The ol' Eghroots Mintz-Plasse is an incredibly famous duster, the best of the best. No one dusts it off like he does. If you have an Eghroots Mintz-Plasse that needs dusting, call the ol' Eghroots Mintz-Plasse.
Sweet mother of god, my car, it needs dusting. I know! I'll call the ol' Eghroots Mintz-Plasse!
A Sleepy Bois base fanfic made by blujamas found on Archive Our Own that’ll break your tiny tiny heart. A story about a King, a Prince, and a soldier. A story about immortality and the effects of being a god. It’s worth the read even if you don’t know much of the context. Also influenced by the song Passerine by The Oh Hello’s. This story just might make you love it forever.
“I’m not done yet!” Tommy said, and produced one more flower—a single yellow rose. “This one’s my favorite,” he added as he gently tucked the flower behind Technoblade’s ear, the one that had the emerald earring that Wilbur had found so familiar, “because it means friendship.”