Is That Gerard Way On Your Profile Pic?

i've just caught up with the chinese gp, has anyone talked about how the french commentators called charles by mistake "charles VERSTAPPEN" and went on to joke about max naming his kid charles

because i died

I LOVED IT!!! I was absolutely vibing to Lucy Gray singing. I was sad about Wovey and Sejanus though. Coriolanus is sooooo hot

You’re should be proud of me because I watched ballad of songbirds and snakes on the plane home😌

AH! How did you like it? :}

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stringing carlos along with the promise of a future in the team knowing very well fred not only had someone else lined up, but in fact tried to end carlos' contract early so he could immediately replace him is one level of shitty. informing his loser teammate, pretty much everyone inside and outside the team barring carlos is a whole other level of shitty. to proudly talk about this in interviews is a level of shitty i simply cannot comprehend.

Your monthly reminder that in this blog we hate Flavio Briatore, Christian Horner and Helmut Marko, no exceptions

The Outsiders as pictures of my cats

Dally:

Johnny:

Darry:

Sodapop:

Ponyboy:

Two-bit:

Steve:

The outsiders as me and my friends texts

Ponyboy: I GOT HAND SANITIZER IN MY EYE!!!!!!

Steve: HAHAHHAHAH

Ponyboy: IT BURNS!!!!!

Steve: LLLLLL

Ponyboy: It’s red😭😭

Darry: Uh oh

Ponyboy: *insert picture of his eye*

Ponyboy: 😭

Ponyboy: My eyelashes look nice tho

nothing scarier than being a fan of a fic and then becoming mutuals with the author. like hi shakespeare. big fan of your fake dating au

ESTEBAN SAYING "GOOD" TO OLLIE ADMITTING HE SAID "CIAO" WHEN PASSING AN ALPINE IM CRYING LAUGHING

Hello weary traveller, sit by me, the fire is so warm tonight. I have a story to tell you, one of caution. Long ago, in the decadant lands of 2013, I was a young lay, glossy eyed and full of hope, unknown to the shear terror and darkness of this world. I was traveling from JFK to Heathrow, as I had very important business with the queen to attend to. Me, being the old soul I am, I had though it was 1920s, and so put on a tag on my briefcase that said "Keep me with my owner UWU, im going to London! Nyan" (I was an UWUgirl at this time, I have since evolved, and would not like to talk about this particularly dark element of my past), and just for good measure added a picture of me trollfacing (it was 2013). When I arrived to Heathrow airport, I was waiting for my lagauge, when a tall, beafy, tatted, undemure, gentleman came up to me, and violently tapped more shoulder (it was more like an earthquake for me). He said "Hey, is this you?" and hands me the crumpled up, partially torned, and oddly shoe sole ridden tag with the message and picture. I, of course, said "yes that is." as, the evidence was undeniable, I was very much discernable. Right as I finished my sentence, the man pulls out a cricket bat (we were in Britain, btw), which he hits me over the head with, and I go cold immediately. When I woke up, I had no idea how long it had been since the incident (I had no concept of time at this... time), but it certainly was longer than a day (gut feeling). I was outside of my house, it was night time, and next to me was the battered remains of my briefcase. My roomate, Hatsune Miku, had came running out and said "Are you ok??" and my other roomate, Luigi Mangione, came outside, took one look at me, and just sighed. I hope you got something from this story. Many wise lessons can be learned with this one, choose one that speaks to your soul, and keep it with you, like that warm meal that you ate that one time.

I am absolutely moved by this story, it has brought tears to my eyes. I will make sure to tell this story to my future children