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[DecoVault @Decovaultt]

Parallels between Jon snow and Daenerys (mother of Dragons) in Game of Thrones

[DecoVault @Decovaultt]

Who will have thought Jon Snow will betrayed Daenerys Targaryen after all these chemistry between then.

[JØHÑ THË JÊW @J_big1]

Aaron Pierre and Michele Morrone are both talented actors who have made a name for themselves, but who do you think is the better actor?🎥

[BIG CHU @BloodytoothG]

We all have that one coworker we could tell a thousand negative stories about, but sometimes, we choose to keep them to ourselves.

[Movie Analyst @Analystmovie1]

She just wanted to hang a picture.
The wall answered with a tongue.

The idea isn’t the hole.
It’s how the thing she was most afraid of outside was already living inside the walls with her.

The Wall That Breathed Back

[Parrot🦜🦜 @OlawuyiSunday12]

【第1話】夫は毎晩メッセージを受け取っていた。でも、相手が誰なのか絶対に教えてくれなかった。

毎晩11時47分になると、夫のスマホに必ずメッセージが届いた。

最初は、仕事関係の連絡だと思っていた。

でも、あることに気づいた。

メッセージが届くたびに、夫のダニエルはそっとスマホを手に取り、内容を確認しては微笑み、私に画面を見せないようにするのだ。

ある晩、私はついに尋ねた。

「毎晩メッセージを送ってくるのは誰なの？」

夫はすぐにスマホの画面をロックした。

「大した相手じゃないよ。知り合いだ」

「だったら、どうして隠すの？」

夫はため息をついた。

「お願いだから、こんなことで騒がないでくれ」

私はそれ以上追及しなかった。

でも、メッセージは毎晩届き続けた。

必ず11時47分に。

すぐに返信する日もあれば、何分も画面を見つめてから文字を打つ日もあった。

ある夜、夫がシャワーを浴びている間、ベッドの横に置かれたスマホが光った。

新しいメッセージが表示された。

「会いたい。あの頃のように戻れたらいいのに」

心臓が激しく鳴った。

会話を開こうとした瞬間、もう一通メッセージが届いた。

「奥さんは、私のことを知っているの？」

私は気分が悪くなった。

シャワーから出てきた夫に、私はスマホを手に持ったまま尋ねた。

「この人は誰なの？」

夫の表情が一変した。

彼は否定しなかった。

スマホを取り返そうともしなかった。

ただベッドに腰を下ろし、涙を浮かべながら言った。

「サラ、ずっと君に隠していたことがある。でも、真実を聞いても僕を嫌いにならないと約束してほしい」

私は夫を見つめた。

「他の女性と秘密のやり取りをしておいて、嫌いにならないでほしいなんて、よく言えるわね」

すると夫は、思いもよらない言葉を口にした。

「毎晩メッセージを送っているのは、他の女性じゃない。君の過去に関係する人なんだ……君が二度と会えないと思っていた人だよ」

[Shady @Shadyflix]

Jon Snow’s resurrection ultimately felt like a wasted narrative opportunity.

After all the mystery, sacrifice, and supernatural buildup surrounding his return, Season 8 gave him almost nothing meaningful to accomplish. His comeback barely mattered to the story.

[C👑 @chukwu_somaga]

Jocasta and Vision have both sign the clients contract and now will have to fulfill their end of the agreement.
Jocasta awakes and she seems to be able to feel now.
Vision I'm sure escapes the manor of the client or is sent directly to collect the nanites in Jocasta nest. This is the scene where I believe Ultron tries to ambush him.

[moviegodess @moviegoodess]

Women have two times in their lives when they’re made to have sex.
The first is a few days before their period. Their tits get rock-hard and swell to twice their size. They feel so heavy in your hands, and their nipples are extra sensitive. Pound her hard and cum deep inside, filling her up. Fuck her however you want. Even if you fuck her until her legs go weak and shaky, that’s fine. Once you’ve cum, you can keep going and going.
The second is ovulation. Her pussy gets soaking wet then, with plenty of juices. One touch and slick, sticky arousal comes gushing out. Just press your cock in a little and it slides all the way in. Tight, hot, soft and squishy. Every thrust makes wet, sloppy sounds, and the pleasure shoots through you like crazy.
These are the only two times. Remember them well. Don’t miss out for anything. At any other time, fucking her just isn’t this much fun.

[JERRY @jus_jerryy]

Marvel has officially ruined Vision just to drag out another endless Disney+ series. By explicitly stating "I'm not Vision", the show completely erases his entire character development from WandaVision just to introduce a cheap, repetitive identity crisis arc.

