#mrobs

[ozziesdisco]

OSWALD CAN I TELL YOU A FUN FACT

YESHH TELLETHHH

[ozziesdisco]

this marathi director made this film called Sairaat which everyone loved so fucking much it blew up and everyone loved this one song called zingaat and then bollywood people thought 'hey look free money' and remade that film and named it dhadak and just fucking remade the song as well

omg i've heard of Sairaat from one of my marathi friends

she slandered dhadak ("it did not capture the feeling of the actual movie, they mad it pointless") and it was lowkey hilarious to listen to her go off like that

also i'm listening to the song rn and oh my god they literally put the exact tune to the song wfhsdgjhdsgviygfyir

[the--sinful--lot-blog]

[T E X T]

Zel: Nysos I know you're pissed buddy, but be honest, would you rather I hurt her more by rejecting her? I did it to make her feel better about herself... You only have yourself to blame.

Nysos: You're lucky I can't kill you. But you're fucking dead to me.

Zel: Very well.

[sharp--little--boy-blog]

Meg? Elouise? We have a plot to finish guyyys

[sharp--little--boy-blog]

I COME BACK TO THAT!?!?!?!?!

Hailey you could have let me know we were up to thiiiiis >.< Dying for meg omg :(

[stupidpinkhat]

m-robs, & abadmoonrisin wished upon a wand.

☾☆☽; — No words. Just a sort of longing stare at the other. Timmy figured he was cute enough to pull this off without getting responses too harsh, and without seeming creepy. And if things got too awkward in this little café he could just up and leave, yeah? It was kind of funny, seeing people's various reactions to finding someone staring at them. 

                 Sheesh, Timmy really needed a hobby.                                                                                Or a mate.

[officerfriendlygrimes]

If I could be somebody else || CLOSED

Rick was fed up of finding nothing, of getting no where with his family. They were no where to be found, no matter how hard he looked, he could never seem to find them. Atlanta was the only place for him to go, the only place that was rumoured to have a safe house they were bound to be staying in. They took the photo albums, they were still alive. It hadn't taken Rick that long to get there, he got there on his feet, not able to find a single horse to carry him to the city. When he arrived the town was infested with walkers and he had no other choice but to hide out in a small corner store. Little did he know a survivor was nestled safely inside. He stood there, eyes pinned on the brunette. "Hey there."

[theirlosthope-archive]

+m-robs

Ceiro leaned against the bar, a small glass in his hand as he took a sip. The tall Welsh man scanned his eyes across the club. He didn't know what to do next, but then he spotted it. Swiftly moving past a woman, he caught her wallet in his hands. Looking at her sitting at the bar, he walked back and pressed it next to her hand, "Keep this in better keeping, dear, someone could come along and steal it." He said plainly.