Satire for the Soul

indigo-ink:

Captain Jack Harkness

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enasnivolz:

ealperin:

reading-thoughts:

edwardspoonhands:

Not Iambic….Do Not Accept…

These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse
that what I wear puts swagger in my gait;
though twenty shillings have I in my purse,
my self-esteem and manhood both inflate
when lofty furs I purchase for a cent.
Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, though
they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent
much less to dress myself from head to toe.

To save or not to save? The question’s moot.
I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.
These dusty shelves will yield their hidden loot
to those, like me, more frugal in their looks.
Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,
I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.
     - Macklemore, “Thrift Shoppe”

*Crying with laughter*

ITS IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER. SWEET JESUS THIS IS MY NEW FAVORITE THING.

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idodesirewebebetterstrangers:

The official Hannibal tumblr is so great, those tags !

“What you didn’t think we noticed your ships ? You must be new”

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omega-child:

aleetlepinch:

I’m so sick of people thinking they can just waltz into my room when I’m obviously listening to music in 4/4.

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lonelywhiteasian:

lay nudes at my gravestone, not flowers. flowers will wither away, but a bomb ass booty is forever

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vriskezi:

emissary-of-wind:

vriskezi:

the only word in the entire french language is baguette

Mensonges et calomnies, ma jeune amie, le français est une langue riche, et ce particulièrement dans le domaine culinaire !

*baguette

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