Tired Gal Who Cooks

the french beatles

jean, paul, george, et ringeaux

Just came home from a dinner party with the friendgroup at which several people kept saying "Ask Pedro" or "Pedro will know" and I was terrified that they were referring to an AI like Claude but no, thank fuck, they were referring to a cardboard cutout of Pedro Pascal that someone left upstairs and who has been designated a kind of patron saint status in the household.

I liked this post, scrolled for like another minute before I went “SHIT FUCK SHIT” and scrolled back to reblog it

I always reblog this one when I see it on my dash. When someone posts their own art, writing, or music here they are really hoping you will share it.

CPTSD constantly has me acting so cartoonishly stupid. hello my partner of 4 years who has literally never so much as raised their voice in my direction, i heard you doing dishes a little louder than usual in the other room. are you going to kill me?

god i hate sphene being stuck in civic leadership jail. girl u dont need to be these ppls new comfort doll mommy daughter. just leave.

like. shes gonna spend what, the rest of her life competing against the memory of a woman who spent 300 years with no wants or needs of her own, who knew every single citizen more intimately than anyone else ever could, who was always available and always there to comfort you and take care of you and whose whole life revolved around making you Feel Good. yayyyy her people accept her! of course they do now lemme see if they see her as a person.

I love how in most of these the tall person looks happy or neutral and the short person looks like they're considering the consequences of killing the camera man

u used to be able to put a dvd in your computer. and then u could watch it

average dnd party