Sometimes a family can be a boy, his emotionally unavailable badass of a mother, and their reprogrammed cyborg killing machine from the future.
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Sometimes a family can be a boy, his emotionally unavailable badass of a mother, and their reprogrammed cyborg killing machine from the future.
Gothmog: I think Thuri and Mairon are talking about us.
Melkor: No they’re not. Don’t be so paranoid.
Gothmog: They’re pointing at us and laughing!
sometimes i wish i lived in a coffeshop au :(
There’s too many people in this city I am trying to avoid
and this all happened within the past few months haha fml
my life is a fuckin rom-com just minus the rom part
You know how in a sitcom you will have two friends who share all details of each others lives, but then are living separate A and B plots over the course of an episode?
For example, the A plot involves a divorced character with a complicated relationship with a married man and then the B plot involves a perpetually single person who is finally dating someone. The A plot character has never met the guy the B plot character is dating and the B plot character has never met the married man in A plot character's life. The person in the B plot attends a wedding of her date's friend and, at the reception, the married man from the A plot and his wife are seated across from the character in the B plot.
And this seems like nothing more than a convenient plot device that would never happen in real life, right? Wrong. These things happen.
Conclusion to the Salmon Paper Saga
I sent a very long winded email my teacher to tell that I wouldn’t have my paper done and why I’m having issues with it.
I got her reply three minutes later, and it pretty much said: “Umm... I gave you an extension on that a week ago. You still have plenty of time.”
So yay! :D
Now I can finally stop panicking about my paper, and start panicking about putting Francis back together in time.