#vorc

[daffydalcop]

[dykedivorce]

JEONGNYEON : THE STAR IS BORN | Act 7

+ Bonus

[whathehe11-no3]

@definitelynotdennisreynolds calling Armand Armand Di Vorce is the funniest thing I’ve seen all day and from now on that is Armand’s full name.

[eric-bogosian]

I hope that when Armand and Daniel get married that he becomes Armand Molloy. Like. Give that man a last name!

[itwasanangryinch]

Armand di vorce has me crying, absolutely excellent tag 🤣👏

Thank you! Someone else said it on a post a couple of weeks ago and I can't stop thinking about it whenever the issue of Armand's full name comes up.

[gregoftom]

greg laughing the loudest at matsson’s shitty sh*vorce joke right in front of sh*v makes him braver than any us marine

[super-weed-ninja]

The most important question

Are shredder and krang married in this au? Are they divorced? Are they married AND divorced?

The importance of the 87 AUs

Yes.

[storyshark2005]

Fic Excerpt - Part IV of 'Been and Gone'

Dinner at Liam and Debbie's

Liam comes back downstairs in jeans and a soft black jumper that actually fits instead of hanging like a circus tent, and the dark colour deepens the watery blue of his eyes by fathoms. He’s freshly shaved and his hair is still damp. He looks good. Smells good, too, like soap and aftershave, and Noel’s probably had four glasses of wine already and should probably sit down.

Debbie’s got a picnic table set up outside with fairy lights hanging from the eaves of the house and the weeping trees. Little tea light candles make the table glow, reflected in the wine glasses, the sweating carafes of water, and a vase full of drooping lilac that she’d cut from the bushes budged up against the perimeter of the house. 

Noel sits down at one corner of the table, so as not to be surrounded, and to have an easily accessible escape route if necessary. Liam plops down with his arm pressed right up against Noel’s. 

“D’you mind?” Noel grimaces. “You’ve got about ten feet of space on the other side of you.” 

“Don’t like me manspreading?” Liam’s eyes dance. They literally twinkle. Ugh.

“What the fuck does that mean? Just fucking give me a few inches—” 

Yes, yes, he knows, it just sort of came out like that.

“I’ll give you more than a few inches, brother!” Liam hoots, eyes crinkling in delight. “The wine must’ve made you eager, you little slag—”

Noel elbows him in the side as hard as he can, and Liam shoves back and nearly sends Noel flying off the bench and into the hydrangea. And then he actually tries to tickle him, dig his fat sausagey little fingers into Noel’s stomach, which, Noel is fucking fifty-five years old. That’s about forty-five years too old for being tickled. “Fucking STOP—” Noel nearly elbows his wine glass and a plate of roasted carrots into a nearby hedge.

“LIAM!” Debbie’s voice cuts sharply across the lawn. She’s standing in the open doorway to the kitchen holding a platter of pita bread, wearing a stern look and a hand on her hip. “What did we talk about?” 

Liam purses his lips together in a displeased little duck face. Just obnoxiously endearing. “We’re just messin’ about. Brother stuff.” 

Debbie levels him with a lecture-heavy look, and the other girls spill out of the kitchen doorway carrying side dishes and another bottle of wine.

“What did you talk about?!” Noel leans close enough to stick his tongue in Liam’s ear. He nearly does. 

Liam shoves him away and pouts a bit, all furrowed brow and huffy cheeks. “Nothin’.”

Noel gives him a poke in his soft sweatery middle. His face feels wine-warm and pleasantly tingly. He presses in close again, breathing words into Liam’s perfectly curved ear, enjoying the way his shoulder curls up like he’s trying to stop Noel from getting so close even though they both know that Liam loves it, loves the attention, that it’s like sugar water to a blooming rose.

“What’d she say?” he huffs. “‘Don’t overdo it’? ‘Don’t have too much fun’? ‘Please don’t snog your brother in front of my mates’?” 

Liam shoves him back again, but he’s smiling now, laughing in that silent way where his mouth falls open a bit and he does the rest with his eyes, and Noel can read him like braille, feel the little patterned dips and bumps of pressure in the air between them: love love love you’re amazing I missed you love you make me laugh shine with me you and me yes yes yes. 

[brittapcrrys]

hugh laurie is just ...... So ........

[swanconcerto]

if you could fight any historical figure who would it be i’m gunning for henry viii

debussy for all of his beautiful music was a terrible person most especially to his wives so i’d love to fight him. and wagner because hes a disgusting antisemite. and beethoven because his music doesnt agree with my hands and i think it’s be funny.

[crosswordist]

which could mean nothing

which could mean nothing

[daffydalcop]

IWTV CHARACTERS AS THE ONION HEADLINES

[yelloworangesoda]

i remember thinking in the shower one day “it sucks remembering a funny onision joke. bc like you cant tell anyone. bc its onision. fortunately i forgot. so win?

[captainhongjoong]

idk why it took me this long to realize but every single person in my family except for the “kids” (me and my two grown cousins, all huge losers who will never marry anyway) is divorced. my grandparents are divorced, my grandpa has been divorced more times than i can count, and my mom and my aunt are both divorced and we wish my grandma would divorce her second husband. we <3 divorce

+ the only man left in the family turned out to be a trans woman. this is a whole family of single women!!!!

[crosswordist]

i have died several times

everytime someone says "Armand de Romanus" 300 people die