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If you can’t find a place on your blog for Patrick Stewart in a bathtub dressed like a lobster, then your blog probably doesn’t deserve such majesty anyway.
It has returned to my dash and I cannot fight the compulsion to reblog…
the patrick lobster appears only once in a thousand years, reblog for good luck
Josh was trying to copy her breathing, figuring it did some type of good. The fact that he used to meditate every morning ought to have instilled some respect into letting the woman have her peace and quiet.
Relax? Yeah, sure. “That’s what people say before they–” He makes an exploding gesture with his hands to accompany the sound effects bursting from his mouth. This is where the worry for his own safety kicked in, not because the woman could be a ticking time bomb, but because he couldn’t shut up sometimes. “But I trust you.” A sideglance then he closes his eyes to keep up with the breathing exercises.
She can’t help but snort again, unabashedly this time, even rolling her eyes at him.
“You worry too much, geez. Besides, ask around, I’m usually a ray of sunshine -mostly- it’s not like--” The words fade just as that crinkling of the paper bag stops, and, “--Fuck me...” It’s a complete contrast, that tone, to her previous reactions. She’s just giving up and disappointed at this point--- she’s been craving that cinnamon roll since the moment she first laid eyes on it, and instead, she’s now holding a raisin bagel. Bad karma? M a y b e.
cont. [ x ] || @icouldkillyouwiththistray
A small snort, “Oh, I know, I have faith in you, thank you very much— but, what about cake though? Because I’m kinda craving that right now.”
“Oh. Cake I can do as well because I am an excellent friend. There’s a very good patisserie just up the next street. ”
"You're friend supreme, yes you are. Have I told you I love you? No? Well, I am now-- deal with it."
“I am Shamu, make a path.” (Vivienne)
“Does Shamu still want these pickles with chocolate syrup concoction?”
cont. [ x ] || @icouldkillyouwiththistray
A small snort, “Oh, I know, I have faith in you, thank you very much--- but, what about cake though? Because I’m kinda craving that right now.”
cont. [ x ] || @icouldkillyouwiththistray
“True, true--- maybe pulling up the waistband, cinch it at the waist? You know, go for the whole ‘highwaisted’ thing?” Playing stylist for a change seemed fun, huh.
Anne Hathaway photographed by Sebastian Kim for The Sunday Times Style Feb 2019.
“fill your heart with bees. if someone breaks your heart then they have to deal with the bees.” [[Gia! It’s been so long]]
“Oh, that Nic Cage treatment--- nasty, I like it.”
‘He’s been working with Jared on his contortionist abilities.’, James said with a laugh, meanwhile he heard John complain from within.
‘Come on man! It was genius. She would never have looked in here!’
“You guys are just...--- fucking hell.” She can’t even keep a straight face at this point, snorting out at the muffled sound of John’s voice.
“Why do I feel like a fucking babysitter--- I didn’t sign up for this shit.” Yep, stil too early.
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