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wdym u can’t read his mind bro

(og comic by flashcs5 🫰🏼🧙🏼‍♂️)

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hey guys i made a substack! i realized that whenever i watch a movie i end up just talking to myself about it and i thought it was time to put my thoughts on "paper". so if you're at all interested in hearing my ramblings about shows/movies/books/etc. then maybe check it out! there's not much there now but there are some things in the works. thank you!!!

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poster design for this movie that i watched recently! i actually really like how it turned out!

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one of the reasons why Columbo is so funny is because he will get on his suspect's nerves sooo badly and then the suspect cannot do anything about it because Columbo will go "I'm just a little guy and it's my birthday! I'm just a little birthday boy!" with the suspect and Columbo both knowing full well that Columbo is lying but the suspect cannot say a word about it not being Columbo's birthday due to the social conventions surrounding them and the fact that they are indeed guilty of murder

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the usual sillies

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Sometimes I hyperfocus so hard on something, I forget I’m a person until someone interacts with me. I feel like some wild animal seeing a human being for the first time. I’m like “oh yeah I’m supposed to speak and stuff”

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they 🖤

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Hello Sherlock Hound fandom.. do yall exist? </3

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Frasier | 3.24 You Can Go Home Again

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Okay you guys.

IF YOU PRIMARILY DO NOT SPEAK ENGLISH reply with what you mentally call it, if you have a nickname for it or something

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some little frasier doodles that i forgot to share. I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!

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the only true ally

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uhh bunch of doodles

(diary entry under the cut)

Dear diary,

Yesterday, Jeeves let me cradle his face in these hands of mine. This might not seem like much but allow me to paint the full picture here. Quite frankly, I've had a few opportunities to hold this brilliant lemon before, whenever the poor thing was burning up with fever and whatnot. But, until now, I had never quite noticed how... soft Jeeves is. In that moment, with both hands on his map drowsy with sleep, I felt like I was being trusted with the most precious loaf of bread in all of England. No wonder; he's Jeeves after all. I mean to say, even in the wildest thunderstorm, you wouldn't catch less than fresh-faced and rosy-cheeked! It's a mystery how he does it, really.

But what I'm getting at is that I am only telling you this now because, for one simple reason, I couldn't tell you right away, or else I would have—Jeeves knows how no force is too great to try and stop me from jotting down a few notes on paper for later use in my books. No, you see, I couldn't because we were both getting ready for our respective beauty sleep, which meant only one thing: if I wanted to be the little spoon this time, I had to avoid any hesitation and nosedive in the sheets before Jeeves did, and lounge invitingly—as much as the willowy Wooster frame could—as to leave no room for arguments. One can enjoy doing the fulfilling act of embracing but one can also desire one's corpus to be enveloped by warmth itself, what. I didn't get to say as much right then though because, to my surprise, Jeeves had already followed me without a word and wrapped his arms round me. Directly, I felt like the happiest pillow on earth, as any pillow would be while being so firmly held and loved. But, again, I did not voice the thought; I simply let myself melt into the arms of Jeeves.

So, you see, there could possibly have been no time to grab a pen and fill you, dear diary, in on the whole binge.