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Ghostbusters + times Erin’s blue eyes looked especially b l u e

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Happy Birthday Manuel Neuer!

↝ March 27, 1986

Happy birthday to Manuel Peter Neuer, also known as the best goalkeeper in the world, the giant German dork that can’t help being adorable, Germany’s 11th field player, their number 1, their captain. He never fails to impress the spectators and his team mates, even though he can basically be considered a grandpa now. Here’s to another year filled of him saving our asses, funny interview moments and dorky smiles.

Thank you for doing what you do and being the greatest at it. We love you and hope you have the bet day ever!

i’m sure you can only grow these in the bae area though

A man enters an office supply store. He was a mere mortal seconds before, but as he passes through the door he becomes a customer. His superior gaze drifts across his domain and settles on the cashier. 

“Do you sell stamps?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say,” However-”

“I want one.”

However, we sell them only in sets of ten.”

“But I want one.”

“I’m sorry, Sir, but I can’t sell you a single stamp.”

“Can’t you just…” He (skillfully) mimicks the act of ripping apart paper. 

Clearly, I have never thought of this. My simple mind grapples with the idea. I realize I am dealing with a genius, and yet, I regretfully inform him, “Sorry. They come on stickersheets, and anyways, the barcode–”

“Well that’s just rubbish,” he informs me. He is right. I realize this now. His genius ignites a spark within me. 

“You are right,” I tell him as I take fifteen sheets of stamps into my hands and begin to tear them apart. I type 0,019 stamps and press a non-existent key on the register. I hold out a quarter of a stamp to the customer (with a smile), but he shakes his head (without a smile). I rip apart all the stamps I can find, desperate to please him, for he has gifted this humble store with his presence. From the pieces, I begin to assemble a perfect, custom-made stamp. It is worth exactly 66,66€. I single-handedly reprogramme not only my cash desk, but the entire system. It can now scan any stamp in (or out of) existence. It is raining stamps. I am smiling.

Two hours later, it is done. Beaming, and convered in the torn remains of hundreds of unfortunate stamps, I hold the perfect stamp out to The Customer. He accepts it. I rejoice. It might just be my high fever and blurry gaze, but I think the right corner of his mouth moved upwards for exactly half a second. I am blessed. 

He licks the stamp and slaps it onto a letter. He wants to lend a pen. I lend him a pen. When he is done, he holds the letter out to me expectantly. He does not say a word, my silent angel, but I can tell what he wants. Thus is our connection. There is nothing, I assure you, nothing I would have rather done than to accept his letter, on my knees, with tears of gratitude streaming down my cheeks… But alas: 

“I want to send the letter,” my dear customer finally says, after the silence has stretched into infinity and back.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Sir,” I say with a polite smile, brushing stamps off my shoulders, “We don’t accept mail. We only sell stamps.” 

After all, you can’t make exceptions to a well-established rule in the workplace. 

The customer doesn’t bat an eyelash. “That’s okay,” he says with a disarming smile. “I wouldn’t ask the impossible of you.” 

As he turns to walk away, a single tear rolls down my cheek. I wipe it off with a stamp that wears his majestic face, hand-stitched by me. 

I don’t tell him there’s a mailbox around the corner.

(That’s not my job.) 

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#ThankYouBones week: Day 12 - 1 Bones Cast. Final thank you

I don’t even know where to begin with this day. If I let myself think about it I won’t be able to stop myself from crying. I’m going to miss this cast so much. I am so proud of them, this show has made their careers, not only the cast but also the crew. We shouldn’t just thank the cast but most importantly the crew. If it wasn’t for them the show wouldn’t be on air. This wonderful cast has changed my life in so many ways. My journey started by watching David Boreanaz on my TV screen when I was 7 years old. I’ve followed him since childhood and continued to follow him to this show, if it wasn’t for David I wouldn’t have found this wonderful show. I wouldn’t have fallen in love with all these wonderful, well-written, complex and thoroughly developed characters. These actors are vastly underrated and literally deserve the world. If it wasn’t for the show I wouldn’t have made some amazing friends through this fandom - on Tumblr and over Twitter. I wish the cast and crew all the best for the future in their future roles and they finally get the recognition they deserve. I will continue to follow them in their projects and will always remember them as the cast that I fell in love with when I was 13 years old. 

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Mood Board - Autumn Court ~ High Lord Beron 

“Someone appeared beside Lucien—a tall, handsome brown-haired man with a face similar to his own. Lucien didn’t look at his father, though he stiffened as the High Lord of the Autumn Court approached Tamlin and extended a clenched hand to him.”