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Stephanie Pitcher - My Jolly Sailor Bold
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My Jolly Sailor Bold (sung by Stephanie Pitcher)


Upon one summer’s morning, I carefully did stray
Down by the Walls of Wapping, Where I met a sailor gay.
Conversing with a young lass, Who seem’d to be in pain,
Saying, William, when you go I fear you’ll ne’er return again.

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me, But my jolly sailor bold.

His hair it hangs in ringlets, His eyes as black as coal
My happiness attend him, Wherever he may go.
From Tower Hill to Blackwall, I’ll wander, weep and moan
All for my jolly sailor, Until he sails home.

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me, But my jolly sailor bold.

My father is a merchant, The truth I now will tell
And in great London City, In opulence doth dwell.
His fortune doth exceed, 300,000 gold
And he frowns upon his daughter, Who loves a sailor bold.

A fig for his riches, His merchandise and gold
True love has grafted my heart, Give me my sailor bold.
My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me, But my jolly sailor bold.

Should he return in pov’rty, From o’er the ocean far
To my tender bosom, I’ll press my jolly tar.
My sailor is as smiling, As the pleasant month of May
And often we have wandered, Through Ratcliffe Highway

Many a pretty blooming, Young girl we did behold
Reclining on the bosom, Of her jolly sailor bold.
My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me, But my jolly sailor bold.

My name it is Maria, A merchant’s daughter fair
And I have left my parents, And three thousand pounds a year
Come all you pretty fair maids, Whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor, That plows the raging sea

While up aloft in storm, From me his absence mourn
And firmly pray arrive the day, He’s never more to roam.
My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me, But my jolly sailor bold.

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me, But my jolly sailor bold.


by 2wa


by 2wa

Coarse Elder Son and Sincere Second Son




S.H.I.E.L.D.’s public relations department decides to take nice photos of the Avengers so that they can send them to the media whenever the team goes public. They somehow manage to convince Thor to put on normal clothes and get through the photoshoots pretty quickly.

Except Tony wouldn’t stop preening and duck facing. They eventually gave up and used the “best” one. To this day, Tony still gets the stink eye from the head of PR.

I also accept this headcanon





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'Canon' USUK moments


  • Of course there is the Hetaween Batman and Robin or just the whole thing with the secrets and everything. Also even Himaruya said that America would have had England in costume with him either way. 
  • In Arte Stella America is the King of Spades while England is the Queen of Spades.
  • Rationing comic strip
  • “Bakabakabakabakabakabaka America no BAKA”
  • Stuck on a island together (Including such moments as: England commenting to America about how cold it was acting like America should do something in which he replied “I’m not going to do anything” with England responding saying “of course you won’t”. In the Drama CD version France says that the other nations could not sleep because of their “lover spats” with England replying saying “Don’t call it a lovers’ spat!”.
  • England giving America chocolate during the Christmas Bloodbath of 2011. 
  • In a strip that asked the nations about what they would be for Hetaween America said he would be superman while England deliberately said he would be  snake man (evidence shows that America could very well be afraid of snakes) with the answer being directed at America. 
  • Supposedly England is laying on America’s bomber jacket while in a chibi version of the allies sleeping outdoors.
  • The War on the African Front in general
  • They constantly have moments of them both trying to show the other up (such as America dragging England’s car up a hill in order to ask for the keys while England is trying to train himself to be stronger, or America always trying to scare England for once rather than the other way around)
  • England in America’s bomber jacket (chibi)
  • England is sick in bed with America by his side (though the moment is trolled), this happened 3 times. 
  • “When you two are done relieving sexual tensions we have a meeting to finish!” 
  • Sleeping with Sheep drama CD
  • America and England pairing up to compete against each other in Hetalia Fantasia
  • 200th year of Independence day 
  • England complementing America on how he looks during the April Fools Event 2011
  • England rescuing America in Gakuden Hetalia
  • England and America’s moment during America’s birthday party. 
  • When America tries to make friends with whales England tries to befriend him (America trolls in the end) 
  • Valentines Day comic strip (Buon San Valentino) 
  • When England is at America’s house he spots a ghost (who is really France) and shows America who is scared also, forcing them to cowardly sleep in the same bed.
  • In Hetalia Paint it White when America is hit by Picts Magic England screams to him before getting hit himself.  
  • Russia is apparently a fanboy.











This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

Let me tell to you a thing.

This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.

She was perfect.

But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.

I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.

A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”

They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.

This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”

I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”

Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.

So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.


This is beautiful ❤️


What a nerd


What a nerd


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It’s a ‘taboo’ for Nations after all.

Never ever forget that


-Steve Rogers was raised by an Irish-catholic single mom in New York in the Depression era -Steve Rogers grew up with a ton of disabilities -Steve Rogers had an apartment in an incredibly gay section of New York -Steve Rogers was a fine arts student -Steve Rogers completely missed the Red Scare, McCarthyism, the Cold War, Vietnam, Korea, etc. -Steve Rogers was written by two Jewish guys -Steve Rogers had a gay best friend and did not consider his love to be any less valid or less real -Steve Rogers worked with Japanese-American and black soldiers in, again, the Second World War

-Steve Rogers was just in a movie about how utterly fucked up the military-industrial complex is Basically if your Steve Rogers is a conservative commie-hating uberChristian who would be at home in a racist southern church, you’re doing something wrong.