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Welcome to my blog!
Art Blog: thunderfx
Below youāll find the fandoms I like, which Iāll keep updated as my interests shift; since Iām always hopping around from one show to the next lol.
Anything highlighted in red is what my focus in on currently:
actually fucking disgusting that glasses cost any money like if you actually think about it for more than a few seconds it is so unconscionably inhumane. this goes for things like insulin and mobility aids and hearing aids too ofc but fuck man, fucking glasses? the thing you need to fucking see? its genuinely sickening and inhumanly evil that those cost ANYTHING.
Okay, but the way they used Tim losing the ring to make you let your guard down, thinking THAT was the thing that would go wrong. Like I knew something was coming, but I didnāt think they would get KIDNAPPED.
WHAT. THE. HELL.
Genuinely, my reaction to that ending.
*comes back 24 hours later swirling around an iced coffee like its a fine wine* and another thing! i'm losing my mind thinking of angela getting word that lucy AND tim have been kidnapped. feral bff incoming!!!
angela @ the kidnappers:
Just leaving a little star right here ā
you can claim it after ep8ā¦
UPDATE: THIS AGED BADLY
ao3 turns 16 today.
reblog if youāre older than archive of our own
I agreed to watch my little cousin for a few hours, and tell me why the first thing he asks is why our elf is still here when December is over. My little brother and sister are older teenagers now, so we just keep the elf out all year long, and totally forgot it was there. I canāt even describe the pure panic that entered me when my eyes met that little smirk on our piano, wondering how I was going to answer such a valid question.
My mom and I ordered an uber this morning to go to work. We got in the car. My uncle was the one behind the wheel, LMAO.
Sooooo, I just went to move my little cousin to bed, and it turns out he fell asleep with his red slime, and it leaked out onto the light beige carpet. My aunt and uncle are already asleep, so my brother and I rushed to try and clean it up before they wake up.
We are sitting there, cleaning up the crime scene, mixing solutions in the kitchen, and when I tell my brother to hide the evidence deeper in the trash can thatās when he reminds me there is a camera directly behind usā¦cue my slow head turn towards said camera.
We are so cooked. They literally have us on camera scrambling around like fools. š«
So one of my little cousins was playing outside today, and since itās cold, he came back inside for his hat. He slides it on, and Iām immediately like heyā¦I know that kid.
Itās Kevin McCallister.
My cousin turned into Kevin McCallister.
september was practiceā¦ in october Iām getting my shit together
in november I'm getting my shit together
in december Iām getting my shit together
I tried recreating Gingy from Shrek at my schoolās cookie decorating station, but instead he looks pure nightmare fueled. š
I would just like to say that this is one of my favorite inserts from my fan fiction Iām editing:
The worldās grief was like the tip of an iceberg. The icy peaks that cut through the surface of the water showed only a preview of what really lurked underneath.
Hidden in the shadows is where most of the grief sat. It weighed the top down, always drowning so that its other half could stay afloat.
The grief below was doubled. Tripled. It didnāt take away from the pain felt above or made their feelings any less valid, but, there is something that settles into your cracked foundation differently when losing someone you personally knew. It slips in uninvited. It causes a heaviness in your chest and tears that burn your eyes. It brings a fierce kind of anger and makes you bargain and plead for a different kind of outcome. You cry, and cry, and cry, despite knowing all things that begin must come to an end.
Then, one day, it stops.
Things go quiet.
The cracks grow smaller, to the point you barely remember they were there in the first place, but they never fully go away. That something stays, tucked away and watered down from years spent living, but every so often it greets you like an old friend. It will drum along to the beat of your heart. It still burns your eyes and makes you long for what once was, only youāll realize you arenāt as sad as before. The tears will dry just as quick as they came, and soon after youāll find yourself smiling for what you had and what youāve gained along the way, rather than mourning for what was lost.
Making adult choices is deciding to have cake for breakfast, and then having all your little cousins and siblings come into the room one after the other and judge you for eating said cake.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This is literally the coolest thing ever and has so made my day!!! Thank you to whoever nominated my story!!! ā¤ļø
i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point
you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling
Yesterday, I was at work, and there was a box of toys labeled Captain America and Iron Man. What a surprise it was when I opened it to stock shelves, and it was Batman staring me down instead. I think it was the universeās way of mocking me for choosing that same day to wear my Avengers t-shirt.
