NOW SHINES MY STAR!

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[herliequin]

ℂ𝕆𝕄𝔼 𝕆ℕ𝔼, ℂ𝕆𝕄𝔼 𝔸𝕃𝕃...

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[herliequin]

[goodzillo-deactivated20220127]

^_^ I didn’t say simon says *detonates the charges*

[muladiosa]

if you not obsessed with me then what’s the point

[antiperiodica]

button-up shirts are so gay. why do you wear them huh? so a man can unbutton it??

[sweetoothgirl]

coffee jelly

[doujinshi]

dont like me ? well come and kill me be the change you wish to fucking see

[just-shower-thoughts]

“ngl” implies that there are times when you’re gl.

[just-shower-responses]

gl!!! im gonna be fucking false with you bestie!

[bakwaaas]

with all due respect (none),

[reallyreallyreallytrying]

sure. blame the guy who’s a huge idiot who causes a lot of problems, again

[screenshotsofdespair]

[angelsoftly]

[primulaceas]

Saeed Jones, How We Fight for Our Lives

[i-ate-nt-dead]

“On our way, we shall be picking up a locksmith.” “Who?” “Mr Brown.”

They nodded. Everyone - at least everyone in ‘the business’ and everyone in ‘the business’ knew what ‘the business’ was and if you didn’t know what ‘the business’ was you weren’t a businessman - knew Mr Brown.

His presence anywhere around a job gave it a certain kind of respectability. He was a neat, elderly man who’d invented most of the tools in his big leather bag. No matter what cunning you’d used to get into a place or overcome a small army or find the secret treasure room, sooner or later you sent for Mr Brown, who’d turn up with his leather bag and his little springy things and his little bottles of strange alchemy and his neat little boots. 

And he’d do nothing for ten minutes but look at the lock and then he’d select a piece of bent metal from a ring of several hundred almost identical pieces and under an hour later he’d be walking away with a neat ten per cent of the takings. Of course, you didn’t have to use Mr Brown’s services. You could always opt to spend the rest of your life looking at a locked door.

- Terry Pratchett, Hogfather

(Second image credit: Tinker Woodworks. Description: first image shows a pair of hands holding two lockpicks which are inserted into the lock of a brown door. Second image shows a set of handmade lockpicks, shaped out of bandsaw blades, in a leather case, resting on a wood table.)

[heateron]

johnny depp in edward scissorhands (1990) dir. tim burton

[maekar76]

“Killer Vacation”

photo set posted by York in a Box via Facebook.

[maekar76]

Slashback Video at The Bearded Lady's Mystic Museum - Burbank, California