Media: Is A Period Piece And Has Boats In It

“All of these nautical lovers are showing up out of nowhere on here”

Actually, I crawled up out of the sea on all fours and started yelling about how much I love lighthouses so jot that down.

Please please please I know we all love Friends and Chandler was our favourite character and Matthew always put a smile on our faces and that’s all amazing but can we please please please talk about this:

“I've had a lot of ups and downs in my life. I'm still working through it personally, but the best thing about me is that if an alcoholic or drug addict comes up to me and says, 'Will you help me?' I will always say, 'Yes, I know how to do that. I will do that for you, even if I can't always do it for myself! So I do that, whenever I can. In groups, or one on one.

And I created the Perry House in Malibu, a sober-living facility for men. I also wrote my play The End of Longing, which is a personal message to the world, an exaggerated form of me as a drunk. I had something important to say to people like me, and to people who love people like me.

When I die, I know people will talk about Friends, Friends, Friends. And I'm glad of that, happy l've done some solid work as an actor, as well as given people multiple chances to make fun of my struggles on the world wide web...

but when I die, as far as my so-called accomplishments go, it would be nice if Friends were listed far behind the things I did to try to help other people.

I know it won't happen, but it would be nice.”

- Matthew Langford Perry

(August 19, 1969 - October 28, 2023)

what is it about female villains that make sapphics go buck wild... bitches read macbeth once and dedicate themselves to their new queen, lady macbeth.

its me, i'm bitches.

when a woman designs an outfit for women VS when men are allowed to do it

And if Jason perceives his death anniversary completely differently from how his family do?

Jason, against the common belief, canonically doesn't talk about his death that much, and when he does, he feels like it is not something people need to dwell on — it is how they view and interpret his death, and the aftermath, that bothers him.

So, maybe on his death anniversary, Jason doesn't want to mourn. He wants to live. So he does. He visits his favourite places in the Gotham, chats with people he had missed, enjoys his day, and breathes, breathes, b r e a t h e s.

But once he steps in the Manor for a minute that day?

It is nothing but a kingdom of the grief.

Bruce is locked up in the Cave, straight in front of the memorial. Dick is not even around, and Jason takes a wild guess that he is visiting his grave in the meanwhile. Alfred maniacally cleans up in the library over and over, ignoring other duties. Even Tim, Tim, who technically has nothing to do with all of that, takes after others (almost instinctively), and acts along with a strange, dreadful atmosphere in the house.

And Jason is irritated, pissed off, but mostly hurt.

He is literally right here.

But once again, it changes absolutely nothing. It never does. Really.

sometimes family is you, the asshole who murdered your dad whom you are actively trying to murder back, fifty of the worst people you’ve met in your goddamn life, and the crown prince of denmark

remember guys: in real life, and in this netflix cartoon, queer girls will NOT have threesomes with you just because they’re queer if anything they’ll probably steal your girlfriend for saying some dumb shit like that

The air smells like flower, the sun is soft on my skin and every time there’s a gust of wind my garden is showered in white petals.

Take a deep breath everyone.

We’re gonna be ok.

A power is on the earth and in the air,  From which the vital spirit shrinks afraid,  And shelters him in nooks of deepest shade, From the hot steam and from the fiery glare. Look forth upon the earth—her thousand plants  Are smitten; even the dark sun-loving maize  Faints in the field beneath the torrid blaze; The herd beside the shaded fountain pants; For life is driven from all the landscape brown;  The bird hath sought his tree, the snake his den,  The trout floats dead in the hot stream, and men Drop by the sunstroke in the populous town:  As if the Day of Fire had dawned, and sent  Its deadly breath into the firmament.

-Midsummer by William Cullen Bryant