[Tom Odey @odey_me]

The Garden on Maple Street Every morning, Mr. Alvarez watered the cracked pots on his porch with the same careful rhythm he’d used for forty years.
The roses had long since given up, and the tomato plants drooped like tired shoulders, neighbors walked past without looking; most assumed the old man preferred it that way.
Ava noticed.

She was twelve and new to the street, her parents worked late shifts, so she walked home alone, backpack heavy, eyes on the sidewalk.
One afternoon she stopped when she saw Mr. Alvarez struggling to drag a bag of soil up the steps. Without a word, she took the other end, he looked startled, then nodded once.

“Name’s Ava,” she said.

“Eduardo,” he answered, almost shyly.

The next day she brought a plastic jug of water from the corner store. The day after that, she asked if he had any extra seeds. He did, old packets of marigolds and basil tucked in a drawer, they planted them together in the cracked pots, fingers in the dirt, not talking much.

Word spread the way small things do. Mrs. Chen across the street left a tray of dumplings on the porch “for the gardeners.”

A teenager named Malik offered to fix the wobbly railing, by midsummer the porch wasn’t just pots anymore; it was a scatter of mismatched containers, a folding chair, and a wooden crate that served as a table. People stopped, they stayed, someone brought a second chair, then a third. Ava started bringing her homework.

Mr. Alvarez, who had once taught high-school biology, explained photosynthesis while they pinched dead leaves. Malik taught her how to change a bike tire, Mrs. Chen showed her how to fold dumplings so the edges sealed without leaking.
In return, Ava watered the plants when Mr. Alvarez’s knees hurt, and she listened when he talked about the wife who used to sit in the empty chair.

One evening in late August, a city inspector came about a complaint someone had reported “unpermitted structures.”
The neighbors were already gathered.
Malik had the railing papers, Mrs. Chen had photos of the original porch.
Ava stood beside Mr. Alvarez, dirt under her nails, and simply said, “We take care of it.”

The inspector looked at the marigolds, bright and stubborn against the gray siding, and left without a fine.
When school started again, Ava’s backpack felt lighter, she had people to wave to on the walk home.

The garden kept growing. Mr. Alvarez’s porch stayed crowded, and every time Ava pushed open the gate, the old man was already smiling, a watering can in one hand and an extra glass of lemonade in the other.
She never kept score of what she had given, she only knew that the street felt different now, and so did she.

The flowers kept blooming,
the chairs stayed full and the quiet reward of having stayed long enough to matter settled in her chest like warm soil after rai.

Something that grew without anyone needing to measure it.

[Zoey @zoeygyal]

There are people who have never broken a phone screen.
I don’t know whether to congratulate them or ask what kind of protection they’re using.

[Ayshatou🥀🥀 @rukks90]

No matter how many times I watch this scene

I never get tired absolutely pure gold🎥🍿

[S Suzzy @Ssuzzie]

Last weekend my neighbor called the cops on me for mowing my own lawn.

Not even joking.

I've lived in this house for 3 years. My neighbor, let's call her Karen, is like 60 and acts like she's the HOA president even though we DON'T HAVE an HOA.

Last Saturday at like 9am, I'm out mowing my front yard. It's my day off. I have my AirPods in, just doing my thing.

She comes storming across the street in her pajamas, yelling. I take one AirPod out.

Her: "DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?!"

Me: "It's... 9am?"

Her: "It's Saturday! People are trying to SLEEP! You can't mow this early! There are RULES!"

[SDflix @Sdflixx]

He deserves it all for real.

[Exclusive Movies @ExclusiveFlicks]

🎬Alien Romulus💯🍿

💀The hybrid doesn’t hunt. It studies you first.
Rain is trapped in a room with something that still remembers being human. The crew is already dead. The airlock is the only way out.💯

[Teee @Chuchu_Backup]

This scene is rated 10/10🎥🍿

[KRAVEN MOVIES @KRAVENMOVIES]

Barber's Shop 2

[Prime〽️ @Eman_Primes]

Y'all don't know what Natasha was doing to Tony stark with those eyes.😭
Bro was fooling around her throughout the whole movie 🤦

[@Charlotte @Lunapedcz6o]

1999 Cast Then and Now 27 YEARS LATER

[Queen 💝 @myqueenhachi]

Me: "Hi, I bought this coffee maker last week, and it stopped working. I'd like to exchange it."

Customer Service: "Have you tried unplugging it and plugging it back in?"

Me: "Yes. I've tried everything. It won't turn on."

Customer Service: "Okay. Can you confirm the purchase date, order number, serial number, and the email address associated with your account?"

Me: "Sure. I have the receipt right here."

Customer Service: "Unfortunately, I can't process this request without the serial number."

Me: "It's printed on the bottom of the machine."

Customer Service: "Can you take a picture of it and upload it through our website?"

I looked at the machine, then at my phone. I hadn't realized returning a broken coffee maker would become a full-time job.