Random thought but Edmund didn't actually 'turn in' Mr Tumnus. He didn't know who the White Witch was or that she was evil and wasn't the rightful ruler of Narnia. He just said his sister was there once before and met a man named Mr Tumnus. She was again manipulating the situation to make Edmund look bad. Like bitch leave my baby alone 🤚

I LITERALLY ALWAYS SAY THIS, THANK YOU

Edmund literally had no understanding or control of what the witch thought or did. There was no context for him on the witch, or on how Narnia has worked for the last hundred years. Leave 👏🏻 baby 👏🏻 be 👏🏻

He wasn't even technically a traitor! He was a scared little boy who was vulnerable to manipulation. He only ever told the witch anything when he or another being was threatened. My boy didn't deserve such slander 🤧

Mornings with Frank Castle be like:

I've started looking away till my dash fully loads cuz sometimes it takes a sec for the blocks to kick in and it reminded me of this

This brought back memories I didn't know I had. Where is it from? I can't remember 😭

Zelena: So how long have you two been together?

Emma: No, no, no, no, no , no, no, no, no, no , no, no, no, no. Hook and i are not together! No, no!

Hook: Really? Sixteen no's? Really?

If Emma from the earlier seasons found out she marries Hook and has a kid with him, she'd have an aneurysm.

if i’m not supposed to sexualize that old man WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE THAT

I sent this to my BFF

penelope: how did bella get pregnant? edward is dead. he has no jizz

spencer: according to stephanie meyer, the lake edward and bella were in heated his body so much the sperm came back to life. he was effectively a sperm bank

derek: i hate it here

As someone who was born and raised in the LDS church, it's never made sense to me, either.

Like, you want me to go to another state, possibly continent, when I've never even left home? That's gonna be a no from me.

Toads of the future

Frogs of today!!

I was today years old when I learned frogs come in strings

Let them feel pretty, hop off their jock 🙄🤚

Cleopatra was a bad bitch prove me wrong

Lol I just discovered I was blocked by a 'very important™' cc creator. Good thing I don't need the same leather jacket every month along with every other mid creation he's put out since whenever. (Honestly the very first leather jacket from like 7 years ago was the best one)

I'm sure it sounds like I'm bitter, but the reality is that I am a former patron. Well, until he got shitty at me for including a free pair of boots (from his TSR days no less) on a simblreen sim. Prior to this, I was approached by him on several occasions to test upcoming cc, feature it in posts etc etc. I had a funny feeling the attention was very calculated and I was right. Just after the boot incident I promptly cancelled my sub and unfollowed because no one is going to tell me what I can and cannot do with cc that I fucking paid for.

I'm posting this because we need to take some of these antisocial weirdos off their pedestals. I don't think we should have to bootlick when we are the ones parting with our hard-earned money. Maybe they'll be less likely to act like entitled clowns if we stop kissing ass.

Anyway, this is my Yelp review, 1/5 stars would not recommend lol.

I love some petty diss

Adding him to my list of men who have never possessed a singular thought in their lives ever.

He's the epitome of "silly goofy mood 🤪"

I'm getting jipped fr 🙄🤚

I love writing. Would love to do it again someday

Not me yawning while reading this 🫢

i should be reviewing for my exams later, but here am i, typing fictional men names and adding an x reader into it.

On The House

summary: The Pevensies have decided to run a cafe together, a cafe that the reader has come to frequent every Saturday like clockwork. As time goes on, it becomes evident that a certain blond has started to catch feelings for the reader.

requested by @theonottsbxtch

part 2

The family had opened the cafe two years ago. It had started as a funny what-if. A suggestion that the youngest sibling had stated aloud one day in the way we all share our unfiltered thoughts and ideas with those closest to us. The cafe was brought up again the next week by the eldest daughter after the cafe she frequented ran out of vanilla syrup for her latte. “This wouldn’t happen if we did own our own cafe,” she had said once she got home with her bitter coffee. 

