Im starting to forget what you look like
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Im starting to forget what you look like
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Franky and Robin join the cuddle pile!! 🏴☠️💗💞
the prince has begun practicing curtseying in the mirror. which could mean nothing.
we have good news and bad news, my liege. the good news is that we now know what that curtsying was about: you will be pleased to know that, after several heartfelt conversations between your child, the court jesters and a myriad of singing woodland creatures, you are now the parent of a proud and joyful new princess. the bad news is that, due to a series of events related to the dragon-sized hole in her bedchamber wall,
You had to make your own sunshine But now the sky is opalite HAPPY 36TH BIRTHDAY TAYLOR SWIFT ★ 12.13.1989
"Shanks is Luffy's father figure" "Shanks is like Luffy's big brother" wrong Shanks is Luffy's unemployed older cousin who smokes weed and hands out forbidden life knowledge for a seven year old. He is the chill uncle no one knows the origin of who's been to prison before and shows you how to hunt for crawdads in the river. He gets your nose. He teaches you new swears and then feels kinda bad about it. Do you understand. do you see the vision
i work in childcare right? yeah so lately the kids’ favorite game has been “is it poison or not” which is just code for pretending to forcefeed me sticks and leaves and then yelling “POISON !!” and me going “aww man not again !” and when they offer me more im like “surely this isnt poison right guys?” and they shake their heads and grin mischievously and i eat it and they scream “POOOIIIIISOONNNN”
I love when Holmes and Watson are working with a new inspector because it always goes something like:
Holmes: *running in circles shouting unintelligible nonsense*
Inspector: is- is he ok?
Watson: why do you ask?
Holmes: *flops to the ground and starts sniffing the dirt*
Inspector: oh…well…y’know…
Holmes: *rolling in the grass and growling*
Inspector: …
Watson: just give him a minute
star trek edits be upon ye. i wanted a seven of nine wallpaper and couldnt find one to my tastes and then things got out of hand
Reading AFTG : I wish sports were real
Absolutely hilarious how they’re talking about going on a trip together and need to pause to figure what to do about Kevin like he’s their difficult child (he is).
he’s an asshole. he’s the kindest friend you will ever have. hes an alcoholic health freak. he’s a heartless machine that only cares about playing stickball and has little interest in real people. he will make outstanding efforts to never ever ever have to be alone for even one second. he’s half of a duo. he wishes he could stand on his own. he mourns a man that no one else on earth loved (even though no one on earth has been as hurt by that man as him). he knows you will die and he does nothing to even attempt to stop it– he still makes sure your remaining time is the best time anyone’s ever had. he leaves you even though he’s all you have, but he never stops sending you postcards, he never stops trying to save you. he promises you he will find you a purpose in life, and he always finds it. he always finds it.
My pookie
Good luck Babe (2024)//Carmilla (1872)
brian murphy is the perfect straight man. he is a man among muppets. a distressed king among three beautiful jesters.
i hate you
you were supposed to be a side effect of the drugs because obviously someone could never look at me like you do. nobody could SEE ME the way you do. nobody else would dare to step into a viper pit on the off chance that it might protect me because nobody else has ever considered that i’m a real person. and that means you cannot be real. because there isn’t a single person who would try to protect me. i’m the only person who can save myself and i haven’t wanted to save myself in a very long time. i cannot be saved. but then i saw you standing there with auburn hair and blue eyes… jesus christ you cannot be real. because you are a terrified runaway and now you’re telling me that instead of running away like i told you to, instead of letting me take the fall like i expected to, you somehow ran directly into danger for ME? unreal unreal unreal you are a hallucination and a pipe dream because you’re saying things nobody has ever said to me and there is a catch in your voice that i’ve never heard before and it’s all because you were worried about me and it makes me sick because nobody should ever make you feel that way, least of all me. i see every piece of myself and my pain directed back at me, reflected in the ocean of your eyes and it makes me want to burn down the world, it makes me want to destroy myself, and yet you keep telling me that i deserve to live. you see me and you won’t let me tear myself apart but you don’t see that in offering yourself up to be slaughtered you are ripping me to shreds. you cannot be real. you cannot exist. and yet here you are, standing in front of me, bruised and bandaged and more alive than you’ve ever been. and i’m so terrified to want any piece of that because it’s impossible. you’re impossible. you don’t listen. you won’t back down when i tell you i’m not worth it. you’re a dream. you’re all the hopes i threw away when i was a child. you’re not my savior. i wish you would save me. i wish you could. i’m terrified that if i look at you too long, you will.
i hate you.
Back at it again, here we go.
Might make a habit of posting fandom content now-
Once again done on stream :)
Okay, I might be pulling this out of my ass but since that finals match was in Evermore that means the foxes should have been wearing their white away jerseys. Which means: the final match was a game of chess.
Not only are they wearing white, but they have first serve (Dan won the coin toss), and near the end the Foxes' king (Neil, because this is a battle between Riko and Neil) changes positions with the tower (Matt, a defenseman that towers over most people) creating the illusion of a castling.
And right there at the end, Riko attempts to kill Neil because they're in front of each other, but that's not how kings work. In the time it takes him to take that step, Andrew closes the gap and strikes. Check mate.