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ldpdl count your days

the vampire lestat // the fallen angel

dont burn alone

happy lottery day girlies!

Welcome to silly little Hannibal comic, goodnight

dont worry abt it, you just keep reading your lines and well take care of the rest. you'll be a star.

this is what I’m picturing when you say lord googoo

In those kids' situation I would be shitting my pants with anxiety all the time, The level of uptightness and intolerance for any little bit of disorder makes me secondhandedly anxious.

It annoyed me because the article I read that was like "Kids These Days don't have enough discomfort tolerance because adults coddle them too much" alluded to kids not being able to engage in risk play and have unsupervised play time, which was so close to an actual point that it made the rest of the bullshit more infuriating.

trying to harness train her and she immediately got in this position and got stuck

Despite the fact that a mayor who wears a T-shirt and jeans might "seem more approachable" in the eyes of the average American, Zohran Mamdani knows that someone with his profile fundamentally cannot get away with that the way his White colleagues can. He has instead put in the effort to look professional and BE approachable, because not only does it make it easier for him to reach and represent his constituents, it forces everyone, including both his opponents and establishment Democrats, to engage with the work he is doing instead of judging his image. The fact that he is always seen in a suit and is recognisably The Mayor is, while also something he has fun with, a deliberate choice to ensure he is as inarguably A Professional Politician To Be Taken Seriously. The added humour of e.g. the hi-vis is a bonus, only achievable because he works so hard to Look Like The Mayor.

Cool date spot rhymes with bell

Art by Worry Lines

purely balanced

The second, reblogged image is the current Pepsi logo-- A white circle with 2 blobs inside, nearly fifty-percent red, fifty-percent blue; Almost perfectly balanced. End I.D.

One of my favourite photos from my trip to Warsaw in 2006

editing: average adult body-weight equivalent in monster energy drinks

anyway if you buy an iron lung dvd/blu-ray: it was made on a printer-sized machine. at markiplier's house.

There’s six guys who live in this flat and all they do all day is play WoW and watch movies. Waking up at 2pm every day and there’s always just someone asleep on the bed near all the multimonitor computer setups. There’s always music playing and it feels like a recovery day every day, padding around blearily in pyjamas or underwear. Old hoodies from defunct school teams. They’ve got this system where they’re selling their excess computing power to companies and hosting all this warez, and they’re stealing the internet from the business next door anyway and getting welfare on top of all that. They’re self sufficient and never go outdoors except to buy more fast food, and even then only in the dark. But then one of them wakes up dead some heavy afternoon. He’s just dead and they don’t know why but maybe the floor covered in fast food wrappings is a clue. They don’t want to tell the cops because of the purgatory den they live in and the illegality that supports it, and as far as they know he never had any actual parents. So it’s trouble. It’s taking a long trip out to the forest and thinking about how stars are so far away for the first time in a long time. It’s sweating in the cold air and digging a hole all night with your brand new shovels to leave him alone in. And it’s a long few days cracking all his passwords to keep his identity and associated payments persisting. Until the rhythm of waking up every day at 2pm to play WoW for nine hours and half watch a movie on your other monitor takes over again. It’s the same as it ever was except now there’s a room no one ever goes in.