is this something??
seen from Malaysia
seen from Maldives
seen from United States
seen from Brazil

seen from Malaysia
seen from China

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from China
seen from Philippines
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from United States
is this something??
the end of the night.
Dennis walked to the door of his apartment and saw that the number placard had fallen off yet again. He picked it up from the floor and pushed it back onto the sticky tack. "I really need to ask Missus Jameson if I can just screw this in place."
"I have a power drill you can borrow if you need," Robby said.
Dennis side-eyed him. "You think I don't have my own?"
"Do you?" Robby asked.
"Well, no. I'm broke," Dennis replied. "But I totally could. And would."
Robby chuckled. "Maybe I'll buy you one for your birthday."
Dennis turned towards Robby with a shy smile. "Right... Well, um, thanks for dinner. And walking me to my door. You didn't have to do that."
"Bubbe raised a gentleman," Robby said. "At least, when she raised me, she did. After failing the first time around."
Dennis laughed softly.
They both stood there awkwardly for a few seconds and then they both tried to talk again at the same time.
"Sorry, go ahead," Dennis said.
"Uh, I was just gonna say goodnight," Robby said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He gave Dennis an expectant look. "Unless you...?"
Dennis shook his head, shuffling his sneaker over a loose thread of carpet on the floor. "No. I was gonna say bye too."
"Right..." Robby said. He started to move, almost as if he was going in for a hug, but he stopped and pulled back. "Goodnight, Dennis."
"Goodnight, Robby."
Robby turned and walked away, kind of slowly, glancing back when he opened the door to the stairwell.
Dennis waved to him.
He smiled and waved back. And then he left.
Dennis walked inside, ignoring Trinity and Garcia's teasing, and went right to his room, flopping down face-first on his bed to overthink every single second of the entire night.
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so i put some more onion headlines onto pokémon
and hey do y’all remember when the anime did whatever the hell this is because i sure do
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 8, Part 9.
suit pt 2 (?) (Perhaps 1.5)
(Pt 1 I guess?)
oh teehee I'm in a silly goofy mood (I am hanging on by a fucking thread)
And I'm on my way to believing.
Fell down the malevolent hole (Arthur style)