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shane madej puts a bit of his own blood into every single episode of puppet history and that’s why it’s their best show

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ghost files is just so compelling because sure it’s about ghosts. sure it’s about trying to find proofs and evidence and explore what’s there. sure it’s about theories and banter. but in the midst of all this there’s another story about standing in the middle of a dark room paralyzed with fear until a friendly face cracks a joke for you. until someone says sure I’ll scream at dust and argue this is all bullshit while you find your courage. I’ll make a silly fool of myself, take goofy selfies of us in haunted mirrors and I’ll hold your hand for something I don’t even believe in. I’ll mock the wind and taunt demons so it’s less scary. I’ll sit there in the dark with you just to make you laugh.

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oh I didn't realize you used to be a huge piece of shit

now this may surprise some of the audience, but the majority of humans have to survive a phase called "being a teenager" and the results are often catastrophic

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Source: X

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it fucking breaks my heart hearing käärijä go "...but i wasn't the best :(" when he literally scored the second most points EVER in eurovision public vote, second only to ukraine in 2022, like sweetie NO LISTEN, you WERE the best actually

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you know what really pissed me off? Käärijä wanted to prove that finland can win with a song in finnish language. and it really could have happened. he had a huge chance to prove how important performing in native language is to finland and to the rest of europe. instead they made boring plain pop song IN ENGLISH won. crime

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"we were united by music" yeah they gave us a reason to commit a mass murder on juries tonight

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*cha cha chas sadly*

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*sweden winning*

everyone:

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Audience tonight is SO in it for Finland. Sweden's announcement as winner wasn't really met with LOUD happy screaming, there was booing and cha cha cha chanting mixed in the entire time. There's a clear fan winner.

Nobody needs this generic pop song.

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this isn’t my eurovision

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I'm burning down every single Ikea in a 50 km radius in retaliation for this crime

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So no Cha Cha Cha?

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Europe rn:

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Lazy morning

{mornings with Sirius}

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It’s early, 6am, and the sun is still rising casting its orangey light through your window, painting the small room with a comfortable warmth, and you notice the way beams of sunlight shine through the curtains like a beacon of light.

You look over at Sirius who is fast asleep, his cheek smushed against the pillow and his mouth slightly agape, you smile at the sight as you gently push his hair from his face tucking the black strands behind his ear, fingertips grazing against his cheek and you admire the small beauty mark that sits under his eye, how his skin glows underneath the suns warm light, it’s unfair that he still looks so beautiful in the midst of sleep.

You enjoy the silence for a moment, moving closer to Sirius’ warmth as his arm slings over your waist, and he mumbles something incoherent and you smile at how he shuffles closer to you, still completely dazed by sleep.

“Stop staring at me, creep” he mumbles against your neck, his legs entangling with yours as he urges you even closer to him.

You feel his hand dip underneath your shirt, his warm palms settling against the small of your back, “I wasn’t staring, I was admiring” you whisper, enjoying the way his fingers trace along your back and he hums in acknowledgment.

His nose nuzzles closer into your neck chasing after your body warmth and the ends of his hair tickle your skin, “You’re so warm” he says lips grazing against you and he presses gentle kisses to your neck down to your shoulder and you sigh at the loving feeling.

He continues to pepper your skin with soft kisses, from your chest trailing up to your neck then jaw, and finally, your face and you burst out in a fit of giggles trying to push him away, hands against his shoulders.

You glance over to your phone, it's already seven and there's a text from James, “We need to get up” you giggle at how Sirius shakes his head, “We can’t be late for James’ match, It's a big one today” you tell him and he groans against your skin, thinking about how cold it was outside the last time you both went.

“Five more minutes lovely, just five more minutes” he whispers with such a persuasive tone that you can’t help but want to indulge him and the way his hands rub against your waist down to your hip makes it even more impossible to move.

You know he’s a nightmare to try and get up, he could lay in bed with you all day if he had it his way, you had to bribe him out of bed.

“Sirius we really can’t be late, James will kill us” you giggle, trying to think of ways to get him out of bed, “Come on we’ll make breakfast together,” you say, playing with his hair.

He doesn’t answer straight away, still silently debating whether or not he wants to get out of bed, “We could make pancakes?” You suggest.

He watches as you get up, eyes trailing along your body, “Come on sleepyhead” you smile pulling at his hand, trying to get him out of bed, he lets out a groan as he reluctantly stands up following you to the kitchen with the odd complaint here and there.

“You’re a bully” he whispers, head resting against your shoulder as he stands behind you while you prepare the pancake batter, you roll your eyes at how dramatic he can be.

“Oh, a bully?” You laugh, and he nods against your neck hands dipping under your shirt to settle against your belly, “I’m making you pancakes at seven in the morning because I love you” you tell him and you can feel as he smiles against your skin, “I don’t think a bully would do that, would they baby?”

You move over to the stove with Sirius still practically glued to your side as you carefully pour the batter into the pan, “Yeah yeah, I love you too” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek before walking over to the kettle to brew the pair of you some tea, maybe mornings with Sirius weren’t too bad.

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