Mickey’s Christmas Carol (1983)
“And a Bah Humbug… I mean, a Merry Christmas to you, sir!”
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@gentlenowhere
Mickey’s Christmas Carol (1983)
“And a Bah Humbug… I mean, a Merry Christmas to you, sir!”
once i beat the depression and the burnout and the anxiety and the loneliness and the exhaustion and the guilt and the awkwardness and the apathy and the low income and the chronic illness and the impatience and the vulnerability and the creative block and the capitalism and the cruelty THEN you'll see
i forgot how fucking weird november is theres no afternoon its just night after 2pm
well yeah it’s actually perfect and spiritually enhancing for a reason
Not every day has to count. Some days are for repairing, resting, mourning. You don't have to perform every day. Some days are for doing nothing. For sleeping all day or being on your phone. Relaxing is ok, allowed and encouraged. Do what you need to do.
Avenging Angels AU
(Yes, Tony’s are metal ones he constructed after his got damaged in Afghanistan)
My other Avengers AUs
May Sarton, from a diary entry featured in "Journal of a Solitude," originally published in 1973
Bro, we are cooked. The knight that dogs the prince's shadow like a dark and silent wraith just knelt to press his forehead to the prince's hand. Yeah, now he's uttering a prayer whose recipient is ostensibly God but in reality is the deified version of the prince that exists only in his mind. Aaand the prince just caressed his cheek to preemptively grant him absolution. I gotta... I gotta get out of here.
Whatever it is, I’ll deal with it.
Oscar Wilde, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Oscar Wilde
Every time someone tries to win a war before it starts, innocent people die. Every time.
“Now come the days of the King, and may they be blessed while the thrones of the Valar endure.”
i'm having a meltdown
That, my dear, is love.
- Franz Kafka