.
 DO YOU REALLY
 THINK I CAN CHANGE?
 WE WILL HELP YOU
 EVERY STEP OF THE WAY.
 portsherry.com
 patreon.com/portsherry
 e pedro arizpe, 2018
greenjudy:

portsherry:

Three little pigs
[Website] [Facebook] [Twitter] [Instagram] [Spanish] [Ko-fi]
Enjoy my comics? Consider supporting my work at Port Sherry’s Patreon!

This is very dear.

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brass: zaynsamosa white person: eats chicken tikka masala once* i just... i feel so connected... to indian culture... I'm learning to speak islam.... check out my third eye..... chakra teaboot Every time see this. Every damn time. I'm immediately sucked back into my fuckin. Fuckin English lit class with Mr. Fuckass McShit. Mr. "Hit the gong to begin class", "Namaste, Children", "l wanna go backpacking in India to find my spiritual awakening and also my left burkinstock that I lost during a cedar sauna drum circle" ass bastard. "Do you want to share your poetry with the class to get in touch with your emotions" ass fucker. Mr. "Here's a photograph of a tribal shaman, describe him using nature words" asshole. Pretentious- ass, condescending motherfucker. "Do you want to tell us about your saddest memory?" "I dunno, sir. Are you giving me an option?" "No." "Then why are you asking" Every goddamn day. Fuck. "You seem tense." Oh, I seem tense? I seem tense. Well fuck, Professor Pillsbury, maybe l 'seem tense' because I walk into a room on five hours of sleep to the sound of a goddamn brass gong drilling through my brain and your seven- foot-nine, socks-and-sandals-wearing, patchouli- smelling ass immediately gravitates in my direction with some shit like "a tree......... Is a Poem" and I gotta sit here and politely tell you that No I'm Not Comfortable Telling The Class About A Time I Was Emotionally Vulnerable With A Loved One using words that sound like the way the color yellow smells. Maybe l don't wanna sit in a circle and hold hands with Brittney from Computer Sciences to "align our auras" or some shit Fuck. Fuuuuuuck. I swear to God, if I wanted to sing kumbaya' with a smelly old guy with gross facial hair who writes bad porn on the side, I'd go out to the parking lot and share a Hookah with Crazy Dan, the disgraced electrician. What, I don't wanna do an interpretive dance to represent the spiritual experience of eating Quinoa in a room full of ambivalent preteens and suddenly I'm the 'troubled youth' you need to Robin Williams "O Captain My Captain" your way into having a Paternal Bonding Moment powerful enough to Expand My Impressionable Young Mind and Turn My Life Around, you goddamn saint, you? Jesus Fucking Christ. You insufferable jackass. You're not "Enlightened", you rolled out of bed and ate half a pot brownie, wrote a sad song about a leaf, and strolled into class to ramble about your Spirit Animal for six hours straight before calling it a day. Holy Jesus goddamned Christ. Fucking Balls, sir. Holy Fucking Balls Source: zintersoldier #Teaboot 238,334 notes Sep 29th, 2018 a tree Is a Poem
brass: zaynsamosa
 white person: eats chicken tikka masala once* i just...
 i feel so connected... to indian culture... I'm learning
 to speak islam.... check out my third eye..... chakra
 teaboot
 Every time see this. Every damn time. I'm immediately
 sucked back into my fuckin. Fuckin English lit class
 with Mr. Fuckass McShit. Mr. "Hit the gong to begin
 class", "Namaste, Children", "l wanna go backpacking
 in India to find my spiritual awakening and also my left
 burkinstock that I lost during a cedar sauna drum
 circle" ass bastard. "Do you want to share your poetry
 with the class to get in touch with your emotions" ass
 fucker. Mr. "Here's a photograph of a tribal shaman,
 describe him using nature words" asshole. Pretentious-
 ass, condescending motherfucker. "Do you want to tell
 us about your saddest memory?" "I dunno, sir. Are you
 giving me an option?" "No." "Then why are you asking"
 Every goddamn day. Fuck. "You seem tense." Oh, I
 seem tense? I seem tense. Well fuck, Professor
 Pillsbury, maybe l 'seem tense' because I walk into a
 room on five hours of sleep to the sound of a goddamn
 brass gong drilling through my brain and your seven-
 foot-nine, socks-and-sandals-wearing, patchouli-
 smelling ass immediately gravitates in my direction with
 some shit like "a tree......... Is a Poem" and I gotta sit
 here and politely tell you that No I'm Not Comfortable
 Telling The Class About A Time I Was Emotionally
 Vulnerable With A Loved One using words that sound
 like the way the color yellow smells. Maybe l don't
 wanna sit in a circle and hold hands with Brittney from
 Computer Sciences to "align our auras" or some shit
 Fuck. Fuuuuuuck. I swear to God, if I wanted to sing
 kumbaya' with a smelly old guy with gross facial hair
 who writes bad porn on the side, I'd go out to the
 parking lot and share a Hookah with Crazy Dan, the
 disgraced electrician. What, I don't wanna do an
 interpretive dance to represent the spiritual experience
 of eating Quinoa in a room full of ambivalent preteens
 and suddenly I'm the 'troubled youth' you need to
 Robin Williams "O Captain My Captain" your way into
 having a Paternal Bonding Moment powerful enough to
 Expand My Impressionable Young Mind and Turn My
 Life Around, you goddamn saint, you? Jesus Fucking
 Christ. You insufferable jackass. You're not
 "Enlightened", you rolled out of bed and ate half a pot
 brownie, wrote a sad song about a leaf, and strolled
 into class to ramble about your Spirit Animal for six
 hours straight before calling it a day. Holy Jesus
 goddamned Christ. Fucking Balls, sir. Holy Fucking
 Balls
 Source: zintersoldier
 #Teaboot
 238,334 notes
 Sep 29th, 2018
a tree Is a Poem

