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Dear Crabsie,
I have brought thou a gift to defend thyself against any fishy thoughts, especially those which bringeth with them sadness and disdain, have these items to fortify your mind :
Okay have a nice day 🫂✨💕💥‼️
Dearest Starrie,
I was so thrilled upon receiving your notice of such a thoughtful gift that my joy rivalled that of my passing exam mark! However, I was simply aghast to discover that your gift had fell victim to the capricious nature of my postal service! I was looking forward to disrupting the tender tranquility of my housemates with my sweet kicks, but alas, the universe deemed this gift too powerful—too dangerous on the wrong feet. I am unworthy of such a gift. I only pray that whoever has received such a paragon of personal footwear will give them the honour and care that they deserve.
Your Humble Jestie,
Crabs
meanwhile...
but where did the other shoe go?
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its so funny to me that the people i really really like. like top mcyt blorbos. are all women + rendog. hes the diversity hire
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The mysterious tooka trots up to the café again a little later, but doesn't try to open the door again. The tag on its collar catches the light as it stretches out by a window, peering curiously inside, and then trots off again, leaving a few shed cream and pink hairs behind.
[It's the busiest time of day, lunch hour, and Feral is whipping out drinks three at a time. The bakery case looks like it's been mauled. There's no nut-based creamer anywhere in the building, and all the nemoidians are mad about it.]
[It is amidst this chaos, between matcha latte for a twi'lek and a nubian fog for a weequay, that a glint catches his eye. Feral is, after all, a hunter born and bred. He can't help but freeze, pupils dilating, muscles tensing.]
[Like a frozen moment in time he catches sight of the adorable little fuzz ball from the other day as it stretches in the window sill. He blinks, and it's already trotting away... what terrible timing! He can't even go try and tempt it in with a bit of food, because the door just opened and three more people joined the queue.]
[Feral shakes himself and refocuses, caught back up in the daily lunch rush. Next time, he hopes, he'll be less busy...]
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"Happy birthday to Robby Krieger!
Here are The Doors hour after we photographed the Morrison Hotel album cover, we ended up getting a beer at the Hard Rock Cafe (the original one) on Skid Row in Downtown LA."- Henry Diltz via Facebook
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You know that genre of horro where a person is standing outside a window but nobody notices and you can only see their outline and maybe a bit of their face
That but Batman
Sometimes he just takes off the cowl, adds on some makeup and a brown wig and just stands outside a suspects window to get them to do something he need them to
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