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Left my jacket at the hotel by accident so wearing my Spurs hoodie around today. Wish me luck

#I didn’t think it’d be an issue in touristy Ireland but #the number of arsenal jerseys and flags we’ve seen is. a surprise

zedogica

sometimes ill go onto jackbox.tv, name myself "SCARY GHOST" and just type random codes in until i find a game and then just vote randomly

halzra

I found a program someone uploaded to GitHub that finds open room codes. The FAQ is killing me

moonlightsdream

FILMS in 2026: 10 | Harriet the Spy (1996) — dir. Bronwen Hughes

#i used to love the handwriting and typewriting scenes #harriet the spy

omgthatdress

Sabrina Carpenter's look is just perfect. I love the historical reference. I adore every single thing about this!

rylandsgrace

CONNOR STORRIE for the Met Gala

#i'm.... uh....

gonzos-humansona

Woman in front of me in line at the caffe nero changed my life yesterday when she ordered a prosciutto sandwich but pronounced "prosciutto" like it rhymed with mosquito. "Pruh-squee-toe."

I heard this person say "uhhhh yeah can I get a prosquito sandwich please?" and I knew I'd never be the same. Prosquito. Prosquito. Its everything to me. I haven't been able to stop saying that lmfao. This is my spinch. This is my bagel and creem cheems. This is my ranibow sprimkle.

friends and family are already tired of me going crazy over prosquito but its so special to me

crimsonservbot

You ever hear that old chestnut about how most people neglect the part of the story of Icarus where he also had to avoid flying too low, lest the spray of the sea soak his feathers and cause him to fall and drown? You ever think about how different the world would be if Icarus died that way instead? If the idiom was to Fly To Close To The Sea? A warning against playing it far too safe, about not stretching your wings and soaring properly? You ever think about how Icarus died because he was happy?

crimsonservbot

If I told you I wrote this while thinking about the dangers of being visibly trans vs never trying to transition at all, happiness followed by a bright, burning end, smacking hard against a concrete ocean vs playing it too safe and never flying high, dooming you to a cold, crushing end from drowning, You'd believe me, right?