So My Birthday Cake Looks Like An Abomination

IS BEING HYDRATED REALLY WORTH ALL THIS PEEING?

im still losing it over the "how did high schoolers write 600 word essays before chatgpt" post. 600 words. that is nothing. that is so few words what do you mean you can't write 600 words. 600 words. this post right here is 45 words.

🍓🍓 reblog to give some chocolate covered strawberries to your beloved mutuals 🍓🍓

I feel like in fhh chloe is going to do significant damage to either oliver, silas, or both of them.

One lesson I learned the hard way was to annotate books in pencil. Now when there's a book I plan to get rid of I have to spend 30 minutes with a white out roller hunched over the book erasing my dumb commentary.

do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

92% of people who read this are in a state of denial the likes of which I thought unreachable.

I can't I can't I can't I can't

-Orion

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Merry christmas to everyone who celebrates :))

Some more Secret Shanghai incorrect quotes! (Some of these take place in a past timeline)

Katherina: Who the fuck broke the toaster? Phoebe: It was Marshall. Alisa: It was Marshall. Benedikt: Marshall broke it. Marshall: Marshall: ...yOU PROMISED-

Katherina: Mom, can I please borrow five dollars? Juliette: If you’re only borrowing it, does that mean you’ll pay me back at some point? Katherina: Of course. Katherina: Not directly, but with my love. Juliette: So that’s a no.

Orion: Hey, Rosalind, do you have feelings for me? Rosalind: Yeah, anger.

Alisa, about Oliver: I could fix him, but honestly whatever the hell is wrong with him is way funnier. Rosalind: That's what any god probably thinks about me.

Bendikt: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized. Marshall: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to his knees and sob while apologizing profusely* Benedikt: That one. I want that one.

Silas: Not to be nsfw but I want someone to hold me while I sleep.

Rosalind: I lost Phoebe. Alisa: How did you LOSE Phoebe?! Rosalind: To be fair, she is very small.

Phoebe: How are you today? Silas: Please don’t make me think about my life.

Juliette: You either buckle down and do your work or you’ll end up at McDonalds. Katherina: We're going to McDonalds if I don't do my work? Juliette: NO-

Silas: Why can’t we all just get along? 

Orion: Because most of us are assholes, Silas.

Rosalind: I hate you. Orion: Well, according to this picture I drew of us holding hands, that is untrue.

Silas: Are you really planning to shoot the demon? Phoebe: Don't worry, it's a holy gun. Silas: How so? Phoebe: It makes holes.

Marshall: Operation no more distractions is a go! *not even 10 seconds later* Marshall: Oh, look! A butterfly!

Alisa: *on the phone with Celia* I can’t talk right now, I’m doing hot girl shit. Celia: You’re pulling Oreos apart and saving off the frosting to make a mega Oreo, aren’t you. Alisa: Maybe.

Rosalind: What kinds of sounds annoy you? Orion: Are we talking real sounds or imaginary ones? Rosalind, now interested: Lets say imaginary. Orion: Spiders wearing flip flops.

Roma & Juliette: Do not come over to my house. If the house is on fire you may knock once, if I don’t answer assume I set the fire and I want to burn to death.

Orion, excitedly: Heeyy!! Silas: Hey, someone's excited. Oliver, deadpan: Yeah, and it's making me sick.

Katherina, who is planning to sneak out with Alisa: We need to distract these guys. Alisa: Leave it to me. Alisa: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. Roma & Juliette: immediately begin arguing

FHH SPOILERS BELOW

Celia, to Oliver: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail. Silas: No, it was my fault actually. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the police station.

Orion, no memories: Can I ask a dumb question? 

Rosalind, exhausted : Better than anyone I know.