#or whatever the tag will be idk

[mroddmod]

the queen of the disco or whatever

[rassblerry]

PV thinks he's part of the team....

Reference because this was insanely funny to me. GET SENT TO THE MINES, IDIOTS!!!

[sweetbouquetartisane]

Good Will Hunting (1997) Dir. by Gus Van Sant

[psystirene]

quick kpop demon hunters gifs (of jinu bc i was making a layout to match with my friend nes) *also idk how to make it so his eyes are appropriately neon yellow in some of these </3

feel free to use for whatever

edit: I FORGOT TO REMOVE A FRAME RFROM ONE OF THESE (kicks rock)

heres a longer version of the like. two scenes i also have individual gifs of. smiles (i used this for my banner)

[delicourse]

Snake Year

[mildmayfoxe]

ARTISTS! UPLIFT EACH OTHER! ☞ shop / patreon ☜

[chaoticbuggybitchboy]

So done with all the defeatism nonsense. Life keeps going. My girlfriend has her first job interview later this morning. I’ve got to fold my laundry. My friends and I have a d&d session later this week. We’re still going. You’ll keep going. I’ll drag your asses into the future kicking and screaming because they want you to lay down and die. And I’ll be damned if any of us do what they want.

[liriostigre]

Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen

[quietwhispersofaffection]

Price, who didn't understand the meaning of baby fever until he saw you.

Little wifey in that smooth cotton, floral-pattern dress was all Price needed to realize that he was going to make his adorable, shy wife a mother. Eyes watching you with a calculated precision as you flitted around the living room like a darling bird, the book he bought you two days ago in hand as you moved to flip the record that sat in the player.

"Was' all this?" he grunted, slowly walking over to you, eyes moving to your thighs with a slow, hungry gaze. You didn't turn from your spot, setting the book down and flipping the record. "My book?" You asked, tilting your head and slightly glancing at him, though you most likely couldn't see that predatory look on his face. "You were the one who got this for me, remember?" Your tone held a slight tone of surprise, had he really forgotten that quickly?

"No, lovie." He chuckled, slightly bemused as his eyes roamed down your back appreciatively once more. "What's all this yer wearin'?" His large hands gently moved up to caress the dip of your hip, taking one step closer as the warmth of his chest hit your back. He watched as the fabric of the skirt slowly slipped from his hand, a slight weight to it as he felt along it.

"Oh!" He could tell you were pleased, the hint of excitement in that bright voice he loved so much. You moved to look back at him, hair swaying just slightly as your perfume rolled through the air.

Fuck. You smelled so good. You looked so radiant. Why did you look so god damn beautiful today? What was special about today?

"This is the new dress I was telling you about." You chirped happily, moving away from his grip to sit back down on the couch with that book, pulling your knees up just slightly. You didn't even notice the look he was giving you, did you? Vexing little minx, weren't you? "Do you like it?" You asked, making him clench a fist as he tilted his head down. Did he like it? Oh, little bird...

"I like it." He responded gruffly, taking a step forward and sitting down beside you, eyes moving to your tits that looked... so soft. "A lot."

You glanced up with a smile, eyes bright before halting at his gaze. The room felt as if it had risen ten degrees within the single moment you both held eyes, and a blush spread across your cheeks. "John...?" You whispered in a soft, sweet murmur, and he felt his self-control snap. "Fuck, little dove."

He was one you in a moment, gently moving the book from your grip like a true gentleman before pouncing. His pupils were blown wide as his large, calloused hands practically ripped the fabric from your body, desperate to get to your skin. "John-!" You mewled out pathetically, shaking your head as his teeth bit and nibbled at the skin of your jaw. "John-! Don't ruin the dress...!"

"I'll get you another one, lovie." He huffed out, grabbing your hips and tugging you down into the couch cushions, movements strong and controlled as he grabbed the hem of your panties, to his delight. Yeah, he was going to get you pregnant tonight, and he wouldn't stop until he knew you were.

His cute little dove.

[collgeruledzebra]

the thing about trying to recommend fiction podcasts to someone who isn't familiar with them is that not only are so so many genres represented but also the level of production can fall anywhere from "basically an audiobook" to "major motion picture minus the pictures"

[blyszczopies]

dont you hate when this happens

[horrormoviez]

Reminiscing

[In my Headcanon] Since Scar didn't die in Secret life but is a winner, he didnt recieve a memorial statue. Instead ; he just wanders around the garden with all the other statues of the winners. Most of the time, he likes to hang around in the 3rd Life memorial.

[nyastyaraspurrtina]

from what i understand from seeing tumblr posts about it, game changer is a show where a man locks game show contestants in some sort of chamber and psychologically tortures them like some sort of evil wizard. also i think he's a ceo?

[where-are-the-pixels]

[emilnikos]

i despise them

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."