i think visiting Minnesota Zoo’s discovery bay and just watching fish for a whole fucking day would fix me. just sit in that little half globe glass cut out by the eels or the dark underground room with the wall of glass looking into the tropical fish tank. maybe climbing through the whale shark’s jaw into that little area where you can touch the starfish.
too bad there’s so many people there that it’d be uncomfortably overstimulating and also it’s half a country away.
Holy shit… I don’t think I can summarize this one. I don’t even know what to say other then please. Please trust me. Please listen to it. I’ve never heard anything like it. It’s mind expanding. It’s good for your soul. Please Fucking listen please please pretty please. Please I’m so nice and sweet to all of you and ask so little. Please please fucking listen to this.
Not me seeing Colin is doing the 2 22 ghost play and immediately calling my bestie and seeing if she wants to take a random trip to Dublin to go see him
kind of obsessed with how the increasing bucktommy fandom divide—exacerbated by the influx of new, post-buck-coming-out, overwhelmingly team tommy, fans—has introduced eddie haters into the fandom in ways we have never seen before. there are headcanons and fics wishing on his downfall, and in some cases his death, plotting to reinscribe christopher as bucktommy’s child. this is delicious to me. eddie diaz, you are now a villain. you are a hot girl. you are the template. they are tuning in to watch you suffer and fumble when real ones know that you will rise from the ashes of this cheating storyline like your dead wife did and remind everyone who you are. you are that bitch. you are my baby. you are now one of my elite employees. eddie girls rise 🆙 we are so back…
imagine not thinking rafe is a panty stealer & sniffer… also firmly believe he has a major scent kink and knows all of your perfumes by heart— his faves are the gourmands ‘n vanillas.