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drulalovescas

everybody say thank you, fanfiction

aceoflights

anyone ever asks me what my favourite leverage moment is, it's this

ripren

prettycolors

weaver-z

The council will decide your fate

weaver-z

koreanthrillerenjoyer

Ì dont even need to name who this is, all of u know.

hatterandahare

This comment on Bad Buddy episode 4 SENDS ME

theodysseyofhomer

odysseus absolutely does present a threat to penelope if he perceives her as at all unfaithful, and i feel the unfairness of this, and i think people tend to undersell how much tension at least potentially exists between odysseus and penelope. but i'm also like. his reaction, all speculation aside, his actual reaction in the odyssey to her flirting with the suitors is delight, because he immediately ascertains that she is running a con. sorry that they're so in-sync in spite of the forces that try to drive a wedge between them, including their own misgiving hearts. sorry that they invented homophrosyne ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

strinak

oh, you meant they literally did, ok

theodysseyofhomer

would i, tumblr user thee odysseyofhomer, lie to you?

polyphemusthecylcops

...

theodysseyofhomer

this is the only funny addition to this post

andromerot

basically a lot of my problems boil down to me being really bad at waking up. and also really bad at going to sleep

humanveil

He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.

IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE (2000) dir. Wong Kar-wai.

lucybellwood

Fucking slain in my tracks by this postcard on my friend’s dresser

silentauroriamthereal

awkwardpenguinproductions

A masterpiece like this requires screen-reader acessibility:

My husband plays the trumpet, which is a sort of loud pretzel originally developed to blow down the walls of fucking Jericho and, later, to let Civil War soldiers know it was time to kill each other in a river while you chilled eating pigeon in your officer’s tent twenty miles away, yet somehow, in modern times, it has become socially acceptable to toot the bad cone inside your house before 10:00 a.m. because it’s “your job” and your wife should “get up”. What a world! If one was feeling uncharitable, one might describe the trumpet as a machine where you put in compressed air and divorce comes out, but despite this— despite operating a piece of biblical demolition equipment inside the home every bright, cold morning of his wife’s one and only life— the trumpet is not the most annoying thing about my husband.