both Remus Lupin (Moony) and Keith Moon (Moonie). I like to pretend I write fanfiction. she/her
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#the who#pete townshend#classic rock#john entwistle#roger daltrey#keith moon#70s music#70s#60s icons#60s#old music
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Interestingly, this is the first record of the band after first landing on earth. Pictured here, they attempt to replicate human form out of natural materials as an attempt to blend in with the dominant species.
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Fun fact: the band would always have to stand with Roger in the front, other wise his true size would be known, as pictured here
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Little known fact, but during this photoshoot, Keith was tasked with showing Pete where to look. He, of course, used a laser pointer because Pete is a cat.
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Me when it's nighttime

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The moon only comes out at night
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Guys... you'll never believe this... her man's been gone. Yeah. And get this... he's been gone for nearly a YEAR. YEAH. On top of that, he was due home YESTERDAY. But, and I can't stress this enough... he ain't here.
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tcoptp wolfstar in my head (ff by @motswolo)


I’m scared I’ll never find a work as beautiful as this au IT IS EVERYTHING TO ME
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percy’s view of himself: i’m so stupid and ugly and useless. i’m such a lame demigod
literally everyone else’s view of percy:



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“lol Arthur Conan Doyle clearly didn’t know anything about drugs. Sherlock Holmes did cocaine but it calmed him down. That’s not how cocaine works!”
There are two options: Arthur Conan Doyle had never met someone addicted to cocaine or he met some with ADHD who was addicted to cocaine
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I think about this tweet all the time because they would've been SO powerful...
Like Brendan IS the lovable "oaf" superhero, and Sandra IS the no-nonsense, competitive journalist. The VISION:



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you’re sitting across from me in a shitty diner in anywhere, america, and i watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and i think “i love you.” you look up, catching me staring, and for a moment i think i’m brave enough to say it, but i take too long and the moment passes. i take the balled up straw wraper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. you laugh. i never want to go another day without hearing that laugh. i think i will have all the time in the world to say it.
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