#*giggling

[mutantfactor]

The Journey of Legend

[tartquez]

I imagine what the social media aspect of political au might be. Not even official channels but like one day someone uploads a rosquez best moments on TikTok and suddenly nonitalians are aware™ that the pm got separated and remarried to the same man and the Italians are in the comments like "it's so much more than that u wouldn't understand"

Anyways all of this to say I love the fic kiss kiss

Tbf Italy has probably earned the right to gatekeep their messy Prime Minister and his on-off-again husband. I hope the people are tinhatting like crazy on social media ❤️

[elektroyu]

It's happened

I'm

I'm officially 40 now 😂

lol can you believe that?

I can't haha 😂

[cultivating-wildflowers]

funniest thing to be about being second shooter at a wedding is that my one job is to point my camera at the groom’s face and not move it until the bride has reached the altar

[amphibiousignition]

*Please* write a fanfic it would be so funny

if it helps the default guy calls the trace guy "secretary"

*that5 5o good actually *their denial toward ki5me5i5tude i5 hilariou5

[bundibird]

season sixteen just keeps on giving huh

It truly does!!!!!!! Best and most unpredictable season of Supernatural yet!!

[58782397534583-blog]

    Foreword       Behind every man now alive stand thirty ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living. Since the dawn of time, roughly a hundred billion human beings have walked the planet Earth.       Now this is an interesting number, for by a curious coincidence there are approximately a hundred billion stars in our local universe, the Milky Way. So for every man who has ever lived, in this Universe there shines a star.       But every one of those stars is a sun, often far more brilliant and glorious than the small, nearby star we call the Sun. And many - perhaps most - of those alien suns have planets circling them. So almost certainly there is enough land in the sky to give every member of the human species, back to the first ape-man, his own private, world-sized heaven - or hell.       How many of those potential heavens and hells are now inhabited, and by what manner of creatures, we have no way of guessing; the very nearest is a million times farther away than Mars or Venus, those still remote goals of the next generation. But the barriers of distance are crumbling; one day we shall meet our equals, or our masters, among the stars.       Men have been slow to face this prospect; some still hope that it may never become reality. Increasing numbers, however, are asking: “Why have such meetings not occurred already, since we ourselves are about to venture into space?”       Why not, indeed? Here is one possible answer to that very reasonable question. But please remembert this is only a work of fiction.       The truth, as always, will be far stranger.