The next time it was brought up was by the youngest son who saw an empty building for sale. It was on the corner of one of the busiest streets in London. “That would be the best place for our cafe,” he said to his siblings as they walked by on their way home from a day out in the city. “Lots of foot traffic and far enough from other cafes that we wouldn’t have much competition.” The others nodded along in agreement as they walked by, all of their eyes lingering on the lot for a bit longer before turning their heads back to watch where they were walking.

“I bought the building,” the eldest said a week after his brother had pointed it out. “The money from my part of the inheritance was enough to cover the down payment. And if the business becomes successful, we’ll be able to cover the monthly payments.” The others nodded, as if this was to be expected. Even the eldest daughter nodded along instead of berating her brother for doing something so impulsive. Because it wasn’t impulsive. It was something that had grown on them during the past few months.

The girl had started to visit the family’s cafe a few months ago. She was new to the city and felt the need to find a cozy cafe to spend her afternoons reading in the corner with a nice cup of tea. It had been a complete accident finding the cafe. She was following her google maps in an attempt to find another cafe, one that had been established for decades and had tons of five star reviews. But her horrible sense of direction led her straight to the door of the family’s cafe, entitled The Lamppost Cafe by the youngest of them. 

She knew this wasn’t the right cafe but she was getting tired and the sun was starting to burn her skin so she walked in, glad to feel the rush of AC. The cafe was decently populated, a good sign the girl told herself. “How can I help you?” the girl at the register had asked. Her hair was tied back and the name tag pinned to her shirt read ‘Susan’. The girl quickly scanned the menu, realizing she should have waited a bit longer before approaching the counter. She finally decided on a lavender scone and a cup of earl grey with a splash of honey. Satisfied with her choice, she scanned the room for a seat and decided on the table near the window. She sat down and grabbed her book from her bag, beginning to read when she heard someone approach.

“Lavendar scone and earl grey?” She looked up to see a guy holding her order in his hands. The one thought that went through her mind was how blue his eyes were. She wondered if that color blue could be natural. She nodded in response to his answer, smiling as he placed the food onto her table. 

“Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he replied. The girl couldn’t help but quietly giggle at his response, thinking it to be a bit more formal than expected. The boy turned around to hide his blush as he walked back to the counter, his sister looking like she was prepared to say something smart. He gave her a warning look before walking to the back, away from everyone.

The girl found herself falling into a pattern of visiting The Lamppost Cafe every Saturday at exactly one in the afternoon. It wasn’t like she planned it, it just was the way things worked out. The fact that she got to see the cute guy every time might have contributed a bit to her constant returns though she never would admit it. The first few times she went, the same girl, Susan, took her order. But within a month of her visiting the cafe, the guy with the unnatural blue eyes stood at the register, always finding an excuse to work the register as soon as the clock neared one o’clock on Saturdays. The first time he did it, his sister gave him a look. The kind of look that let him know that she knew what was going on in his mind and was prepared to tease him about it later that day. It wasn’t hard for Susan to put it together between him constantly checking the girl’s usual seat and him taking longer than usual when delivering the food to the girl.

“Peter’s in love,” Susan declared to her siblings when they got home after the first tine Peter took over the register for the mystery girl.

“No I’m not,” he argued, always one to avoid his emotions.

“So who’s the unlucky girl?” their brother asked.

“Wish I could say but we don’t even know her name,” Susan replied for Peter.

“How can you love someone if you don’t even know their name?” their sister asked.

“I’m not in love with her!” Peter exclaimed.

“Sure, instead you just oggle at her the entire time she comes into the cafe. He even took my job at the register today!”

“I want to see her!” their sister exclaimed, excited to hear of a girl having such an effect on her oldest brother.

“Come in on Saturday and you can,” Susan replied, a smile growing on her face as horror grew on her brother’s.

“Suddenly all of my plans for Saturday have fallen through. I’ll be there as well.”

“That’s not necessary at all, Ed,” Peter said, feeling his face already starting to warm.

“Oh but it definitely is,” he replied, a smirk forming on his face.

Could have sworn I already reblogged this, but OMG- I check back, like, weekly to see if there's a part 3 🤭