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a ryan bergara biography

is he talking about his kids or the justice league? probably both

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look the whole watcher thing is a Mess but i’m really mad about worth it getting caught in the crossfire. worth it was NEVER about “haha watch me eat expensive foods peasant” it was about challenging food bias. it was literally the OPPOSITE of that

Sure :D

my everyday's to-do list

No because it means you're sleeping more and that's only a positive

guys guys i stayed up for 24 hours straight again lmfao maybe its not so hard after all fuck

Superman desperately scanning the street during a fight to find the most morally acceptable car to throw at his opponent, knowing that not everybody has insurance, and loss of transportation can ruin a life -

A wave of incredible relief washes over him as he spots the hard geometric lines and silver paintless sheen of a Cybertruck.

good riddance live

Glass Onion + Text Posts (part 1)

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do you ever think way too much about “He’s a friend. The sort who’d refuse to let you get thrown off a ship by yourself. The sort you’d try to protect, even though I told you it would mean your death.”; “He swims, I swim.” / “He worth that much to you?”; “If I send you away, I lose the last friend I have in the world. Who wins then, Jean? Who’s protected then?”; “The ‘Oh, look, Jean Tannen is lying about betraying his best friend in the whole fucking world to a couple of Verrari cutthroats’ signal!” / “I should’ve known. I should’ve known we didn’t even need it.”; “I can’t name the poison that’s killing your friend. But the one that’s killing you is called hope.”; “You saved me!” / “It’s my turn every couple of years.”; “[...] he found Jean Tannen was already waiting for him, with a cheap gray cloak in his hands. Before Locke could move, Jean flung the cloak around his shoulders.”; “You said you needed optics. […] I lifted some pairs for you.”; “Jean noticed that Locke’s fingers were curled tightly in against his palms, and he carefully eased them apart.”; “Incomprehensible babble.” Jean sat on the edge of the bed and gently pushed Locke’s sweat-slick hair out of his eyes. “I don’t understand a word you’re saying.”; “Jean!” Locke clutched weakly at the lapels of Jean’s coat with his good hand. “I’m sorry, I fucked up. Please don’t stay here and get caught; the blackjackets will be coming, soon. I couldn’t bear to have you taken. Please just leave me. I can’t walk.” / “Idiot, Jean whispered, brushing away hot tears with his good hand. “You won’t have to.”; “I don’t care if you cough up buckets of blood. Buckets I can carry.”; “Jean.” said Locke, “you are a greater friend than I ever could have imagined before I met you; I owe you my life too many times over to count. I would rather be dead myself than lose you. Not just because you’re all I have left.”; “Gods help me, I will never be better off without you.” or are you normal?