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@tilltheworldblowsup
~introduction~
hi! Iâm Cel and my pronouns are she/her! a few of the things I love are Shadow and Bone, Community, ASOUE, Agents of Shield, Marvel, BTVS, Greyâs Anatomy, Castle and Skulduggery Pleasant! this blog has no point to it, I will rant about anything random here! feel free to talk to me :)
great comet 2013 PLEASE
would trade my entire collection of boots if anyone has the 2013 video great comet bootleg please please please
this is driving me insane i have seen people say it exists but it was taken off YouTube itâs my literal dream
does anyone have an into the woods 2022/2023 bootleg with Phillipa Soo as Cinderella?? literally desperate to see it
nothing will ever amaze me the way fanfiction authors do. like, you wrote silly little stories about my favorite little guys? and i can read them?? for free??? thatâs fucking wild.
you poured your heart and soul and very being into your writing and then put it out there for anyone to read? insane.
you spend a truly incredible amount of time writing novel-length, high quality stories, again, FOR FREE, that anyone can read, again, FOR FREE??
shoutout to every single fic author in existence, you guys are fucking incredible and i love all of you so much
I think the funniest dynamic for arranged-marriage royalty would be a queen who came here 100% prepared to murder her future husband and rule as a widow queen in her own right, only to discover that the king is autistic as hell and responds to her wish to rule with "oh thank god please do, I don't want to be bothered by these people. I can just tell them to go bother you instead, if you really want that. I've got beetles I wanted to study."
i'm the prettiest poison you've ever seen đș
Please please please I know we all love Friends and Chandler was our favourite character and Matthew always put a smile on our faces and thatâs all amazing but can we please please please talk about this:
âI've had a lot of ups and downs in my life. I'm still working through it personally, but the best thing about me is that if an alcoholic or drug addict comes up to me and says, 'Will you help me?' I will always say, 'Yes, I know how to do that. I will do that for you, even if I can't always do it for myself! So I do that, whenever I can. In groups, or one on one.
And I created the Perry House in Malibu, a sober-living facility for men. I also wrote my play The End of Longing, which is a personal message to the world, an exaggerated form of me as a drunk. I had something important to say to people like me, and to people who love people like me.
When I die, I know people will talk about Friends, Friends, Friends. And I'm glad of that, happy l've done some solid work as an actor, as well as given people multiple chances to make fun of my struggles on the world wide web...
but when I die, as far as my so-called accomplishments go, it would be nice if Friends were listed far behind the things I did to try to help other people.
I know it won't happen, but it would be nice.â
- Matthew Langford Perry
(August 19, 1969 - October 28, 2023)
listen I LOVE Ellen Greene's Audrey (<33333333) but Kerry Butler's Audrey is my mipy. my scrunkle scrimblo. my blorbo from my plant show
*touching his extremely defined six pack* who did this to you.....
*gently lifting a cup of water to his lips* it's going to be okay. *choking back tears* just a few more sips and then we'll get you a sandwich...
Reblog to give a glass of water to every dehydrated actor with shrink wrapped abs whose life was endangered for a shirtless scene
reblog to shrink wrap their director forever
I legit feel like this when I see those ripped bodies. Like, "who asked you to be abused like this?" I hope we stop forever soon, for both women and men. Let them be.
all of this to say i get why they went with olivia but the god tier choice would have been to have 2013 giles married to ethan, who isnât in the audio drama nor is he ever present in the horrible weird magic shop they own (full of like sleight of hand and card tricks and stuff ethan intentionally picked to drive giles insane) because he and giles have an agreement that sometimes he will go out and Do Things and to keep their insane little marriage functional giles cannot ask any questions about what those things are or else there will be a repeat of the 2008 incident where someone may or may not have flatlined. so ethan never shows up and every time someone asks about his husband giles is like âplease just fucking shut upâ
maybe this is what i want for post canon giles actually. seriously unwell marriage to ethan where they run a magic shop that giles hates. i think when gay marriage becomes legal in the us ethan shows up and proposes and giles is like âok :)â and buffy is like WAS HE NOT IN FEDERAL PRISON???? DO YOU NOT HAVE THINGS TO TALK ABOUT???? and giles is like yes. the honeymoon. we also need to set a date
Reblog if you're black tumblr.
You donât have to be black, it just means you support us, you stand by us and your for us.
BLM is still a thing. If you donât reblog this, but wouldâve in June/July you were only in support of black lives when it was a trend. They still need justice
I stand by you, with you, and behind you.
Pampérigouste escaped today and I almost didn't make a post about it because it's just more of the same isn't it? do people who read this blog really want to hear about yet another Pampe escape? Then I thought, that's like asking if people who read detective novels really want to hear about yet another mysterious murder. Probably yes. Also Pampe would have been offended to have such a successful escape go unreported.
I would like to say that my new fence is still fully Pampe-proof. She has not escaped a single time through breaking or outsmarting the fence, so now she does it by outsmarting me. Which doesn't happen all that often, because we are intellectual equals. But I let my guard down this morningâI'd just peeled some greenhouse carrots to make purĂ©e and I went into the pasture to distribute the peelings even though it was raining (see how I got punished for my selflessness?), and I left the gate open because I was right in front of it, obstructing it with my body.
