bold move honestly to have all the characters yell every argument they knew fans would have at ted for why he should stay, and not have him say they’re wrong, or offer anything to counter it. Because at the end of the day it was his son. It was only his son. His son was the period at the end of the sentence, and always was going to be. Nothing else mattered, he was going home to his boy.
Literally if they were right I'd agree but it's them they know, not me. Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away. I know I have to go.
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Coming back to London after a zailing adventure like jaysus me lads they've moved all the damn streets. Where's me fucking road.
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possibly my most self-indulgent oc yet & guess what. she’s for obey me
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principal difference between hellblazer/nbc constantine and 2005 keanu constantine imo, besides keanu constantine being american, is their attitudes toward food.
hellblazer/nbc constantine: pub food and hearty shit, meat and potatoes and stews and fish. appreciates a good meal, the effort/time it takes to cook it, and the social rituals that revolve around it. also has a taste for the finer things in life and will scam his way into high-end restaurants to fuck around and embarrass everyone there while eating goooood
keanu constantine: runs on dunkin, lox bagels, and not much else. cannot keep things in his fridge or they will rot before he remembers to eat them. obliterates a mcdonalds hash brown in a single bite
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Had the silly thought of Merry holing themself up in their home during the Feast season because of their anxieties around the event, but then realized...
They currently live in one of the bazaar towers 💀
If any of the masters live in that tower alongside them (highly doubt it since Merry hates the masters and probably made threats to get that tower to themself. But who knows) they must be a nuisance at this time of year. Locking down the tower and refusing any strangers entry. Throwing rocks out the window of the tallest point of the tower to get people away from visiting. No business! Only safety!
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why did i go on instagram just to remind myself that i’m so so so alone
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My parents are looking at flats in a building built in 1912 that the Wrigley's used to live in and it's basically my dream renovation project. There are two adjacent units that could be combined. There's a massive bay window. There are 6 fireplaces and twelve foot ceilings and crown mouldings to die for.
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my mom when im in the right in an argument: did you know that you’re mentally ill and you sound mentally ill and you seem mentally ill and everybody talks about how mentally ill you are?
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i was just listening to someone new by hozier which reminded me of something that's been knocking around the back of my brain for the past few days. i think when i first listened to the song i interpreted it as solely romantic love that hozier was talking about and then never thought about it any further. but then i went to his london concert last week and heard it live for the first time and something in my brain shifted. i previously thought that i couldn't really relate to the song - or any romantic songs really - because i've never felt romantic feelings towards anyone and probably never will. my brain finally realised that when you fall in love with someone, it doesn't have to be romantic love, and that i've fallen in love with many people but it was platonic or some other type of love - not romantic. and that, yeah, i actually do fall in love with someone new everyday because people are so cool and i fall in love with their sense of style or their laugh or the way they sign their name or any number of other things. i may be super pessimistic and say that i hate the world and such, but i genuinely do think that people make it better and that we all have the capacity to make someone else's day better.
anyway fall in love with people, it makes life just that bit brighter
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The romantic haze of coming home for the weekend and eating various delicious meals with my loved ones…
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I want to buy the deluxe CD.. but I don't even have a CD player... buut I mean of course - a collectible, but I try not to buy things just to have things... But I also want to get back a little to physical media because like, one of my favorite movies is impossible to find legally here, and there's also an album that made me so happy but the artist removed it from spotify like a week after I found it - which is just... not a problem with physical media.... Also supporting the artists...
I'm just trying to convince myself at this point
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people stared (at the makeup on his face)
Sirius never ran.
He always stayed and did everything for what he believed to be good. He never backed down; he always did what he had to do. He got his hands dirty if he had to, for the ones he loved, for what was right.
He was a knight in a world of dukes and duchesses. They never fought; they just stood and watched, elegant and somber, and let the other die for them.
Sirius never ran. But that night he did, intoxicating summer air, and adrenaline pumped in his veins like venom. He felt alive — more alive — than he ever had. He had never been a rational being, he relied on his feelings and let the consequences come later, tearing him apart.
Not that time, though. He ran down the streets of London and laughed himself away, because he was free.
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@pizzatheif; ❛ you’ll have a hard time believing this because it never happens but i made a mistake. ❜
“What.” The word falls flat between them, a rumbled statement that almost seems to echo against the walls of they alley in which they stand, accompanied by the hum of traffic just beyond. He’s half hoping that the other man is having a laugh, using the knowledge of his own bloody inferiority to turn himself into a joke, but as fingers dig into the collar of his momentary ally’s shirt, Lucas swallows the hard truth - he had knowingly hired an idiot... and now is the moment the universe asks him to pay for it. “I’d rethink that if I were you, Hugo.” His grip of cotton tightens, fabric twisting as the former agent presses forward, only stopping once the other is thoroughly stuck between his own imposing frame and the rough brick of a wall at his back.
“Remember that new leaf I mentioned wanting to turn over?” A twitch at the corner of his lip is a smile that doesn’t quite reach the stormy eyes that weigh Hugo’s expression, and Lucas feels himself tense, body tight like a spring, all that pent up frustration aching to explode somewhere. “Well it happens after you get me that passport I asked for. Right now, It hasn’t even started to move yet. So I’d consider starting our conversation with something other than that mistake you’re about to mention, yeah?”
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