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they were CRUEL for that

That Season 2 V-day Slow Burn goodness

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jam jam jam jam jam

JAM!

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I am obsessed with the fact that Michael Schur has done the same exact pairing of sunshine protagonist x anxious storm cloud love interest for 4 different shows now and it is wonderful every single time

(The love interest’s level of anxiety also increases with every iteration)

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ARCANE WHEN I CATCH YOU

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English added by me :)

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fire quote honestly best quote ive seen this year hands down

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Hey, no homo, but I am sitting on the broken swing set out back in the perfect, quiet, 2:00am blackness and picturing the softness of your voice and the darkness of your eyes with such perfect and terrible clarity that it feels like I'm choking on my own heartbeat.

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there's probably a german or japanese word out there that means that exact thing.

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a comic about fix-it fanfics

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I'm back with another crack meme, let's see how well this one does

If it does as well as my New Yorker Post then I'll make a navigation list for the memes :D

Bonus:

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Hey remember how Noir is an anti-fascist from 1933

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This is my friend, John Watson

Is it any wonder that Sherlock is rather off-hand with John through much of The Blind Banker, after emphatically calling John his friend in front of his old uni enemy Sebastian Wilkes, only to be corrected, by John, who equally emphatically refers to himself as Sherlock's colleague. Not John's finest moment. But then he'd started the day with a row with a chip and pin machine.

(My clip)

That little hurt look as John walks past him is so ouchy.

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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.