Art By Nathanaël Bronn

happy angel number birthday to my canonically kind of a bitch son

i'm just like sisyphus except instead of pushing a boulder i live with my parents

no matta whatcha say or whatcha do

Say what you want about Parisians celebrating Gabriel for killing Gabriel or whatever, but honestly whenever I think about the fact that Gabriel died with the last memory of his son being Adrien sobbing and crying and pleading “mom would hate what you’re doing” and desperately trying to get away from him, and his last memory with Nathalie was of her literally attempting to murder him with a crossbow, I feel soooooooo good.

He died knowing the only two living people he had a semblance of care for despised him.

babeee ill let u spin me around

gregory house is the man the myth the legend. he’s a genius. he’s babygirl. he’s in his 40s. he has no friends. he has one friend. he has NO friends. he has coworkers and a friend he’s in a constant battle of wits and wills with. he has a pet rat he almost kills with mad science and loves more than life itself. he has a guitar. his guitar got kidnapped. multiple people have tried to murder him in his own workplace. he’s mentally ill he’s the sanest man alive he’s unhinged. he has committed multiple murders technically depending on your definition of murder. he supports murder. he’s a misogynist who supports women. he’s broken up multiple marriages one of which was his own. his dad isn’t his dad. he rides a motorcycle he bought during a midlife crisis. everyone is obsessed with him. two of his best friends are terminally ill. he has NO friends. he and his best friend want to fuck but that’d be way too normal for them. he drove a car into a house. he’s forced his employees to break into countless houses and dig up at least one grave. at least two ghosts have haunted him personally. and he’s bisexual.

My friend showed me this new au yesterday and I've been possessed ever since

adriens facing left

inspired by this post

chase in chuks