Thinking about Wade just running into a wall and Logan snapping his head around like "What the fuck are you doing !?"
Only for Wade to shake his head and hold it straight like some kind of cartoon charater. "Sorry! The player pushed the wrong button." And as he's stomping away, he's looking at the wall like "Really guys!? Infront of the Wolverine!? You're so embarrassing !!" Through grit teeth.
Logan blinks, and Al's like "Yeah he's just like that sometimes."
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shoutout to the mutuals i never talk to. shoutout to the mutuals who i silently reblog stuff from and who silently reblog stuff from me. shoutout to the mutuals who i don't have the balls to reach out to. shoutout to the mutuals i was once close with but now we are merely coexisting. i see you. i appreciate you
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Most people will tell you that giving your pets any kind of medication in pill form is an absolute nightmare, meanwhile I have the exact opposite problem.
A friend of mine was watching my cat Mim while I was travelling this weekend and when he went to split her weekly allergy pill (made to split into 4 small pills when you press down on it with a finger) to give her the usual 1/4, he fumbled it and sent it skittering across the floor where my ridiculous pill-loving menace of cat immediately gobbled down the whole thing, leading to me receiving a panicked phone call at 11 pm from said friend who was understandably freaking out (everyone’s fine, a single high dose won’t cause any problems as long as it’s just this once).
Behold: the villain herself, basking in the success of her crime (she’d be planning her next pill-related heist but, as you can see if you look closely, there’s there’s nothing but elevator music behind those eyes)
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mike flannagan essentially saying that greed and capitalism and the hunger for money (not borne out of a need for safety and contentment, but for power and the urge for more) is death to an artist. that poetry and truth and art cannot live in tandem with greed. that they are anathema to the duplicitous, treasonous and covetous nature of the wealthy and gluttonous.
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Don’t mind me just having my weekly cry thinking about Lucien wrapping Solstice gifts for everyone when he knows he won’t get one in return.
Like just imagine him sitting on the floor with scissors and tape making sure the creases are perfect and tying little bows on top 😭
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I just don’t want to feel anything anymore. I’m tired, drained, exhausted. Just let me die already.
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