#i don’t know

[hersheysmcboom]

That’s a good question, if Hamas really care about palestine so much, why don’t they ask for the doctors and journalists and the 700 children Israel arrested? Just more poof that Hamas have never have and never will care about the Palestinian people

this is who you make glib jokes about releasing. people who would do this again and have after being released from prison in previous deals.

our hostages should have been released oct 8 2023 with no prisoner exchange. fuck hamas. stop enabling them with gross jokes.

[heylittleriotact]

Cheering myself up in my sickbed by imagining a younger Emmrich Petty-As-Fuck Volkarin innocently suggesting to a particularly stubborn poltergeist that it should manifest in the estate of the same Nevarran noble who coincidentally looked down their nose at him at a salon last week and tutted something sardonically about “New Money” before lamenting “The direction society is headed” and said noble never getting a moment of peace again because that poltergeist LOVES to party.

[doodl3b3ans]

Donna reads books. We all know this. But I feel like she mainly reads books about geography and plants. Let me explain.

She has many books about plants and how to identify and take care of them. And she probably has books about history and Italian history. Cook books for sure. And books about nature and other animal or plants or history books.

Yea?

[astra-terrapin]

Children say out-of-pocket things sometimes. Charmy is not an exception.

[frogmoisturethief]

me when the, uh. cheese

[toruland]

i think one of the best parts about dating sylus would have to be how understanding/mature he is.

like when im feeling undesirable, weak, inadequate, etc., he gets that it’s not something you just say “no you’re not!!! you’re great/beautiful/whatever” to, and instantly, im gonna be like “wow you’re so right! i am great”

he’d get that years of such thinking can’t be changed overnight or fixed with one sentence

like of course, no one wants the love of their life to feel like that, but still. he wouldn’t let me wallow in it, but he would also give me the space to be able to have my own opinion about myself.

[quibbs126]

My brain has decided now that Orion and D-16 had been playing some co-op game together during their mining days (someone decided to toss out their old gaming console and one of the two got a hold of it and at least one game for it), and they’d gotten far into it but had never gotten around to beating the final boss

And then the events of the movie happened, meaning the game is now left forever unfinished. Don’t know who ultimately ends up with it (probably Optimus but maybe Megatron swiped it at some point), but they never mustered the courage to either continue without the other, or just erase or overwrite the file. So it sits, forever unfinished. Maybe one day the credits will roll, but no one knows for sure

[hedwigoprah]

Something about Bellara’s character design reminds me of Total Drama Island.

This feels like a niche cross over.

[sunnythedawg]

[doodlecrumb]

Marauders fandom!! You have been summoned. Look! It’s a James! Feast thine eyes! (I’m sorry, do what you want. I’m not the boss of you. Have a nice day.)

[bornwholocker]

Anyway I’m always thinking about how other characters/the skills talk abt kim and harry

This game man

[lilislegacy]

everyone, sitting in awkward silence at the dinner table:

percy, glaring:

athena: i would just like to say that—

percy: you’ve been horrible to everyone in this room? yes, we’re all aware.

athena, angrily: perseus jackson, you dare speak to—

annabeth: okay okay! let’s all just take a breath here

mrs. chase, nervous: yes i agree. why don’t we—

percy, firmly: no. you are all going to sit here and think about what you’ve done

annabeth, leaning over and whispering to him: percy, i love you for standing up for me. i really do. but i think you‘ve made your points very clear to all my parental figures about how horribly they messed up.

percy: well i still don’t think they feel badly enough

frederick, raising his hand: if i may—

percy: you may not.

[swordy-da-goat]

foal

[machveil]

I’m not saying I’m right, but—

I do think John Price, whether he’s your boyfriend or husband, likes to pretend to “meet you for the first time” at a bar or restaurant of your choice. it’s just a little bit of roleplay, you arriving before him. it gets his heart beating and butterflies swirling in his stomach when he walks in and sees you sitting pretty. puts on a charming smile and sidles up to you, offering to buy you a drink. “What’s a pretty bird doin’ all alone?”, voice low and smooth as he speaks, cradling his drink in one hand, the soft clink of ice against glass, “Got someone waiting for you at home?”

he likes it when you break character, soft laughter spilling from your lips as he flirts, “Did I say somethin’ funny, doll?”. as much as he wants to laugh with you, he plays his part to a fault. he doesn’t know you after all, but he’d love to talk to you. uses it as an opportunity to get information out of you, “Mmh, lovely outfit. Tha’ from your favorite brand? Is it? Looking at anything else from ‘em?”, taking mental notes of your answers. he finds himself a little distracted, crow’s feet more pronounced as he smiles, gaze soft as he listens to you talk, nodding along and asking little questions as you go. he offers to pay for your dinner, amused when you playfully decline, delighted when you give in with a, “If you insist.”. asks if you want dessert before the check comes, a deep, rumbling chuckle in his chest when you say he can have dessert back at your place, “Well, how can I say no to that?”

[rainee-chu]

I’m sorry for not posting for so long