Okay but like, I know we didn't get the brangst (brad angst) that we all craved but you know what? It did confirm for me that Brad and Abed are definitely the same dude, and that's enough for me.
You telling me that if someone made Abed capture a rat, he wouldn't make a super elaborate heist-like plan involving ear pieces and a humane trap? And immediately drop that plan if he realised the rat was pregnant? It's the birds in the WiFi box all over again.
snowing hard this morning. the terror ice master failed to predict the ice shifting the ship to the opposite angle. Only thing he said was “we slidin” i cant stop thinking about this
Type 1: I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas, I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus, the Alvin and the Chipmunks Christmas song
Type 2: The Christmas Shoes
Type 3: all the bad religious songs, especially the terrible hymns that are just demanding you worship Jesus again and again, alas!
Type 4: Santa Buddy, and other more forgettable covers
Type 5: “As Long as There’s Christmas” from Beauty and the Beast: Belle’s Enchanted Christmas, the many bland songs from many bland low-budget musical adaptations of A Christmas Carol, etc etc
this movie broke me. i have a headache from crying. i've been dissociating for 2 hours. i got fried chicken on my way home and i don't remember it. 5 stars.
for @colonoscopys; i love you like a dog 2: christmas boogaloo
The clothes are still heaped over the duvet messily, but the suitcase, the massive cross-country-move-sized suitcase, is open and in the centre of the room, and Buck is sitting sadly inside it.
“Oh, Buck,” Eddie says softly, torn between unbearable fondness and an ache that threatens to crack his breastbone.
Buck’s endless legs are pretzeled tight, criss-crossed and tucked under him where he’s squeezed himself into the suitcase. He barely fits—he’s curled himself uncomfortably small and his knees are indented by the zipper teeth on either end.
He looks at Eddie, bottom lip pink and chewed to hell as he tries very valiantly to hold in a pout.
“Eddie, I—” he starts, and then cuts himself off, looking at the clothes on the bed and chewing his lip some more.
“Baby,” Eddie says, “do you wanna come with us?”
or, home for the holidays is a person, not a place, and a puppy can be for christmas and forever
you have no choice but to overhear the conversation happening between your favorite group of friends, which, of course, means you have no choice but to walk over and chime in. "i so would tell you i loved you!"
your friends give short greetings before kaminari sarcastically continues: "yeah, and you'd probably kiss and hug on him too!" he juts out his bottom lip, pouting as he condescends, "you're such a sweetheart!" the group laughs as you jokingly give them a squint and death stare before walking over to bakugou.
you grab the sides of his face from behind the couch where he sits, gently tipping his head back and giving a tight-lipped smile before you smother him with kisses. his whole face except for his lips is victim to your love-filled attack, and you give the final blow with one huge "mwah!" pressed to his cheek.
"told you i would," you say cheekily. he stares at you, a slow, grinch-like side grin overtaking his features. you smile brightly back at him before dipping down and hugging him. "i love you~! so so so much!" and you give him another loud kiss to his cheek so he smiles even harder.
you point at the others and say, "don't doubt me or my love. ever," with that same joking glare. kaminari raises his hands as if to surrender, and bakugou pulls you over the couch to fall next to him, pulling you under his arm to boast about just how much you love him over everyone else.