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He was as tall as he was tall, and his eyes were the color they were. To describe his hair one would say that he had some. His face had all the features you'd expect, and none of the ones you wouldn't. "There he is," people would often say of him, but only when he was there. And they were right.

nip over to troy, bit of rough and tumble, big horse, bish bash bosh, back home to ithaca. simple as

you want to be mommy’s adjective noun, don’t you, pet name? you want to verb and verb for mommy like a good gender

“Jesus Shaves”

do you guys remember “kick his ass baby i got yo flower”

this is like asking a medieval christian monk if he remembers the ten commandments like if not what have I been wasting my years learning

look even in my wildest dreams i didn't think the "rigged for the us" people would be proved so unimpeachably right like normally the host nation gets soft calls from refs and a nice schedule not this kind of post game intervention. the world cup isn't formula 1, on field refereeing stands. there is literally no appeals process for challenging refereeing after games.

Just tried to play an ancient flute and it started filling the room with this awful miasma that wont go away

I like when fic length/book length/movie length is its own punchline

“Home is where the trees look normal” is the sweetest, saddest, most nostalgic truth I’ve ever heard.

daddy won’t lie to you kitten. what was once prophesied is beginning to come to pass