#Could never be me

[todaysbird]

shoutout to this random-ass guy who had this incredibly rare bird sighting

[l0nesome-dreams]

My friend sent this to me today… I don’t know whether to be offended or not.

[ickadori]

ex-husband gojo who refuses to move on from you and refuses to let you do the same.

it had been a nasty divorce at first - insults and curses had been thrown back and forth, love had been questioned, characters had been attacked. emotions had run high, and there had been too many irons left on, too many pots threatening to boil over for him to handle it how he should have, so in the end, he had decided to give you everything and more you had asked for in the divorce.

you had asked for a small portion of the funds, stating that while you knew he had been the one to bring home majority of the funds, it was only fair that you got something.

he had split the funds 70/30 with you getting the 70. he still deposited a large chunk of his money into the joint checking account that neither of you had bothered closing.

you had asked to take the painting in the foyer as well as the chinaware in the cabinets, and he had given you the whole house, along with the vacation one way out in the mountains.

you had asked for the porsche that was a few years too old for his personal preference, and he had traded it in for a current year and left it parked in the driveway. he’d show up sometimes, unannounced, and take it to the shop for you because he knows you always forget to change the oil, rotate the tires and top up on air.

he knew it wouldn’t make up for the neglect and absence you had put up with for so long, but it was a start - a hefty present from him to you that he had hoped would pave the way for forgiveness.

and it had, of course it had, you were so forgiving - that’s one of the things he loved about you.

you had agreed to keep in touch, just to make sure he hadn’t finally gotten himself killed (as if), and the texts had been sparse and formal in the beginning, but that had never been gojo’s game, and soon enough he was joking with you just like before. before the two of you had ventured into the territory of flirting and everything that came with it.

texts turned to phone calls that lasted into the late hours of the night, you asleep on the receiver and gojo recording your snores so he could make fun of you in the morning.

phone calls quickly turned into brunch dates—

“it’s not a date, satoru. it’s a friendly gathering between two friends.”

—friendly gatherings, and that turned into late dinners because he had a habit of skipping meals, and you had a habit of forcing him to make up for those skipped meals, fussing all the while you topped his plate off with a home cooked meal.

late dinners turned into early breakfasts because—

“it’s too late to drive…why don’t you stay the night? you can sleep on the couch.”

and the couch, of course, had turned into your bed, his bed, our bed—the bed he had laid you down in time and time again. the bed that had heard your pleasures, your sadness, your anger, your happiness, your confessions.

the bed that he had told you he loved you in for the first time: early in the morning when the sun had only just began to peek in through the window, when his hair had been matted down on one side and fluffy on the other from sleep, when you had drool at the corner of your mouth and crust in your eyes. he had told you then. rosy cheeked and tired in the eyes — “i think i love you.” “you think?” “i know.”

the bed that he would now renew his vows to you in—confess his love for you once again and promise to do it differently this time around. you wouldn’t even have to marry him again (you had never divorced in his mind - that paper hadn’t meant a thing when his heart still resided in your care), he just wanted a chance, a redo, an opportunity to treat you the way he should have from the moment he said i do.

and you’d give it to him, wouldn’t you?

[galacticlamps]

if i was edwin payne and a giant inter-dimensional ghost-eating mushroom was about to consume me and my bff of 30+ years on the same day i went out of my way to dress up nice because i literally just figured out i was deeply and completely in love with him and despite my 100+ years of edwardian-era repression i already decided i needed to share this information with him as soon as possible because we are indeed that close, and said best friend/love of my life decided to take his hand off the branch/root thing we were clinging to trying not to get swallowed just so he could put his hand over mine for comfort in what even the evil witch attempting to obliterate us felt the need to comment on for being a sweet final moment, i would simply pass away. again.

[badplayerana]

👉👈 sorry not sorry

[lurkingshan]

I say this with love: some of y’all couldn’t hold a grudge to save your life and it shows

[heartburiedingreece]

Happy birthday to my beloved old man: nico rosberg🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

[wolfnesta]

Hot take: I honor that from a critical reading point of view— if we step back from the characters motives and over all plot— how giving a ultra powerful weapon to an alien that can come back and kill your world is dangerous.

and as a Nesta stan who has been around the fandom long enough to know better— that this x way of critical thinking only applies to Nesta from certain fans. The logic just falls flat and would make more sense if you applied the logic as a standard, since justifying what seems unjustifiable is what you’re doing, I mean.

because we’ve BEEN saying if you step back and view the story like that really all the IC’s actions make no sense hence why Rhys is a sucky HL for how he handles the HC and Illyrians and basically anything outside of Velaris. But when we point this out it’s us being bitter and suddenly we should just let it go because it’s just fantasy.

The fact some fans will say with their whole chest that Rhysands level of anger levied at Nesta is justified because ‘we as readers know ultimately things will turn out fine but just think about how bad things could’ve gone for Prythian’… so then… should we also apply this level of critical thinking at any point in acotar and still not see that you just can’t have that logic without the ‘fun’ aspect getting lost? Starting with Rhys drugging Feyre so she ‘forgets’? I love critical thinking but please it doesn’t make sense when it is only applied to suit a certain narrative. And then to still criticize others for it when it’s applied to character that are their favorites.

[slicedmayonnaise]

American Distillation

[yashley]

We have a whole thing that you don’t know about, too. It’s weird.

[andy-clutterbuck]

Entertainment Weekly | 2014

[life-b4-death]

Rip to people who didn't like RoW and everyone who hates Venli, I could never be you

[saintxgerard]

I can’t believe it, Gerard was popping his professional griefers pussy out there and the crowd was absolutely dead

[armandgender]

imagine you touch souls with a guy but he won’t do it fully and then he gets you arrested and runs off on a ship and abandons you

[wearerandomlyyours]

*Slider and Iceman speaking in flawless German*

Maverick: Wow.....

*Iceman on the phone speaking rapid Polish*

Maverick: WOW.

*Iceman ordering food in Spanish*

Maverick: Is there any language you don't speak?

Ice: Well, my Urdu is a little rusty.

[ennawrite]

imagine your life being so boring you have to hop on tumblr to complain about crack ships every three damn days 😭😭