Pro Tip For Adulting: Being Late Isn’t A Death Sentence For 95% Of Things. All You Gotta Do Is Call

people need to realise that a poor little meow meow must be a character who has committed atrocities you cannot poor little meow meow a good guy that’s not how this works

i’m sorry but izuku offering another gay blond man his hand and kacchan going wide-eyed is so funny

proclaiming we're in a lesbian music renaissance NOW thanks to artists like Billie Eilish, Chapell Roan, Fletcher, Phoebe Bridgers, Dove Cameron and Renee Rapp is qWHITE interesting to me (dgmw I like those artists but)........... people are acting like Janelle Monae, Victoria Monet, Hayley Kiyoko, Arlo Parks, Halsey, Kehlani, Syd, Dua Saleh, Raveena, Kelela, and even Megan Thee Stallion haven't been CONSISTENTLY making music about loving women and eating pussy for well over a decade. is it only a "sapphic music renaissance" when white lesbians and queer women do it?

Gallahan to Regis and Claude: I don't identify with you two. I don't identify with any of them. Because I would never treat Florentia like that. You two threw Athanasia and Jubelian to their deaths.

Regis and Claude to Gallahan: And we envy you because you were always free to love her. You'll never know what it's like to be haunted by her death and know it was your fault.

you think we’re soulmates in every universe? you need to let me go

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literally kicking my feet and fucking screaming oh my god

keigo takami the man that you are

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If zombies were real, you wouldn't first be warned by the approaching horde by their smell, by their groans, not even a cloud of smoke of the dust they raise coming closer from the horizon. It would be the flies. Hordes and hordes of insects, corpse-flies laying eggs on the carcasses of people who still walk, eating the eyeballs from their sockets, climbing across their unfeeling leathery skin. And the buzzing. The inescapable, deafening buzzing. Everywhere. Like you did not just kick a hornet's nest, but the very ground you walk on was a hornet nest, and each step caused another explosion of insects.

Insects, corpse flies, the buzzing. Their swarms blacken the skies, more horrifying than their migrating meals. The deafening cacophony of constant buzzing, the horrid noise of the living who feast on the dead who feast on the living. The buzzing.

The endless, inescapable buzzing.

Physics: More pencil tricks

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