Thinking Able thoughts imagine you’re on your way back to the garage after delivering a package or something and you look at the news and BAM your friend’s dead??? He got killed while you were out??? What the fuck??
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the blond-on-blonde violence in Honey Cut is REAL
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FUCKKKKKK NOT CLARA’S THEME PLAYING WHEN BILL ASKS THE DOCTOR TO IMAGINE WHAT IT WOULD FEEL LIKE IF SOMEONE DID THIS TO HIM (WIPED HIS MEMORIES). AND THEN THE DOCTOR CHANGES HIS MIND AND LETS BILL GO. GOD FUCK
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start writing those actor! au people, i don’t think the disney x jjk ships are gonna be enough…
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I haven't even seen Good Omens but the sheer amount on my dash is A. making me really want to watch it. And B. making me really NOT want to watch it.
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It was a probably an amazing display going on. The weaves and blows threaded by the trajectory of bullets. Only the swift strike knocking a devastating puncture into a harmless graze. The only sense of having successfully missed harm were the explosions of frost and lightning against the forcefields keeping the audience safe. Or the ricochet of the bullets themselves.
It had to be something since Crowe was taking it seriously. Which he never does unless it was a mission. But while his eyes took in the entire scene, his focus lie on the opponent. And he had to wonder if he'd stepped into a graveyard coming here. As it was the second ghost that wandered onto the scene.
Like the first there was a hold it put onto his heart. It threatened to suffocate his heartbeat as he saw the silver-laced hair that he had once compared to the moonlight. And the intent pink eyes went to pierce his wild beating heart as if to put it out of its misery.
He hadn't been there on that fateful day but his departure had been no less devastating. It was almost like a prelude to tragedy. He recalled the screaming and pleading from downstairs. Most of it from his dad who never raised his voice and was cool as the moonlit waters. The intense grip of his lolo, trying to usher both him and Keahi from the argument leading to being sent to their rooms. The eerie quiet that eventually descended...and the quiet open to his room.
The subdued tone spoken to him that his childish brain hadn't even thought of. What he had heard was of the man 'needing to go.' But that wasn't strange. It wasn't unheard of. So he had asked his usual question 'when are you gonna come back?' And how he wasn't ready for the heartbreak of hearing 'I'm not.' His father wasn't the only one that screamed and pled that night. But it didn't stop the departure. And sure enough, he never saw him again. At least until this moment. Despite the time that had passed and becoming who he was...in a whisper the name rolled off as if he was a child again.
"Uncle Jas..."
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reblog. this post if u HATE TERFS and LOVE GAY PIRATES ‼ like this post for she/her Ashe Winters REAL. look at this post if you are a HUGE FUCKING NERD 😂🫵
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Me when I compromised to do animations for a school video project of English class but I haven’t even started and I have until Sunday…
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I feel like there are a lot of people out there who needs to hear this:
If you dropped out of school because of diagnosed (or undiagnosed) ADHD, Autism, ADD, OCD, Dyslexia, Anxiety, Depression, Bipolar disorder, psychotic disorders, schizophrenia etc… You did not fail. The education system failed you.
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Hozier went from “I’m not a morning person” to “fuck the british empire, fuck capitalism, look how far we’ve come and look how far we have to go” in the span of a few minutes and this is exactly what I fucking signed up for
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