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REBLOG TO SAVE A LIFE.

This. Is. Amazing

Fear.

FUCK silverfish

Oof

We all need this type of love

Yas

“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.

A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.

I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,

“I am the manager.”

Yes

Listen Guys…

I LOVE the soulmate trope where the soulmate’s name is written on their mate’s skin in their hand writing. But seriously? ALL of you have that in their best writing? Where is my story about someone with a doctor soulmate, who can’t read the name if their life depended on it? Where is my story where the illegible writing leads to low key anger that explodes when their mate finds them? WHERE ARE THEY?

Example:

“Oh my god! Did you say your name Wade Wilson? As in Wade Winston Wilson? Dude you’re my soulmate!”

*growls* “So you’re the little shit who couldn’t write if his life depended on it? You just had to be a doctor! Fucking fantastic! Thirty years with goddamn squiggle on my arm! Where the hell did you learn to write? Huh Dr. Webs?”

Dang

Firefighter demonstrates how to put out a kitchen fire

A blessing

A hummingbird thought a man’s orange hat was a flower [x]