LO stan brain rot is vehemently defending a comic that you're swiping through so fast that you miss and forget crucial plot points, like thinking Demophoon was the reason for Demeter being a helicopter parent despite him being born during the 10 year time skip while Demeter was mortal.
LO anti/critic/hater brain rot is being able to look at an out-of-context panel of a character with same face syndrome turned greyscale and name exactly which character, scene, and episode it's from.
We are not the same.
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[ 📱 text ] Rachel Han 🍊
ANTONIO: [Attachment: 1 Image]
ANTONIO: Starting to suspect she likes the camera
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@vvisteriagrows liked this post for a closed starter ♡ plot: in source !
muse: harry lewis. 25-30. stage actor.
harry couldn't believe he let his friends convince him to show up here, let alone throw rocks at her window. he was one step away from holding a boombox over his head. the only thing propelling his delusion that this might work was his liquid courage. he threw a few stones softly, his aim slightly bad due to his drunkenness. after a minute of silence, he tossed another. "hello? anyone there?"
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I believe that if you have been active on the Glee subreddit in the last 5-10 years, particularly in the pandemic era, you deserve financial compensation, a Medal of Honor, literally anything for being in the trenches on that thread. Every time I log on to check and see what’s up, they are literally posting the most rancid takes and excusing homophobia or racism or both. It was truly were nuance and analysis would go to die, especially for characters like Santana and Quinn who didn’t fit into the nice near boxes of the show.
If your a fellow deserter/former member, you have my upmost respect
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STARTER FOR: @rachelxhan
LOCATION: mango tree / cardinal hill
Whatever throbbing, chaotic wave Deacon feels in each face-to-face social encounter is mitigated significantly by his online persona: assertive, a bit esoteric, and, yes, maybe even a little commanding. Deacon doesn’t mean to be rude, but having a straightforward demeanor allows him to stand out on the forums he frequents. His dogmatism is well appreciated by at least three golfing Reddit subforums, mistaking him for an actual professional golfer—or, at worst, calling him some armchair punk who thinks he knows better than actual golfers. Neither one is particularly validating; lately, it just feels like he’s got more time in his hands, and it’s clear he isn’t doing anything about it.
And, on the topic of time and anxiety and his online persona, it’s been almost a year since he’s begun commenting on the Blue News online discussion board. Increasingly, he’s been seized with the idea of meeting up with the op-ed with whom he usually exchanges kind words—or barbs, depending on the issue of concern—on the discussion boards. He’d sent the email to meet up in a 2am rush of having chugged two bottles of Gatorade and after a long run only to second-guess the invite the morning after.
Would Rachel appreciate it? Even as she’s accepted the invite, he’s second guessing. And, three days later, on the actual morning of the meetup, he’s still second guessing. He curbs his anxiety the way he knows best and makes the decision to run the whole way from his residence in Oak Gardens to their designated meet-up place in Cardinal Hill—
—and stops, finally, when he reaches his restaurant of choice: Mango Tree. His temples are still hammering by the time he seat on the chair opposite hers, “I’m not late, am I?” He checks his watch, realizing just then that they’d run a few minutes over their scheduled noon meetup. “Oh, shit, sorry about that. I had to run all the way here and I might’ve overestimated my runtime.” He’s finding it harder to meet his average time these days, but his drive has always supplanted whatever the anatomy of his might body resist. “You ordered yet? I’m a big fan of their sticky rice.”
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It’s not unheard of for Matt to take part in community events while on duty. They’ve done loads of them over the years and in the different cities he’s been in. But this is his first in a small city. You can tell the immediate difference with how most of the community turned out. He and his crew are there to help with booths, any type of emergency, and enjoy the beautiful weather (which is a total plus!!) He grabbed food at a truck and was on his way to check on some of the games when a certain brunette caught his eye. With a happy grin Matt moseyed over to Rachel and beamed, “Hey there, shining star! Someone’s looking extra beautiful this afternoon. And I don’t mean myself.” He delivered with a playful wink. “Didn’t know if I would run into you during my stroll.” Then offered, “Funnel cake? I got mine with apple.” The plate’s loaded with a hot funnel cake covered with powder sugar and steaming bits of syrupy diced apples and cinnamon. This isn’t a carnival or fair but he’s jazzed there’s funnel cake at this event!
@remarkablerachelberry
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Rachel walked into the salon, smiling when she saw Dizzy. She had heard amazing things about her, and had decided she needed to meet her. She had set up a meeting with her, and had been looking forward to it. "You must be Dizzy! I am so excited to meet you, and see your work in person!"
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misery heartbreak loves company ➣ f2f
As soon as Rachel confirmed their plans, Giselle wasted no time changing into tight jeans, a denim jacket with a crop top underneath it, and a pair of boots (no, not cowboy boots because she would never) and headed out of her dorm. She hadn't been to Rosalita's yet but it had a bar and probably some good food, and that was all she needed right now. While her own case of the ex had taken a turn even she hadn't seen coming, there was still an abundance of reasons for her to drink and drown her...sorrows? Unspoken issues? Relationship trauma? Probably all of the above. She also didn't like to let people drink alone, and since Rachel needed someone to vent to over drinks, she was more than happy to show up for her.
Giselle waltzed into Rosalita's a few minutes later, and after a hostess showed her to an empty table, she made herself comfortable. The music was loud, the lighting wasn't too bright and annoying, and the usual crowed she'd expect to see were line dancing on the floor. It was an experience, to say the least, but the vibe set the tone for two women who were in weird spaces with their exes. While she waited for Rachel to arrive, a server came over and she ordered chicken nachos and a glass of whiskey — and told the woman to keep them coming. Was it the smartest idea? No. Did she care? Hell no.
The woman had been back with two glasses of whiskey before she knew it, and just in time for her to glance over her shoulder and see Rachel approaching the table.
"Hey." She smiled. "I didn't know what your poison was, but feel free to toss back this whiskey if you want."
@stardomiscalling
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"Do you know what they asked me?" Rafael knew he was almost dreadfully out of touch with the most modern trends. Every now and then there were reminders as to what he was missing out, like what happened when he walked into the cafe a few minutes early to buy Rachel's coffee for her. "Did I want a sample of their cold brew with lemonade? Apparently the newest drink even though it is the calendar first day of fall." He was happy with his cup of plain black coffee and even the concept of 'cold brew' was confusing. "I said no but thank you but now I simply must ask if there are any rules in the culinary world nowadays."
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[ 📱 text ] Rachel Han 🍊
ANTONIO: I have to admit a lot of your hard-hitting stuff is incredibly well-researched and fantastically written.
ANTONIO: But my favorite's gotta be the one about the puppy parade
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