Pampe dropped her carrot peelings and acted like she couldn't find them even though they were right under her feet, so I took pity on her and crouched down to gather them and offer them to her again (see how I'm getting punished for my compassion??) and she took advantage of this diversion. In the span of 0.2 seconds she slithered around me and she was out. It was a little bit beautiful. I don't know if you remember this photo of Pampe & Pyrgus, but it's a perfect illustration of what happened:
I sighed and ignored her and finished distributing the peelings to the other animals, and then went to the barn to get muesli to lure my nuisance back to her pasture. After escaping she initially ran towards the woods, but since I ignored her the whole time, she emerged from the woods when I returned, like, wait, did you notice I escaped? Behind your back, just earlier? Did you notice how I won and you lost?
It shouldn't have been difficult to get her back into the pasture with the help of her favourite snack; unfortunately Pampoldine is still a big baby who was distraught that her mum had left her behind yet again (she should be used to it, honestly, it's been like this since she was an infant), she started making these little panicky noises that Pampe has never paid any attention toâ
âso when I propped the gate open with a branch to get Pampe back inside, Poldine hurried out instead. I wasn't expecting this, I thought it was clear that I had the situation under control and her mum would be back in 5 seconds. You could have just waited 5 seconds, Poldine.
Pampelune had no interest in escaping, but she's the matriarch and where her herd goes, she goes, so once the other two were out she barrelled past me as well. I opened the gate to bring 1 llama in and instead 2 llamas went out. Pirlouit besides me was like
For some reason the llamas galloped towards the road, instead of just hanging out in the woods where there's stuff to eat. Maybe because Pampe hadn't gone out in a long time and she wanted to be admired for her feat. Her wish was grantedâ2 cars stopped to say hi as I was miserably trotting after my llamas on the road in the rain. One of them was the post office lady who once herded my animals out of a pasture with her car, and she was like hop in, it'll be like old times!!!
The two people who stopped their car were enchanted with the encounter and they both told me that they missed the days when Pampe Sightings on this road were a regular thing. No one sides with my fence in the Pampe v. Fence conflict. I love the post office lady though, she had a Niagara song playing in her car when I got in and a minute later I muttered "I'll sell her to the butcher" and she started singing "Pampe âȘ Je vais devoir te vendre au boucher â«" to the tune of that song. It fit the tune really well, too.
After we managed to get the llamas off the main road and back in the woods, she was like, godspeed, I wish I could continue chasing them with you but I have to go make lunch for my kids. I told her that now that the llamas were no longer on the road I'd just let them roam, they'll come home before night, no way I'm going to chase after them in the woods in this dog weather. So I went home and grumpily resumed peeling carrots and potatoes for my mash.
I sat in front of the window to do it so I could keep an eye on Pirlouit, who was wandering around the pasture like a cursed soul, drenched with rain, lonely and llamaforsaken. Sometimes he brayed to try and guide his friends back home, wherever they were, but he never brayed while I was filming. His braying is a poignant display of emotion and is not for public consumption.
I figured, if the llamas come back Pirou will spot them and perk up his immense ears, and I'll know to go out and open the gate. Instead at some point I looked up from my potatoes and saw my donkey finally at peace, grazing rather than pacing restlessly, and I went to look outside and his friends were back! And so was his appetite.
I had new peelings + some muesli to offer, but of course Pampe could tell this offering was a crude and blatant trap and refused to fall for it. Meanwhile her innocent daughter was like yay, snacks :) and followed me in the pasture, a llama entirely devoid of wiles.
After I got Poldine back inside I went like WELL since NOBODY else wants that delicious MUESLI I guess these deserving chickens can have itâand Pampe was here in the blink of an eye to shoo the hens away from her muesli.
She was grudgingly smiling about it, too. Like, point for you.
I love this pic where my chicken looks like she's herding the animals back in their pasture all by herself.
Everyone is home! Pampe and Pandolf are walking away in search of new adventures, Poldine follows her mum because of her abandonment issues, and Pirlouit is also following everyone very closely, like, I'm not getting left behind again.
I finally managed to cook my mashed carrots & potatoes (+ herbs from the greenhouse) and it's so nice to make food with nothing but ingredients you grew yourself! (To be completely honest I only managed to grow 3 carrots in the past few months but that's because I neglected them in pursuit of more flashy summer vegetables)
I also had an apple-plum compote for dessert made with my own fruit <3 Okay, the cheese course in between was store-bought. One of my friends really wants me to get goats and be self-sufficient in cheese and when I told her I would be constantly chasing my goats over hill and dale because they have a reputation to be insufferable escape artists she was like, what difference will it make to your life...
about fucking time
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Heather: I could fuck you up right here, right now, Sawyer. *moment of silence* Veronica: Ok. *takes off jacket.* FULL STEAM AHEAD, TAKE THIS DEAD GIRL WALKING. Heather: *flustered* THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT-
jeff winger the type of guy to be with his friends, having a few brewskis, laugh lightly, and say "i needed this."
troy the type of guy to call his friends and say "no you hang up!! stop!!" over and over until someone finally hangs up
annie the type of girl to say "no more nice annie" when she gets really mad
britta the type of girl to go up to a rabid dog and say "look at me. this isn't you. don't do this." and then get bitten, causing her to get rabies
abed the type of guy to walk away slowly with a polka dot bag on a stick and look sadly into the distance when he gets evicted
shirley the type of girl to play gta and stop at the red lights
the dean the type of guy to pick petals in a field and say "he loves me, he loves me not" about jeff
frankie the type of girl to say "good talk" when she says hi to someone on the street and they don't respond
chang the type of guy to say "you're about to get some knuckle sandwich" (probably 'knuckle changwich') in a fight and then get the shit beaten out of him
Buffy finds photos of her mom. Watercolour on paper.
I didnât appreciate Jenny as much as I should have upon my first watch but when I rewatch Buffy I definitely appreciate her more. What she and Giles could have had brings me pain đ
