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my favorite face award goes to this man.
11.08.19 | Angel di Maria goal vs Nimes (Mbappé assist)
Jon Stewart Ribs Stephen For His Recent Language
Hey, INTP mod. Is Nick Crompton your dad?
Is England my city? Yes and yes
Tony Stark is the type of person who would meticulously research corny dad jokes on the internet just so he can recite them to Peter during Superhero Outings and embarrass him.
@tymptir said : ❝ there is goodness in the heart of every broken man. ❞ from beric ( sleeping at last sentence starters : accepting )
𝙸𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙸𝚂𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃'𝚂 𝙴𝙰𝚂𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙶, not too long ago, not much older than Anguy himself. he scrunches up his nose a little, while a grin takes form on his mouth, out of a habit he can’t shake and that betrays his youth even more than the beard he is not really able to grow on his face. and it’s not the usual prelude to a jab, it’s quieter, more subdued —— there is no follow up laugh, see ? there is no turning around to check if one of the others is backing him up on this. it’s a weird sort of feeling, this warmth spreading in his chest, it doesn’t really come with a reason, to be honest : the truth is, this is as familiar as laughing at one of the absurd stories Thoros likes to go off about, the sort of wise stuff he has come to expect from Beric at this point. « you talkin’ about yourself ? ‘cause you’re not. » okay, he slips in just a bit of teasing, with a pause right here at the end, no harm in that, right ? « broken, I mean. » Beric is the closest thing to a hero, to him, so of course he sees things as he wants to, and not as they truly are. he doesn’t see the cracks, not yet, only the unrelenting drive and his impressive score against death, the inspiring words.
Just once, I’d love it if my dad decided to actually answer my question instead of going for a stupid joke when I ask him things.
Me: *points at small brown loaf of bread excitedly* is that banana bread?
Dad: no it’s broccoli.
My bro: huh?
Me:
Me, in horror and disbelief: broccoli bread??!!?
My dad: yeah the neighbors made it and brought it over.
Me, again: BROCCOLI BREAD???!!!!???
My dad: yes this is obviously broccoli
My brother: I made that joke like five minutes ago it’s not funny
Me: !?!??? WHAT IS IT?!?????!!!??
My dad, laughing: it’s pumpkin bread
Me: *barely suppresses the urge to kill a man*