do you ever get so annoyed at everything that you start to get pissed off at even little things like a spoon clinking against a bowl or sounds of people talking
My mom calls this an ‘input problem.’
don’t believe anyone who tells you nebraska exists
Wait, I thought I was there right now… WHERE AM I???????
can i just
Jo and Taggart were perfect
who the fuck is this “zane” motherfucker
my otp was canon for literally two episodes
They were canon in a /future timeline/! That is endgame!!
It’s okay, if you care about Jo you will probably start having Zane feels eventually… for me it just took until the events of the /next/ alternate timeline. You’ll see. Erica Cerra is flawless and her heartbreak will break her heart.
Anderson Cooper continues to pretend he doesn’t understand his own dirty jokes.
Normal people: *says something with a double meaning* What? That only had one meaning. I meant it in a totally non-dirty way.
Anderson Cooper: *says something with only one, dirty meaning* What? That has zero meanings. … I don’t even know why I said that.
“I am theenking per’aps Dominique,” said Fleur in her liquid silver tones, one hand pressed absently to her belly while the other stretched up to shelve the products of their grocery-shopping and gardening. Four swollen red tomatoes, a bar of chocolate, a jar of Molly’s favourite tea. Outside Shell Cottage the ocean swirled and roared.
Bill strode in with a small shovel and an easy grin. “Sœur Sourire? You always manage to surprise me, love.”
His pronunciation was (vell, ever so nearly) flawless. And he had recognised the name. Of course they had watched The Singing Nun with Vicki half a dozen times, but still she had to press a small smile into her sleeve, hiding her delight to reply, “You could ‘ave just said you do not like eet. No need for zis fussing about.”
“I never said that.” His murmur was quiet in her ear, and suddenly there were arms wrapped around her. She fought with the cabinet door for a moment before giving in and relaxing back into the embrace. Still she kept her eyebrows playfully raised.
“You ‘ave not answered my question. You know zat if you do not vant another French name…”
“I,” he said, placing kisses along her ear, “adore your French names.”
She felt rather than saw Victoire toddle in on her chubby legs. “Mama? A bird is in our garden.” There was a pout in the child’s voice, and when Fleur peered over her husband’s shoulder she saw her daughter’s arms were crossed. “I think he is eating all the beans.”
If Fleur’s laugh was bells, Bill’s was a distant avalanche, the creaking of a ship.
“He just wants the worms,” said he, but Fleur disengaged herself from his hold and went to run a hand through the child’s red-gold ringlets.
“I vill come see.” Halfway out the door she turned back to her husband. “And zat is all very vell for you. I vas going to say zat if you do not want another French name, zen I vill divorce you, and too bad!”
The smile she flashed him was extra bright as she spun around again and drifted out the door, one palm over her unborn child and the other grasping the wrist of Victoire. He watched her go with a can of peas in his hand. Music floated behind her as she sang:
”En tous chemins, en tous lieux,
Il ne parle que du Bon Dieu,
Il ne parle que du Bon Dieu.”
I’m in tears
Oh I don’t think that last one will be a problem.
the best rings are the ones that mean something. the silver on these rings rub off after time, and reveals the 18 karat gold ring beneath the silver.
the point of the ring is to show that the longer love lasts, the more powerful and beautiful it is.
That’s pretty dope
FUTURE ENGAGEMENT RING? I THINK SO!
that’s fuckin’ cool dude
Or they could do this for the One Ring. Like, choose the right metals for the time frame, and then when a certain amount is exposed, you know you’ve had it long enough and you should hand it to another party member before you go batshit crazy. xD
(Measure it off by arc length or something. Little markings or symbols hidden under the top layer…
I’ll stop now.)
“Nick’s fork freezes mid-air.”
“At Nick’s, Kelly makes pancakes.”
“Now, a castle at night!”
“He takes a bite of the sandwich, and chews.”
Between EVERY. PIECE. OF. DIALOGUE.
Reblogging for the tone my mind automatically reads this in.
“Nowww, a CASTLE… at NIGHT!!”
When I ask my dad for help with a calculus problem.