Dream of the Endless has a singular braincell at all times and that braincell is petty. Every once in a while it perfectly aligns with the inside of his head like the dvd menu logo hitting a corner and that’s when he has moments of humanity
Mostly he’s a dick who needs to be smacked with a baguette tho
Jenny Slate, Stage Fright (2019)
Colonels.
I really want a science fiction story where aliens come to invade earth and effortlessly wipe out humanity, only to be fought off by the wildlife.
They were expecting military resistance. They weren’t counting on bears.
It’s a cat. What do you exspect?
Best buds.
i have so many thoughts about the ending of Narnia, when they fall back through the wardrobe and into the spare room.
What does Narnia think? When their kings and queens vanish? Do they wait for them, the same as they wait for Aslan? Do they think they've been abandoned? Do they search tirelessly? How long does it take for them to give up hope, if they ever do?
And what about the Pevensies? How do they handle suddenly being thrown back into the past? Do their memories blur? Do they struggle with being children again, when their hearts and minds are already so grown? Do they turn to a friend only to remember that they're not there? Do they whisper to trees and ask animals their names and wait in silence before remembering that this is not the world they know?
Does Edmund flinch at Turkish Delights, or the brush of winter? Does Susan ache when someone calls her gentle? Does she ever miss the weight of her bow? Does Peter miss the weight of his sword? Does Lucy ever hear a song and think of Tumnus? Do they all stand straighter, mindlessly keeping their crowns balanced before remembering they aren't there?
Do they struggle with the harsh lack of magic in this new-old world? Do they dream of Narnia and wake up in tears, a hole in their chest that nothing can really fill?
They spent a lifetime in that world, fighting for it and ruling it, learning the laws of magic and royalty; is that something they ever forget?
dude: *draws on girl who sits next to him*
girl: *gets mad, punches the dude*
dude: *is to manly to let it end there, punches her back*
girl: *is too much of a feminist to let him win, punches back while cursing*
other dude, behind the two: *stops throwing his neighbours pens at the trashcan, starts throwing them at the two in front*
dude who doesn't have any pens anymore: *wakes up, gets mad at pen throwing dude*
other girl: *genuinely tries to ask a question despite the fistfight between the first dude and girl next to her*
teacher: *on the verge of walking out the door/window and or a mental breakdown*
the rest of the class: *chanting the names of the people involved*
Anyway adults saying “I don’t know isn’t an answer” is part of the reason I learned to lie and bluff so well.
just remembered shows used to have 20-25 eps per season
petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’
me when im having a manic episode
no rest for the wicked but the wicked is an emotional unstable asexual biromatic disaster with abandonment and daddy issues who instead of going to therapy reads unholy amounts of platonic soulmate AU's on ao3 she/her 18
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