#i have flown too close to the sun

[otherworldsivelivedin]

Me, thinking I’m smart exploring Boston/Cambridge/Surroundings for fic inspo: 😏😌😘

Me 4 days later not understanding why Adam Parrish would EVER want to leave: 😳🧐😲😨

[national-hockey-gay]

if someone writes my one page lit review for me i’ll make you a million edits and dedicate everything i post from now on to you

[psychic-with-anxiety]

Ohh I have greatly overestimated my ability to fall asleep on time despite having stayed up until at least four in the morning for the past two weeks

[okidraw]

i wanted to show them the stars.

[griffther]

my mastery of the “fake it til you make it” skill has potentially gone too well. i thought i was bad at my job until my employee eval today where my boss said i do great and he’s giving me a raise and wants to help me get a promotion??? sir i don’t know what i’m doing half the time, what do you MEAN all my coworkers said i’m helpful and knowledgeable?? i know NOTHING

[somesecretpie]

[fendeavor]

Do You Wanna Dance?

Thank you to @rayrayor and @galladrabbles for this week's prompt! We've had great weather this past week, so it's been the perfect time to listen to The Beach Boys!

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“We dancing, Mick?” Ian tries not to sound too giddy as his boyfriend leads him through the thrumming nightclub. Like a nervous animal, he has to let Mickey approach him first.

Still, it’s not like Mickey is one to go down without a fight. “Thought I saw one of my cousins back there,” he asserts, but Ian calls his bluff; he knows all of Mickey’s tells.

“Oh really? Well, If you’re feeling on edge, I can drop you home…” He makes to step away but–

“I’m kidding!” Mickey laughs, quickly guiding Ian’s hands to his waist. “Yes, we’re dancing, asshole.”

[falst]

one of the things my optometrist warned me about with bifocals was stairs being hard to see and I was going up the stairs to get to class without any trouble, said “these stairs aint shit” and immediately tripped on a step

[spacelazarwolf]

thoughts on passing privilege? ive seen it tossed around a lot

honestly, i think most discussions about passing privilege (in terms of queerness and transness, as i’m assuming that’s what you’re referencing) are fucking annoying and lack so much nuance. so many of them focus on hypotheticals rather than reality. a bi woman could date a man. but she also could date a woman or she could be very butch or very open about being bisexual. a trans man could pass as cis. but he could also not go on t or he could go on t and wear a dress or he could be very open about being trans. “could” means absolutely nothing when someone’s actual lived reality doesn’t reflect that “could.” some bi women and trans men do feel like they have passing privilege, and that’s fine. but their experiences aren’t representative of all bi women and trans men.

also i have a huge problem with the way people present street harassment as like The Truest Form Of Queerphobia bc y’all i promise you are more likely to experience life altering homophobia or transphobia from a doctor or employer or teacher or family member than you will from a stranger on the street, especially if you’re white. this framing also really fucking sucks for groups like bisexual women and trans men who both experience extremely high rates of abuse and sexual assault, but those statistics are constantly being dismissed bc “well ur not literally being murdered in the street so!!!!!!!!!” (as if the people they’re talking about who are actually being murdered in the street aren’t black and brown people, but i guess that ruins the White Woman Victim Fantasy that fuels the true crime industry…)

also as per usual it’s just a bunch of white queer people playing oppression olympics and expecting people to be able to chop their identities into pieces for tumblr analysis. you’ll just sit there and watch white woman after white woman tell a black man he’s privileged because a stranger on the street won’t call him a dyke for holding hands with his girlfriend, meanwhile he’s just trying not to make eye contact with cops because they might shoot him in front of his kids for looking at them wrong.

so yeah i think the vast majority of the time it’s just a bunch of white queer people arguing about who gets the Most Oppressed gold star while ignoring any and all nuance and intersectionality like the plague. we should be able to have conversations about how some people are in more danger in public because of features they can’t or choose not to change, but the internet is the internet.

[sisterofficerlucychen]

me looking at the clock like 👀  because will i get this valentine's day one shot posted that is literally a year late up in time? we shall see alksdjfsdla lmao.

here's a little sneak peek 😉 

“What did Noah mean when he said that Bradford?” “Hmm?” Lucy stirs against his chest. Dark eyes flutter lazily as a soft sigh leaves her lips still half asleep as Tim draws circles mindlessly against her bare shoulder blade.  His touch almost rhythmic, just enough to threaten to lull her back to sleep if he doesn’t stop soon. She’s in that perfect state of blissed, completely sated but worn out enough to easily need a few more hours of sleep and she blames him completely for it. It was hands down the best Valentine’s Day ever. The gold plated necklace, a fancy (and romantic) dinner, the continuation of the mind blowing sex. Lucy had been left without words when he warned she’d “need that fuel for later” but she underestimated how much he meant it.  Judging by how fragments of light sneak in through the curtains she’d guess that she’s gotten some sleep. Though not quite enough as a sleepy yawn leaves her lips and she reluctantly opens her eyes. What started in the backseat of his truck continued to her bedroom which then carried on to the shower. She mistakingly thought that being pinned against the cold shower tiles as Tim’s hands explored every inch of her body while hot water fell on them was the cap to the perfect night but then his lips trailed up her thigh and she quickly realized he wasn’t quite done yet once they made their way back to bed.  A vague memory exists in her mind of it being a little past three by the time she came down from the euphoric high. Her body as exhausted as her mind as Tim rolled off of her, limbs still intertwined as they both settled in each others arms and drifted off to sleep. While a few hours ago, it feels like only minutes as if she’d just shut her eyes to try and get some rest. Sleep that has clearly come to an end as he asks again and she shifts, propping herself up on an elbow as she looks at him, gazed narrowed as she debates the question while chewing on her bottom lip. “Nothing,” she settles in the most nonchalant answer she can give. “Nothing?” he repeats with a sly smirk knowing better, “you’re lying.”

[couthbbg]

every time we get a Mitch interview I’m shocked when a deep man’s voice comes out of his mouth and not like. mouse squeaks fr

[a-star-in-the-night]

[lukeslywalkers]

I’m sorry did I just hear several people in that house ask what the pressure cooker is?! Oh I have no hope for tonight

[pettyprocrastination]

I knew I couldnt handle owning wireless earbuds. Its only day two and I've already lost one

[treestomeetyou]

as a hurt carlos truther— this episode is my icarus moment

[astereaes]

Huh