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Cosmic Funnies
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Xuebing Du

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Love Begins
KIROKAZE
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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@thatsnotrelevant
wasted away again in margaritaville
"congress investigating now :) but i stay silly :3" is honestly such a serve I've been thinking "but i stay silly :3" all day... holy fucking bingle
Congratulations for EEAAO for their Oscars 2023 nominations!!
The inherent homoeroticism of killing your enemy and immediately regretting it
It’s about rage, it’s about obsession, it’s about making that two-person war your entire raison d’être. It’s about loving and mistaking it for hatred and loving and loving and loving to the point of destruction. His or yours, it doesn’t matter. And you think seeing him dead at your feet will make you feel better, but all you feel is a whole lot of nothing.
I had a dream where Jerma was being sued and streamed the deposition hearing and chat just looked like this the whole time
sweet dreams
the public begs me to stop but i know no mercy
Look alive, we detected a surge of girls nearby.
Girls inbound. Get ready!
Wave 1/10
This post sure as hell became relevant in an unplanned and unforseen way due to the surge of sexbots as of late, huh.
Ryan: Did you ever try and summon Bloody Mary when you were a child?
Shane: No, it’s just bullshit.
Ryan: Not even as a child?
Shane: No, I was like, “That’s bullshit.”
Ryan: Did you ever have any kind of fun?
Shane: Yeah, I had a lot of fun; I ate worms.
Ryan: [Overlapping] Other than - other than getting…. What? Wh-what?
Shane: I ate, fuckin’ - I ate worms.
Ryan: Like Simba?
Shane: I ate worms, I ate bugs, I ate, uh, junebugs. I ate, um, cicadas. You ever eat ants?
Ryan: [Staring at Shane in silence]
My current favourite tiktok trend is the one where people wrap presents to look like something they’re not and some people get ridiculous with it
Like:
✨The dedication ✨
Look at all this ones tho ajdkakdka
The Lincoln County, MO Drug Task Force arrested a pirate.
When arrested he begged to walk the plank, he decorated a pontoon to sell drugs from. Which he required customers to say, “Ahoy matey, I come to purchase ye party favors.”
His nickname was Red Beard.
KING SHIT FR
not your typical lockup.
katniss in book 3: my childrens playground is built on dead bodies and bones, i never wanted children but peeta convinced me, i will never heal from what happened to me. the end
me reading that shit at 15:
I mean, she did explicitly want children. She was just determined to never have them because she didn’t feel it was fair to have kids who might be forced to enter the Hunger Games and after her involvement in the games she feared kids would be used against her. Her having children at the end means she thinks they can have a future.
Edit: The Hunger Games are about a world where violent revolution was nessecary and justified but the war was not glorious and caused pain and trauma to people involved. In having children the epilogue tells us that Katniss believes the revolution made things better even though she will always be scarred from the experience.
Reblogging this vers bc ppl in the notes have the coldest fucking takes the ending of mockingjay was Susan Collins realizing what you, the reader, needed to see was the fact Katniss’ trauma doesnt just magically heal or go away Katniss doesn’t just get the perfect life with a husband and two kids but rather her and Peeta spend years healing and working through their traumas and helping each other recover in a very realistic way and then she chooses to have kids because she finally feels like not only will her and Peeta have futures but that their kids wont be in danger merely from existing. Hunger Games has such a good and realistic portrayal of heavy topics and shows a great deal about handling depression, anxiety, and PTSD and the ppl in the notes somehow missed these fact the end knows you don’t want to just see everything be magically okay. Like if you want a shitty epilogue that doesn’t acknowledge that recovering from something like this isnt perfect and takes time just go read Deathly Hollows again lol
Epilogue:
They play in the Meadow. The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and gray eyes, struggling to keep up with her on his chubby toddler legs. It took five, ten, fifteen years for me to agree. But Peeta wanted them so badly. When I first felt her stirring inside of me, I was consumed with a terror that felt as old as life itself. Only the joy of holding her in my arms could tame it. Carrying him was a little easier, but not much.
The questions are just beginning. The arenas have been completely destroyed, the memorials built, there are no more Hunger Games. But they teach about them at school, and the girl knows we played a role in them. The boy will know in a few years. How can I tell them about that world without frightening them to death? My children, who take the words of the song for granted:
Deep in the meadow, under the willow
A bed of grass, a soft green pillow
Lay down your head,and close your sleepy eyes
And when again they open, the sun will rise.
Here it’s safe, here it’s warm
Here the daisies guard you from every harm
Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true
Here is the place where I love you.
My children, who don’t know they play on a graveyard.
Peeta says it will be okay. We have each other. And the book. We can make them understand in a way that will make them braver. But one day I’ll have to explain about my nightmares. Why they came. Why they won’t ever really go away.
I’ll tell them how I survive it. I’ll tell them that on bad mornings, it feels impossible to take pleasure in anything because I’m afraid it could be taken away. That’s when I make a list in my head of every act of goodness I’ve seen someone do. It’s like a game. Repetitive. Even a little tedious after more than twenty years.
But there are much worse games to play.
THE END