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happy stab a roman senator day

i’ll be like “need him so bad it makes me stupid” and it’s this guy:

Opening Tumblr on March 15th

Boys night on the 15th of March, in the senate! so excited so hang out with the boys, heard theres cake, hope someone brought a knife.

sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four

"And as much as the idea of you covered in blood entices me,”

Enid flushes red, throat drying up as Wednesday steals all of the air inside of her lungs.

“I abhor the kind where it is yours.” She says simply, and her voice has pitched ever so slightly in softness. Enid feels goosebumps line her skin at how Wednesday said that as if that isn’t the most romantic thing an Addams could say, as if Enid wouldn’t see through her words and right into the heart of what Wednesday is actually trying to convey.

excerpt from you're a gazelle, i'm a wounded fawn by dontstraytoofar

Go read this fic on AO3 it's really cute and just makes me happy!

Boba Fett’s reputation as the best bounty hunter in the galaxy comes from him pulling off an insane number of jobs throughout his life, some of which were even deemed impossible for a lone hunter to pull off

funnily enough, he doesn’t actually remember completing all of the ones people attribute to him, but after seeing the footage and biometric proof, he assumes that he’s been blacking out and entering some sort of exhaustion fugue state, or maybe he’s just had a few too many concussions

it’s not until he tries to claim a puck from the guild and is told that he’s already working that job that he starts to figure out that something more is going on, and decides to investigate who it is that’s been working this job

as it turns out, there’s actually like ten different escaped clones pulling bounties under his name, considering they all share the same DNA and face, who’ve put together a few fake versions of his father’s armor

many of them even work in teams, trading off who gets to ‘play Boba’ to the guild or clients

(they’ve also been using their shared DNA to access his space netflix account, which explains why the recommendation algorithm never seems to figure out what he likes and keeps telling him that he’s already watched shows he finds)

(strangely, he realizes that they haven’t touched any of his bank accounts, despite the fact that they could certainly have gotten through their security measures the same way)

after discovering this, he considers confronting them, killing them, even just turning them in to the guild

but then he’d lose some of his reputation if it comes out that impersonators can mimic him well enough to get the job done just as well as he could

so he just sends them all a message telling them to not fuck this up and continues with this life

Not to out myself as a Eurovision watcher but what in the everloving fuck is going on with these votes