#DINNER IS SERVED GIRLS

[boyleblr]

ANTHONY BOYLE as BRENDAN HUGHES in the SAY NOTHING (2024) trailer (x)

[blossoms-phan]

blah blah blah…

proper name… place name… backstory stuff

[duahauuoplanh]

It wasn't just the plate that's broken in pieces in that very moment.

[bright-and-burning]

can’t sleep bc i accidentally started a discussion w The Contrarian in the group chat that started w her saying romantic relationships feel contrived to her bc you have to actively seek them out (to which i was like. what life are you living where romance is the only thing you have to actively seek out) and now has me trying to carefully explain how i think of romantic relationships bc she said she sees them as “super deep existential woah” and i was like yeah no that’s not how i see them. and she was like well how DO you see them? which is a wildly (and shockingly) vulnerable thing to try to explain in a group chat of college friends (including an ex and at least one person you Almost dated 😭). stuck between “if it isn’t fun what’s the point?” and “uhhh. domestic not existential?” which means sleep is not coming until i figure out how to put this into words. rip to morning eve who has WORK

[kindahoping4forever]

An Important Update coming out of Lisbon tonight

[imgonnabethatone]

Okay, but for the purposes of comedy.

Philza can't cook for shit. He hates cooking, he doesn't bother with anything more complicated than a jacket potato. If there is a task related to food, he lets Chayanne do it. If he is forced to cook, then he does the sloppiest job imaginable. The result is filling, and it might even be edible, but just barely.

However, Philza can make a mean drink. If a guest comes over, then they won't ask him for food, but they will gladly have a cup of whatever he has at the moment. For Cellbit, black coffee is always ready (he is rarely around and has plenty, but it's mostly about being a good host, anyway), for Tallulah - a cup of sugary chamomille tea, and so on. Only, like, four people on the whole island know that he doesn't care for the stuff, and still makes it like he's had much practice. He doesn't.

He also doesn't have patience for cocktails, but when the needs must (for example, to get his team so fucked up on booze that they straight up stop feeling pain), he brews some wicked cider and then makes it even more alcoholic, because why wouldn't he, really. It still tastes good, somehow.

It's the most annoying talent he has ever possessed. He will never use it after the Purgatory. For now, though, it might just help them survive.

[brainrotcharacters]

rewatching episode 6: girl dinner

i know luffy's literally a wet dog on the floor but sanji

sanji

actually took off his dress shirt to get luffy out of the water. why? is that shirt actually ridiculously expensive? fragile? clearly he doesn't care that his pants and shoes got soaked through. why is the shirt different?

[quillkiller]

no but if i have to see the term girl-anything ever again i think i will kill myself

[akkivee]

as for me myself and i, winning is all i know lmao

[nonhosbattii]

Seguitemi per altri consigli su come non condurre uno stile di vita sano e un alimentazione equilibrata

[hauntingblue]

Rhaenys whispering on rhaenyra's ear to contact alicent akdjsksjsksn gay gay homosexual gay

[nymphnana]

[walterdecourceys]

ok goodnight. i actually had an amazing time what the hell

[foolishonegirlies]

SERVING DAY AND NIGHT❗❗‼️📣📣🔥💪🫡

[cerezaflavor]

[medicus-felini]

@waxgentleman asked: The artist, adorned with fake black cat ears turns to her while holding a clipboard. “ Too much? ” Galdino dares to ask; after turning Victoria Punk into a whole carnival of decoration with white, golden and black balloons and exotic plants tied to many places. Was it on the budget? Who cared. Any celebration would surely waste their treasure on alcohol, why not use it instead on a mink’s traditional inspired buffet? and.. well the cat ears was his idea. It was cute, even if he had to pay certain crew members to use it.  “ Well.. the 9 layered cake maybeeee be a little too much, ga ne. You know, nine lives. Fu ha ha ha. ” He covers half of his face with papers, cheeks turning into a deep red. A hand scratched behind his head. “ It—it’s the birthday of.. the woman I love, ga ne. I had to make it memorable! ” He takes a step to the side, giving a peek to all sides to see if no one was passing by. Not that what they had needed to be hidden—he was just a timid man. Galdino’s expression softens as he leans his face closer, a gentle smile that is only destined for the one that stole his heart. He steals a tender kiss as his hand carefully rests over her side of the face. “ H—Happy birthday! My only and eternal Muse. I love you, ga ne. ”

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      𝐓𝐡𝐢𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝐚𝐧𝐪𝘂𝐢𝐥𝐢𝘁𝘆 𝐨𝐧 𝘁𝐡𝐞 𝘀𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝘄𝐚𝘀 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝘂𝘀𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝘂𝐧𝘂𝘀𝘂𝐚𝐥.      Galdino was nowhere to be found for almost the whole morning, not even mentioning yesterday. There was a hint of suspicion that crossed her mind that the artist might be onto something. Maybe he planned something regarding the mink's birthday. And, oh, how surprising, plan he did.

The gentle clicks of her heels announce Linn's arrival in such a subtle and typical way. Her eyes bound to the balloons first, then the huge cake, menacingly sitting there and probably being the most amazing display of someone's baking skills the Punk had seen since there were only some wooden boards at the harbor. That scene in front of the mink steals every word she wanted to utter. Her mouth hangs open. That was anything but to be expected.

After blue orbs have drank in this monster of a cake, eyes shift towards the man himself. The very one who was obviously responsible for all the decor and the idea behind it. Cat ears   ?   An amused chuckle vibrates in the doctor's throat. What a silly little guy. It appears he means well. How would he mean anything else   ?   

A finger taps against black fake fur, nudging the accessory on Galdino's head.

     ❝ Did anybody ever tell you how insane you are   ?   ❞     A soft nuzzle against Mr. 3's cheek, that lady was softly beaming with a smile wider than anything he had seen before, probably. The former Baroque worker clearly put all his thoughts into the little details, like the whole nine layers, as an homage to a cat's nine lives. A creative mind through and through. And, oh, to be called his muse. Linn certainly would never get tired of that aspect of their relationship.

     ❝ I love you more. I don't deserve to have you on this ship. Nobody does. You are . . . my dearest treasure. ❞     It almost sounds a bit too emotional. Too sentimental as these words are whispered against Galdino's cheekbone.

                    ❝ Thank you, my sweet. Even though you traveling along with us is enough of a present already, I could not be more grateful for everything you did. ❞