Stargate SG-1, 03.07 Deadman Switch

Origami Around
trying on a metaphor
Sade Olutola
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Cosmic Funnies

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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
sheepfilms
Cosimo Galluzzi
Show & Tell
DEAR READER
Claire Keane

Love Begins

pixel skylines

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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todays bird

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Stargate SG-1, 03.07 Deadman Switch
'flowers along the coast, 17-mile drive, monterey, calif.,' sevilla brace shuey, april 16, 1950.
Teyla Emmagan + Outfits 14/?
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
This is Progress
Lieutenant Jennifer Hailey shitpost
beautiful bisexual people we must keep going
wretched and depraved bisexual people we must all keep going
things to say after fucking up egregiously
pack it up boys we've made a social blunder
let's run that again
one more time normal style
I'm going to become a statistic
further proof god is out to get me
it's because I tore my acl senior year
I couldn't do it for religious reasons
my ex took my talent in the divorce
good thing nobody saw that (said directly to someone who definitely saw it)
Luke & Lorelai in GILMORE GIRLS 2.13 | A-Tisket, A-Tasket
art as a confession James Baldwin (The Precarious Vogue of Ingmar Bergman), Albert Camus (Notebooks, 1935-1942)
the joy of working with middle school aged children is that, regardless of how long you've been doing it, they will always find novel ways to annoy and confuse you, which is okay because that's the natural state of the middle school aged child. anyway suffice it to say that for the past three weeks of school my 6th grade class has been greeting me at my door by lining up outside of it, playing the national anthem, and saluting me as i walk in.
What they're doing to you:
get a really good scene idea
write fic so that you can write the really good scene idea
write the really good scene idea
realise that you now need to write the rest of the fic
realise that you have no plot & no idea what to do bc you've already written the really good scene idea
panic.
When you love someone but it doesn't change anything
Not to indulge in childish fantasies but what if every time I checked the news it wasn’t worse?