dexterandsaracen:

I give you a poorly and obviously edited together timeline of some Important Shit that happened before the books.
Thanks to skeleton folk on twitter, especially user @Dextyrie who helped out a lot.

dexterandsaracen:

I give you a poorly and obviously edited together timeline of some Important Shit that happened before the books.

Thanks to skeleton folk on twitter, especially user @Dextyrie who helped out a lot.

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hadestowns:

i hope that when skul came back as a skeleton he looked at his chosen name like “well fuck”

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megphail:


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 
- Dylan Thomas

So, who else is hideously unprepared for the last Skulduggery Pleasant book?
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megphail:

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light. 

- Dylan Thomas

So, who else is hideously unprepared for the last Skulduggery Pleasant book?

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armageddon-outta-here:

8tracks mix
Broken Crown – Mumford & Sons
Be Someone - Kings of Leon
The Passenger - Iggy Pop
Lose My Soul – Dead Man Walking
Laura Palmer - Bastille
White Blank Page – Mumford & Sons
The Scientist - Coldplay
Somebody to Die For – Hurts

armageddon-outta-here:

8tracks mix

Broken Crown – Mumford & Sons

Be Someone - Kings of Leon

The Passenger - Iggy Pop

Lose My Soul – Dead Man Walking

Laura Palmer - Bastille

White Blank Page – Mumford & Sons

The Scientist - Coldplay

Somebody to Die For – Hurts

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gingerisaspice:

somebody started reblogging the previous version so I might as well upload the last version of this dang gif im sorry this kind of thing is taking me a year to get the motivation to do. i promise the light will look better u_u

gingerisaspice:

somebody started reblogging the previous version so I might as well upload the last version of this dang gif im sorry this kind of thing is taking me a year to get the motivation to do. i promise the light will look better u_u

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terrible-brain-sucker-of-london:

so you know how china taps on her tattoos in diff patterns to make diff stuff happen what would go down if she did the macarena  

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bogplanet:

my apologies to derek landy

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Desmond Edgely: *pokes baby Alice*
Desmond: Hello, small person.
Melissa Edgely: Desmond, don't poke the baby.
Desmond: You may have won this round, but I will have my...
Melissa: And don't threaten the baby either.
Desmond: I wasn't.
Melissa: Just leave her alone. You're annoying her.
Desmond: I'm not annoying her. She doesn't even know enough to be annoyed. She's, what, a week old?
Melissa: She's three months.
Desmond: She's three months in our years, but how old is she in baby years?
Melissa: Come away from her. Steph, can you pick her up? It's time for her feed.
Desmond: Why didn't you ask me to pick her up? I was standing right there. Don't you trust me? That's it, isn't it? You don't trust me.
Melissa: I do trust you. I just don't trust you a lot. Stephanie has safe hands.
Desmond: You want to see safe hands?
Desmond: *picks up two apples and begins juggling them*
Desmond: See? Safe as anything.
Melissa: Are you proposing to juggle our new-born child?
Desmond: Of course not. I'd only be able to juggle her if you'd had twins. Otherwise it's just throwing.
Melissa: Steph, give me my baby and never let your father near her.
Stephanie: Deal.
Desmond: Everyone seems to forget that I'm not a complete novice at this. Don't I already have one beautiful daughter, and she turned out OK, didn't she? I didn't drop her once.
Melissa: You dropped her when we were at the zoo.
Stephanie: You dropped me?
Desmond: Ah, I'd forgotten about that. In my defence, though, you were a very wriggly child. One moment you were there, the next you were, you know, on the ground in the penguin enclosure.
Stephanie: You dropped me in the penguin enclosure?
Desmond: I was leaning over the railing and you just plopped out of my grip. You weren't hurt, or anything. And even if you had been, I'm sure the penguins would have taken you in, raised you as one of their own. It would have been a different life for you, but still a good one.
Stephanie: I can't believe you dropped me.
Desmond: Neither could the people around us. Some crazy woman stormed up and roared at me for five minutes about how I shouldn't be putting my child in danger.
Melissa: That was me.
Stephanie: Now it makes sense. My fear of zoos. My fear of penguins. My fear of being dropped in a zoo with the penguins. It's all dad's fault.
Desmond: Most things are. But I won't make the same mistakes again, I promise. From this moment on, I will be the best father the world has ever seen. Wifey, may I please hold my child?
Melissa: I'm feeding her.
Desmond: Give me the child and the bottle. I'll feed her.
Melissa: *looks at Desmond suspiciously*
Melissa: When holding a baby, what is the most important thing to remember?
Desmond: Not to drop it.
Melissa, Well, yes, well done, dear, but I was thinking more about how you hold the baby.
Desmond: Ah, of course. The secret to holding a baby is to pick it up by the scruff of its neck.
Melissa: You're thinking of kittens.
Desmond: Pick it up by its ears, then.
Melissa: You're thinking of nothing.
Desmond: Can I please just hold her?
Melissa: I don't think that's wise.
Desmond: A lot of things aren't wise, Melissa. Is crossing the road with my eyes closed wise? No, but I do it anyway.
Melissa: Stephanie, you are in charge of teaching Alice how to cross the road.
Stephanie: Gotcha.

nerdy-is-super-cool:

I made it more accurate…

nerdy-is-super-cool:

I made it more accurate…