I Had A Dream The Other Day, It Looked Like This.

posting it here because there's no chance anyone in my family would ever see it: this is how my brother's 13-year-old child decided to announce something to me

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Gideeeonn (I’ve been reading the first book!!)

"The lackluster fight turned in the third round when Paul landed jabs and a few combinations as Tyson looked every bit of his 58 years of age.

The near-capacity crowd booed the final decision and even walked out at the final bell. The best Tyson did was stalk Paul, 27, in the first round and landed a handful of punches. But for the rest of the fight he moved around, bit the thumb of his boxing glove and watched as Paul beat him.

According to Netflix’s statistics, Paul landed 78 punches to Tyson’s 18. Paul kept his distance by using his jab and combinations but in the early going he clinched Tyson several times, expecting the Tyson of old’s knockout power."

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I have my plans for the next 24 hours, sorry mom

god works fast but ao3 works faster

I can't escape this image of Lee

The entire Locked Tomb Trilogy.

Gideon is oblivious or perhaps in denial, Harrow is so in denial she makes herself get a lobotomy, and Nona is oblivious, to say the least

do you all see my vision here

Hi my name is Harrow'hark Nonagesimus and I have 200 souls trapped in me and short choppy black hair that grows too fast ever since my DIY lobotomy and black eyes like the rest of the Ninth and a lot of people tell me I look like Anastasia (AN: if u don't know who she is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to the girl in the tomb but I wish I was because she's a major fucking hottie. I'm a space Kiwi but my teeth are straight and white. I have skin that's only described as somewhat lighter than Gideon's and is always covered in greasepaint. I'm also a necromancer, and I live in a castle called Drearburh on Pluto where I'm the Reverend Daughter (I'm seventeen). I'm a goth (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love the Ninth's dress code and I always adhere to it. For example today I was wearing a ribcage corset, a black shirt, black pants, black boots, and a black cloak. I was wearing skull facepaint, specifically The Chain. I was walking outside Drearburh. It’s on Pluto so there was hardly any sun, which I was very happy about. Gideon Nav stared at me. I put up my middle finger at her.

Ever think about how Sing's life is just a never ending series of shoes to fill? How he's always the one left behind to grieve and try to pick up the pieces?