Much has been made of those old grand gestures of romance. To die for someone. To kill for someone. To hand over your whole heart, to ruin your life, to pluck the stars from the sky and place them in your lover's palm.
But when you're working with characters who actually can easily kill and die and be thrown into Big Dramatic Moments at the drop of a hat, it's much much funnier (and apt) to go in the other direction.
They would do the unthinkable. The impossible! The only thing that could further soil their blood-soaked hands!
They would... do the dishes for them.
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"the father son duo of all time" one is fifteen and the other is eleven. those are kids at the park
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I admire Jere’s commitment to releasing songs that would be fun to hear in a bar AND fun (and loud enough) to listen to while vacuuming/doing chores in my home.
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everyone talks about cryptids and demons and lost souls in the deep dark pacific northwest woods, but i'm here to tell you: it's the ants that are the real fucking horror story out here.
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i just know that at some point lestat saw queen perform live and went home to his coffin and cried himself to sleep because deep down he knew he would never serve as much cunt as flawlessly and beautifully as freddie mercury
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i could not make this up. was sitting on my back deck having a cry after therapy and one of the tenants in the big building next door stuck her head out the window and yelled down to me "hey! i'm moving out tonight, do you want a free carpet cleaner?" and it was a bissell little green. only clean freaks will understand why i started crying harder
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The only real problem I have with new Trek is the lack of carpeting, with all the space battles throwing everyone around you'd think they would want to hang on to the soft cushion of low pile flooring
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An insight into were my mind goes sometimes while I try to literally get shit done:
So I read a fanfic yesterday (not tmnt) and a song is referred to in this fic so I look up the song which leads to my brain composing a tmnt ficlet? drabble? That I might or might not write but I kinda like it so maybe, while listening to this song and I'm like. feelings. So I check out the songs of the album and mh now I have two new albums in my collection its getting late and the words are still crawling over the wrinkles of my brain while I lie down and think maybe, just maybe I should write shit down but I am sleepy and then I wake up today; the words are still present and I try to go about my day, get some housework done while listening to both the album while daydreaming about plotpoints for something else entirely and yet the underlying buzz is still that ficlet from yesterday.
Three different things to juggle in my head while physically going through the motions it is one of those multitask days apparently.
And then I pause because I kinda... I kinda like the idea of Leo and chess and stuff okay.
And my head is like "can you put a chess metaphor line in that ficlet we are not writing?"
And now my head laser focuses on this throwaway line and I'm... starting to look up shit and now I am trying to pro and contra whether you can apply the phrase "kings gambit" or "queens gambit" to the rottmnt movie anyhow.
I am still very much on board with the drive to clean and I would like to get back to it hence why I write this post so I can get back to it and leave this thoughts to simmer here on my blog while I do that.
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