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james baldwin was so right when he said “the children are always ours, every single one of them, all over the globe; and I am beginning to suspect that whoever is incapable of recognizing this may be incapable of morality.”

I am a hardened apocalypse zombie survivor and the dsmp is my lovely tragically deceased wife

if she got back up i wouldnt hesitate to put her back down but i'd have like, manpain about it

just found out you can do more than one thing each day. i was just doing the one

this literally isn't true please stop spreading lies

Kinda parasocial but I went looking for @wolfythewitch The Pitt fanart and realised it doesn’t exist. This is lowkey my first time being in a fandom without Wolfy </33 I feel worthless I feel stupid I feel gay

I feel like a parent seeing their kid off to their first day of school

Honestly if Sinners hadn't won at LEAST the music awards, I'd have had to send a bear to the voters' houses or something

The crazy thing about the Pitt is that there are like five Chekhov’s guns and they are shooting different mirrors and bouncing off them all around that damn hospital and they all are going to hit Robby in the head.

“I’m getting lectured on child safety from a man who’s gone through four robins?!?” might be the funniest line in dc comics history actually

s1 is just. i love you grainy unfocused shots of cemeteries and foggy roads no one travels. i love you john’s journal as a bible. i love you sam driving the impala casually with dean sleeping in the passenger seat. i love you jessica moore and sarah blake and cassie robinson. i love you dark motels with neon signs and dusty libraries with huge lore books. i love you side character serving as a mirror to the winchesters. i love you cleaning guns and wounds and sharpening of knives and gas stations and flip phones and laptop stickers. i love you small towns where time stands still with something unknowable and hungry lurking in the shadows. i love you angry psychic sam and dean trying his best with a leather jacket too big for him. i love you looming presences of john and mary. i love you homemade and flawed equipment. i love you horror and tragedy and blood. i love you dramatic lighting and silhouettes. i love you folklore and local legends. i love you -

Thank you for engaging in the mortifying ordeal of being known so that I may partake in the euphoric experience of knowing you.

i know this will never happen but could you imagine if a perfectly-casted eli vanto appeared in like the second last episode of ahsoka season 2 and thrawn stopped whatever dave filoni-sponsored shit he was up to and folded upon two minutes of eye sex with his beloved lieutenant. and the people who haven't read the thrawn novels would just be like who the FUCK was that. wouldn't that be nice. wouldn't that be fun