amazing
The lighting in these photos makes them look like an impressionist painting and I love it.
me trying to be supportive: can i offer you a nice "we should kill them" in this trying time?
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why is this on a blog literally called girlsuggestion
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we are suggesting this to girls
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who is we? who are you
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Wanted Dead or Alive
“Shepard, there you are. Got a minute? You might learn something.”
“No time for stories today, I’m afraid,” she said, smirking when his brows rose.
“You’re not usually down here for business this time of night,” he mused, straightening up from leaning against the wall, and swaggered over to where she was standing by the desk at the far side of the wall.
“Supply run,” Shepard said.
Zaeed scoffed. “And you need me to hold your hand while you run some errands?”
Never mind that he came along without complaint whenever she dragged him and a long-suffering Garrus along to the Citadel to act as her cart horses while she acquired everything from ship provisions to weapons, mods, and… fish. She’d spared him the indignity of lugging the hamster cage around that time, but it’d been a close thing. Wouldn’t do to mention that now, though.
“Chakwas needs an escort,” she explained—for any given definition of the term.
“You want me to babysit the doctor?” Zaeed infused exactly the right words with incredulous emphasis, giving her an equally unimpressed look. Somehow, even the mismatched eye seemed to glare at her.
“You’re not babysitting, you’re making sure that no-one gets hurt, killed, or thrown in the drunk tank,” Shepard returned smartly.
“Uh-huh,” he said, giving her a sidelong glance. “And why aren’t you going with her? Is it because the chances of someone ending up in custody for drunk and disorderly would go right through the goddamn roof if you did?”
Shepard blew out her cheeks and raised her eyes to the ceiling—she’d never live that down. She cut her gaze back to Zaeed, who met her with a rare smile in the corner of his eye. Despite not denying his approval he simply operated on the principle of never passing up a chance to tease her about it.
“My presence would… stir things up,” she said with as unstudied an air as she could muster. “You won’t raise as many brows.”
“Well, can’t everybody be as pretty as you,” he muttered, affecting offence and meaning none of it. Well, maybe just some. She’d allow a man his vanity after surviving having half his head blown off. “So we’re flying under the radar?”
girls literally looooove data they love information
I’m unsure if Daud can eat white rats for mana like corvo does BUT. Hypothetically if he could imagine the whalers catching him in the act. Like
I don’t think you can fully understand transmisogyny without understanding how it’s weaponized against cis Black women.
When you find a transmisogynist you’ve found a racist who will use their ideals of the “normative female body” to demean and denigrate Black women. For years it was a popular right wing rumor/conspiracy/dick move to refer to Michelle Obama as a “tranny” and more recently sports organizations have repeatedly excluded cis Black women for not having “normative” hormone levels. Transmisogyny and antiblackness go hand in hand.
Papermache mushroom lamp by BostonePaperMache on Etsy
my main requirement in a partner is someone who's willing to "yes, and" me. if i say something completely insane i need them to just pick that up and run with it and commit to the bit until we wind up with a conversation that's funny to us but completely incoherent to everyone within earshot. actually now that i'm typing this out i've realised my ideal relationship might just be "shitty improv comedy duo"
my other requirement in a partner is if i make a weird noise they have to make the same weird noise back to me and then we keep doing that until something interrupts us
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Fanfic writers spend years trying to come up with realistic “bed sharing” scenarios, and the X-Files writing team drops a cow through the roof of Mulder’s motel room.
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Oh Big Blue Bug that’s interesting I wonder what that looks like—
Jesus H. Christ
get in everyone we’re going on a roadtrip
Another day in the Office
Surrealist humor sure is taking on a new flavor huh
I have finally identified my only two braincells.
