with Celia recognising “Chester’s” voice and Sam getting an internal email from Jon we really are about to go off into the deep end here
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Not me debating if I should start watching Wedding Plan because I don't feel ready to move on from Love In The Air (which I first watched like two weeks ago?) to a new series
WHEN I'M LITERALLY WATCHING WP FOR THE LITA CAMEOS
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I feel like he was iffy with common people cause he wasn’t sure how it was gonna fit in the set list but it sounded great. I think headline will be worked in soon too or he’ll be a shit and randomly sing it a few times cause he loves to create chaos
I feel like he avoids acoustic sounds bc he thinks it takes the energy down ( common people and that's the way love goes and even too young in the last shows of ltwt) but i think (and that's only what i think) it's a much needed moment in a setlist like his. It sounded very beautiful and i feel that if he keeps singing it it'll be one of the best moments of the show with fans singing along those harmonies and maybe doing a lights project it's just one of those song that's acoustic but translates to the live shows perfectly lyrics wise, sound wise everything points to a magical live performance in my opinion. I feel he'll sing headline but not until the Europe leg (or maybe at the AFHF). When he was dedicating high in Cali to a fan yesterday (he didn't mention the song at first just said that there's a sign and he's dedicating the song to the fan holding it) i thought he was going to sing headline bc the fan was holding a sign about it and almost had a heart attack.
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evan peters did such an amazing job in dahmer that i did not even realise that he was the same guy in wandavision
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every single tweet i see about fallout is getting me more and more nervous
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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