We tried the world, good god it wasn't for us

Jean & Cat & Open Roads

Jeremy when Kevin said that if he told Jean to submit, he would

jean saying he needed to eat in the last chapter of the sunshine court was the healthiest thing any character has ever done in the entire 4 books so far

thank you for TSC @korakos, we are eternally grateful

cd has a hole. record has a hole. casette has 2 holes. streaming? zero holes. i think i’ve made my point

happy black sails on netflix to all who celebrate

Thank god they brought back An Amount Of Daylight That Makes You Want To Live. It was getting a bit scary for a minute there.

never forget james flint parallel parked a fucking warship

what happened to moodboards. you guys used to love moodboards

now that i am a real adult i am starting to realise. media lied to me about the availability of rooftops to go hang out on. every day i wish i could be hanging out on a rooftop somewhere looking cool as fuck

i love pictures of the international space station which are just completely overexposed because that is just.. unequivocally an angel.

If Hannibal tried to gaslight me I wouldn't even care, he canonically knows his way around a prostate, whatever you say gorgeous

i am once AGAIN thinking about the scene in black sails where flint has just been forced by miranda to confront his overwhelming grief over losing thomas, which has been fueling his unholy rage for the past two seasons. flint is sitting there, having a flashback, drowning in the tragedy and injustice of his gay lover’s death… then vane bursts into the room like a roided-up kool-aid man and immediately tries to kill him. 10/10, flawless tonal whiplash, one of the funniest moments in the entire show.

i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite

Surely this cup of coffee will bring all my loved ones near me and also bring back my youthful curiosity for the world and what i can do in my brief time in

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