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i don’t know how so many people live without envy eating them alive
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y'all moved on but i literally still can't believe this is real life. what the fuck. spread ur wings, mr schnapp... sniffling, crying, weeping bc i am so full of Joy... not 2 be corny but it's always a lovely thing when someone steps into the light n lives their truth... when they feel safe and loved enough by those in their life that they feel they can and genuinely want to share this part of themselves with the world... mr schnapp who has played will byers for such a big part of his life and explored his own self and come to terms with who he is at the same time that will has... will, who means so much to so many and has such a realistic journey that we seldom get to see, especially in such mainstream media, literally the biggest show in the world... just so moved that he went from being scared in the closet to feeling so loved and at peace that he would share this part of himself with the world in such a silly, light-hearted, and entirely noah way, always so true to himself and full of light... i just. 🥺 a lot of feelings are being felt rn. good for him!! GOOD FOR HIM!!!!! 💗🏳️🌈🫂
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New blog title? [I was going to add a porygon image to the ask but it didn't work so... imagine him for me ok]
ya someone decided i was ableist for calling a rude anon “terminally online”, p much insisted the whole time that its insensitive to disabled people who have no choice but to be online to interact with people cause they cant leave the house
which like. ok im not arguing those people dont matter?? obviously?? but fact of the matter is words mean more than one thing in different contexts and “terminally” just so happens to mean “in an extreme manner” sometimes. people who spend all their time absorbed in their discourse circles while refusing to interact with the irl world On Purpose is … fucking extreme ! and usually bad for you! lmao!
NEEDING to be online to even communicate to begin with isnt bad or extreme its just. accomodating and accessible. people who NEED to be online cause they cant leave imo shoudnt be considered terminally online cause theyre just chilling. nothing extreme about just chilling frfr
tldr im spiting someone over a stupid ass take and also factually speaking im terminally balling regardless . #yippie
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Summary: After impaling the Master and leaving his bones hanging like a Christmas ornament, Buffy goes home to a dark house. The only thing is, not everyone is asleep.
“Buffy, what’s wrong?” Dawn asks, voice so small that Buffy thinks she could pick it up and cradle it in her palms.
Can water stain her insides? The way it stained the ceiling at their old house in LA when Buffy tried to flush Dawn’s My Little Pony baby Rainribbon doll down the toilet, like that big soggy mark the leak made above the dining room table? Buffy can’t replace her inside the way you can change a ceiling’s wallpaper, though. She feels whatever it is pooling inside her slosh.
Or, in which Buffy gets some comfort and affection and sugary snacks after dying/un-dying (for the first time) like she deserves, goddammit!
8.5k, 1 chapter, complete. Read it on ao3.
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