obviouslacking

[obviouslacking]

“I don’t do math because I’m gay” “the gays can’t do math” “If I explain math on tumblr I’ll lose my gay card” all of you apologize to Alan Turing right now 

[obviouslacking]

do you think buck lies awake at night trying hard and failing bad not to think about The Competition Conversation. like "he was a renter? WHY did i say that? A RENTER?????? whatever. Whatever. it's true anyway. he WAS a renter. and he IS straight. and i'm NOT in love with him. it's TRUE. it's fine. whatever!!!!! who cares. not me! 🙂 stupid tommy. what does he know? he just doesn't get our Bond. our NORMAL BOND. whatever. shut up and go to sleep buck. you have facetime breakfast with eddie in the morning! which is NOT because i'm in love with him. just to be clear!" and then he grabs his phone and googles "facetime every day sometimes multiple times normal reddit" and it takes him to r/datingadvice and r/longdistance and he throws his phone on the floor

[obviouslacking]

is there a support group for aromantics struggling with. everything. asking for a friend

[obviouslacking]

he really punched a wall till his knuckles bled after begging & pleading for god to bring cas back. fellas...do u ever...

[obviouslacking]

Yeah you could say I’m doing numbers on tumblr. And that numbers? One

[obviouslacking]

high infidelity - taylor swift

[obviouslacking]

Musée Rodin, Paris

[obviouslacking]

it should be illegal to take a nap and still have a headache when you wake up. like no i shut it off and back on again why are you still here

[obviouslacking]

I came to Rosings with the single object of seeing you — I had to see you. PRIDE & PREJUDICE (2005)

[obviouslacking]

Galeries Lafayette, Paris

[obviouslacking]

[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

[obviouslacking]

you know vatican city i’m actually jobsearching myself at the minute

[obviouslacking]

What do you mean you can’t find a job? Have you looked on Indeed? What about Linkedin? You should try Upwork. How about Rise? Have you tried Jobera? Take a look on Dribbble. You GOTTA be on Jooble, dude. Get on Jooble. Jooble has it for you.

[obviouslacking]

fuck it everyone tell me about one fanfic which has changed your brain chemistry

[obviouslacking]

discussion about right wing radicalisation focuses near-exclusively on men becoming white nationalists but i wonder how it might manifest elsewhere. like, imagine a heavily online subculture of mostly women and they're dedicated to rooting out degeneracy, maintaining a rigid social order, refusing to acknowledge scientific consensus, being violently paranoid of a dehumanised other, adhering to exclusively eurocentric standards of beauty and politically dedicated to exterminating a minority group (possibly one that was already historically targeted for genocide). that'd be fuckin crazy lol

[obviouslacking]

Expelled from Word, he is now trying to contact you through other programs...

[obviouslacking]

"Hey, Buck, guess you're out on a call. Should've known. Bell probably rang the moment I dropped my last fare off. Anyway, just calling to check in. Hope it's an easy one! Call me back when you get a chance."

"Hey, Buck. You would not believe the ride I just had. Had to take them all the way up to Mesquite. Dead silence the whole time. And they weren't even on their phone! Whatever. It was an extortionate fee, thank God. And they tipped pretty well, but I was bored out of my mind. Hope you're having more fun than me. Call me back."

"Goddamn, you're busy today. Ravi say quiet again? Go easy on the kid. He can't be blamed for your crazy superstitions. Be safe. And call me!"

"Hey, Buck, hope you're doing okay. You've been MIA for hours, and I'm not above admitting I'm a little worried. Got my fingers crossed it's a bunch of fender benders. Nothing big. Just let me know you're good, okay? Even if it's just texting me an emoji from the back of the truck."

"Buck, come on, man. Jesus, I feel crazy. I don't think we've gone this long without speaking since I got out here. Chris has been making fun of me all night for being glued to my phone. Says I'm worse than his friend Jason waiting for Miley to text him back. Like I'm some lovesick teenager. Um. Anyway... Please just let me know you're okay. I'm worried sick over here."

"So many fucking voicemails and I just realised you won't even be able to listen to them if you're that busy. I feel like an idiot. I'm gonna hang up and text you. Please ignore my spiralling when you get home. God, you probably think something's wrong. Fuck. Idiot. We're fine. Everything's fine. I just miss you. Anyway."

Hey, Buck, ignore my voicemails. Nothing's wrong! Everything's fine, I'm just worried about you.

Send me some proof of life?

And call me back when you get the chance.

Be safe out there :)