Those people who constantly reblog your stuff but you never really talk:


I do notice my regulars. You guys are the best.

“Regulars” makes me feel like a bar-tender…

Wiping down my dash at the end of an evening, I see your read-more, over-hear your rant in the tags, so I pour you a drink.

“…what’s troubling you, kid?”

It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday
As the regular crowd tumbls by
There’s an old fandom queen blogging next to me
And her little gray tags catch my eye

She says tumblr I’m feeling like shit today
can you send me some posts for a smile
can we talk about slash, can you fill up my dash
so I won’t have to think for a while

Laa dahdah didee dah
La dahdah didee dah dadum

Fill up my dash, you’re my followers
Fill it with pictures and fic
Yeah we’re all in the mood for some memery
And occasional pictures of dick

Now Jill is a centaur novelist
And she writes of her girlfriend and wife
She reblogs from Toni, who’s in My Little Pony,
And probably will be for life.

As the staff implements wretched changes
And we think of how aliens bone
We are writing a lot about loneliess:
It’s much better than writing alone.







I was trying to think of the c work in Les mis. It’s confrontation. All I was getting was convection oven

…Somebody please write the dramatic bake-off filk that clearly needs to be now.

Valjean, at last
We’ll see who makes great cake
“M’sieur le Maire”
I doubt that you can bake!

…I couldn’t stop until I mangled the whole thing.

Before you say another word, Javert
Before we argue about cake again
Listen to me. There is something I must do
I’ve almost run out of baking supplies
I’ll run to the store at my highest speed
In mercy’s name, three eggs are all I need
Then I’ll bake cake, I pledge my word
Then I’ll bake cake…

You must think me mad!
You’ve not made decent cake in years
Men like you can never bake
A man such as you

Believe of me what you will
I’m going to make an awesome cake
You know nothing of my life
All I did was burn some bread
You know nothing of good cake
You would rather see me dead
But not before I see this bake-off done
I am warning you, Javert
I’m the better cook by far
There is power in me yet
My race is not yet run
I am warning you, Javert
There is nothing I won’t dare
If I have to ruin your cake
I’ll do what must be done!

Men like me make awesome cake
Men like you can never bake
No, 24601
I make much better cake
You have no eggs
Just give up, 24601
Now your supplies have run out
Jean Valjean has nothing now
Dare you talk to me of cake
And the icing you will try
Kitchen snacking is a sin
Keep your unwashed hands away
You know nothing of Javert
My dream job was baking cake
I dreamed of it ‘til high school
I wanna be a baker too

And this I swear to you tonight

There is no cake that you get right

This is my great cake-baking test

Whatever cake you will bake

And I will make this cake here right

I swear to you, my cake is best!


…This is exactly how this scene played out, right?

(In case it wasn’t obvious, Mace Windu/Nick Fury parody with Qui-Gon Jinn line stealing)


im gonna go to sleep but i need to share this thought with you all:
“instead of me, he promotes pontmercy, makes him second in command.”
“i’m a revolutionary, wheeeeeee!”
“yeah, he’s not the choice i woulda gone with, he tries to blow up literally the entire barricade what the /fuck/”