Headcanon Time (no Spoilers): While Some Of The Flynn-related Items In Prinz' Collection Are The Genuine

Extrie, Extrie! It’s the newest issue of the Talking Tick!

exactly!

One hundred and one days ago my friends and I were normal teenagers. It was sunny even for an October day, I had just gotten coffee with an old friend, I was scrolling through some silly article I found, speedwalking the way home so I could make it in time to help prepare for the holiday dinner. All of us seniors were warily anticipating the endless weeks until the next break, mentally preparing to study our asses off for the rapidly approaching finals. I was finally working up the nerve to ask this one guy out, I was vaguely planning to see a friend who was home from the army during the week, and I was due to start driving lessons as soon as I called the teacher up.

And then everything changed the next day, just like that.

In these past one hundred days every Jewish person and every Israeli has had their world turned upside down. There is not a SINGLE family left untouched somehow. Cousins, friends, teachers, we all know someone whose life is never going to look the same.

We'e seen the liveliest, wisest, funniest people we know walk around with hollow expressions. We've seen the strongest, most sarcastic and stoic people we know break down in tears midsentence. People we look up to are as broken as we are.

There isn't really anything to say. Our words echo in the silence. People deny us the right to grieve and to defend ourselves, everywhere, not just in Israel.

And we're not the only ones suffering. The people in Gaza are going through an indescribable hell, which their downright evil leaders have brought upon them. It's terrible.

War is heartbreaking.

Be empathetic. Be kind. Give someone a hug. Learn something new. Do something good.

guys! Make sure to purchase Girl Scout cookies if you can! They don’t take donations from anti-trans organizations!

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What if the Unknown is actually a health inspector to make sure the chocolate factory is up to code and has to hide in the walls, and willy wonka slanders his name because the health inspectors will shut down his factory for multiple health and safety violations.

Reblog to kill it faster

Grimm is that kind of bitch

She’s spotted you.

Jesus Take the Wheel!

I fucking love Miitopia

Well then.

Spin the 17th century death wheel and tell me how you died in the tags

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See what you might’ve died from in 1665 London, using real mortality records.

This beautiful little goth baby is the first child of the new faith ^v^