SOMEONE GIVE HER A HUG IMMEDIATELY.

i thought i'd sit down to continue my rewatch of 9-1-1 tonight since the show won't leave my mind and now i'm fucking sobbing i forgot how good this show is at emotionally devastating me

" the seven wonders of the world are ... the leaning tower of pisa. probably the pyramids. noah's ark. machu picchu. canada, maybe. the great wall of china. and bigfoot's number seven, right ? "

Why is this happening, I just want to address the problem that the Obito stan fandom is forcefully making me get into jjk. It's not funny. I need my Obito content back. Don't do this to me.

SPOILERS!!

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the story of the orange king is so sad... no words, it's beautiful.

exactly the moment when... Yellow which is a friend or... a son? brother?

The king imagines him instead of Purple, this is ... oh my god, this little Yellow one died, he has a sad fate, I'm shocked, this is AAAa I'm crying.

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this tweet is making me choke to death

This has been in my mind since August but I couldn't figure out which character would say it. Then I started a Karlach Origin run and realized: Karlach. Karlach has a face that knows what The Grinch is.

Me: "I don't often cook but I'm going to quick look through my mom's recipe cards and see if I can find that specific recipe"

Me, 15 minutes later, sobbing: "Love is stored in handwritten recipe cards"

Mappa's three men and one man child

@goldenboybarracuda, alex claremont diaz gets an update statut from rhys larsen.

" have you finished with this press conference or should i still keep a close eye and stay three centimeters away from you? all these people jumping on you… are preventing me from doing my job properly ."

I hate how fandom has become "if you haven't created anything in this very specific time frame after the release of the show/movie, everyone will have moved on"

And call me old fashioned, but that's just not me. I sometimes take ages to create and publish. And I will love a show or movie for such a long time (years, babes, years) that I just can't relate to the fast consumerism that's going on.

Because, let's be real, it can get really lonely in a fandom if most have simply moved on to the next shiny thing. Is what's created less worth, just because it was created outside the hype? Why is it such a taboo for this new fandom generation to love an old or "late" fic or art?

It's so tiring and I'm too old for the 30-seconds-hype-tiktok-shit. Just tired. So, so tired.

We could have been... us.

Good Omens (2019-2023)

Beautiful from Ordinary Days

My lil sister just showed me the Mystery Shack she build from scratch using pizza boxes and I'm literally so proud of her that I have to share it here