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surprise, fellow kids. I bet you thought you’d seen the last of paintedposeys

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You. Cannot. Tell.

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everyone on this website except me needs to shut up

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Blowing a Glass

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this. this fucking image. this is why i love kingdom hearts. look at 3ds rendered jeff bridges and garrett hedlund standing next to this small anime man in a tron outfit. watch the big lebowski and whenever you see the dude think to yourself “that guy is gonna get put into a final fantasy spinoff one day and he’s going to run around with a small anime man in a tron outfit.” its great. im so glad this happened. 

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every male celebrity stands like this on the red carpet 

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elon musk fans when their tesla explodes and kills them

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[My father’s] funeral showed me that [he] meant many things to many people, and we were all grieving for different versions of him, when he felt most ours.  For my mother, it was their early years together when they were semi self-sufficient, grew their own vegetables and had goats in the front garden and chickens in the back.  For his manager Rob, it was sitting side by side, helping him keep the words flowing and making him the odd ‘glug’–a coffee with a tot of brandy.  Or, on harder days, a brandy with a tot of coffee.  For me, the dad I grieved most for, and still do, is the one I remember as a kid.

We didn’t have much money, but I hardly noticed when there were woods and fields to run around in, trees to climb, and animals to play with.  Dad and I often walked around the countryside while he taught me which wild plants were edible and showed me hidden caves and pools in the middle of the forest.  He used to whistle loudly.  I could never get the hang of it, so instead he taught me the words to The Rhubarb Tart Song and Whose Pigs Are These?  We would sing them loudly, joyfully, the wildlife fleeing before us.

Dad was someone who committed to the narrative of a situation rather more than the practicality.  So he would wrap me up and take me out of bed in the middle of the night to show me the glow-worms in the hedge or Halley’s Comet blazing across a star-filled sky.  For him, his daughter seeing these marvels of nature was much more important than sleeping, which I could do any time.  He didn’t teach me magic, he showed me it.

–Rhianna Pratchett (taken from “Terry Pratchett: His World”)

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Okay so a production of Hamlet that ends with “Goodnight, sweet prince,” etc. and then Horatio looks up and sees the audience for the first time and is both shocked and furious, because his world is falling apart and you sat there and watched.

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No magical chosen hero’s quest until you turn 18!!

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Unlimited breadsticks and drama.

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..... Ea-Nasir is that YOU

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I truly am obsessed with how Knives Out was like. Hello Daniel Craig, man who has spent the past two decades of his career being alternately beaten up and objectified playing an action hero with no personality. Would you like to please put on a shirt and an incomprehensible vaguely Texan accent and flex your character acting dark comedy muscles as well as your pecs for a while. And he's like BOY WOULD I and they made a work of art. Also love that they put Chris Evans in sweaters. Get your beefcakes then dress them nice make them soft and give them some bonkers character work to do it's what cinema needs more of

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I fucking hate twitter and I hate the topics feature but this ONE time, this single time, they got me

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the whole concept of tiktok being the new tumblr for kids makes me insane bc imagine the stupidest shit you’ve said on here as a kid but instead of a text post no one cares about it’s a video of you physically saying that shit out loud on the internet forever. i would just have to die