a tree Is a Poem

brass: yehll need a lot more study betore yei gter at eve Hagrid wouldn't let Harry buy a solid gold cauldron, either ( says pewter on yer list), but they got a nice set of scales for weighing potion ingredients and a collapsible brass telescope. fleamontpotter fleamontpotter: fleamontpotter: pansiparknson: fleamontpotter The boy has never had anything nice and the second he gets his hands on some money he tries to buy a fucking solid gold cauldron like started from the bottom now we here I love him so much Honestly Hagrid saved Harry from so much embarrassment. Can you imagine him turning up to his first potions lesson with a fucking solid gold cauldron??? Like Snape already hated Harry think about what he would have said if Harry just plonked that on his desk I think he would have said fuck it to his promise to dumbledore and murdered Harry on the spot at once. He had to keep reminding himself that he had five years to go at Hogwarts, and how it would feel to ask the Dursleys for money for spellbooks, to stop himself buying a handsome set of solid gold Gobstones (a wizarding game rather like marbles, in AGAIN WITH THE SOLID GOLD POSSESSIONS HARRY. I'm surprised he never replaced his glasses with solid gold ones the boy clearly has a taste for the finer things in life. Or when he had his bones removed by Lockhart in second year, he probably had to stop himself from asking Pomfrey to just fill his arm up with gold instead of bones. NO WONDER HE CAN SEE THE FUCKIN SNITCH SO WELL HE'S ON THE HUNT FOR GOLD 25,088 notes Aurum Protestas Est
brass: yehll need a lot more
 study
 betore
 yei
 gter
 at
 eve
 Hagrid wouldn't let Harry buy a solid gold cauldron, either (
 says pewter on yer list), but they got a nice set of scales for
 weighing potion ingredients and a collapsible brass telescope.
 fleamontpotter
 fleamontpotter:
 fleamontpotter:
 pansiparknson:
 fleamontpotter
 The boy has never had anything nice and the second
 he gets his hands on some money he tries to buy a
 fucking solid gold cauldron like started from the
 bottom now we here I love him so much
 Honestly Hagrid saved Harry from so much
 embarrassment. Can you imagine him turning up to his
 first potions lesson with a fucking solid gold
 cauldron??? Like Snape already hated Harry think
 about what he would have said if Harry just plonked that
 on his desk
 I think he would have said fuck it to his promise to
 dumbledore and murdered Harry on the spot
 at once. He had to keep reminding himself that he had five years
 to go at Hogwarts, and how it would feel to ask the Dursleys for
 money for spellbooks, to stop himself buying a handsome set of
 solid gold Gobstones (a wizarding game rather like marbles, in
 AGAIN WITH THE SOLID GOLD POSSESSIONS HARRY.
 I'm surprised he never replaced his glasses with solid gold
 ones the boy clearly has a taste for the finer things in life. Or
 when he had his bones removed by Lockhart in second year,
 he probably had to stop himself from asking Pomfrey to just
 fill his arm up with gold instead of bones.
 NO WONDER HE CAN SEE THE FUCKIN SNITCH SO WELL
 HE'S ON THE HUNT FOR GOLD
 25,088 notes
Aurum Protestas Est

Aurum Protestas Est