obsessed with characters being saved against their will. being knocked unconscious and carried away from a danger they won’t stop trying to fight. being shoved through a portal somewhere far away and safe right before it closes. trying to self-sacrifice only to have the exact person they’re trying to save swap their places at the last second. getting the only cure to the disease or curse bc the person administering it loves them too much to give it to anyone else, including themselves. being thrown to safety right as they had accepted dying. someone else they thought had gotten to safety running back to drag them out of danger. it’s so fucking tasty
I’m so tired of work. I’m so tired of the concept of work. Why must 90% of my life be getting ready for work, commuting to work, working, and doing errands after work?
Am I not allowed to just be silly? And lounge naked with other gays? Why do I have to be slutty and silly on The Man’s schedule?
i don’t think people realize how much of modern life we owe to ball bearings everyone say thank you ball bearings
literally what can’t she do
this came across kinda jokey but like genuinely so much of the things we can do today are thanks to ball bearings and i hope whoever invented them got mad pussy and excellent head for the rest of their life
EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU TO PHILIP VAUGHAN AND THE WELSH
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