Agreeing to make couple OCs with someone but neither of you are allowed to show your OCs to each other until they are ready and now those two are going to get together and they must work it out no matter what
let’s do it
OH MY GOD YES PLEASE I WANNA DO THIS
"Let It Go" ragtime on Main Street USA at Walt Disney World (by Inside the Magic)
But why the fence? Are people going to attack him? Is the man going to escape?
The fence is to keep people from getting too close and to discourage little ones from messing with the keys as he plays.
But it’s still always a delight to see these guys playing on Mainstreet <3
This is amazing
you know when youre really angry about something and its so stupid like your sim burning their food but youre just so ANGRY about it and your brain is like
bro stop thats not something you should be pissed about
and youre like
I KNOW BUT IM SO FUCKING ANGRY IM GONNA EAT A COUCH
and you just stay angry for the entire day and you just kind of wallow in your anger
I’m gonna eat a couch.
This will be my new go to phrase for when I’m angry.
i actually had this conversation today
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH OH MYGOD THE FACT THAT THIS IS A TRUE STORY MAKES IT TEN TIMES BETTER
Can this please happen in the last episode please?
His head looks like a Salvador Dali painting. The toughness of these dogs is amazing, he came back from an injury that malformed his entire skull.
It sounds morbid to say, but I wonder what his skull looks like under his doe-eyed exterior.
:C Poor baby. Bless the people who saved him and gave him a loving home.
On the last day, when Aslan drew her and Peter aside, she did not cry. Her throat closed up and her heart clanged so loudly in her ears that she missed half of what he said.
Too old to return to Narnia?
You shoved me back into this wretched unformed child’s body, lion-god, and made me a thousand years a widow, and now I am too old?
If Susan had been standing next to the White Witch, before the Stone Table, looking down at Aslan bound and muzzled, she would have asked to wield the knife.
Peter was keeping his chin up and saying all the right things. Susan sank her teeth into her lower lip and thought that she would have given everything she had not to come back to Narnia this time.
Aslan looked at her as he spoke. He knew what she was thinking, of course. He always did.
Susan didn’t care. If he was going to go around refusing to be a tame lion, he could hardly fault her for refusing to be a tame woman.
Lucy was coming up, with Edmund beside her. She gritted her teeth, and swallowed her rage. It would not do Lucy a great deal of good to see her god gut her sister with one of his gigantic paws. And she’d be damned if she cried in front of him. She had cried for him once already, cried and worked her fingers bloody prying a muzzle from his dead jaws, and this was how that vigil was repaid.
She would be glad to never see Narnia again. The languid erasing of her memories could not come quickly enough. There was nothing left for her here.