#i haven’t even seen saw.

[bumpscosity]

sorry I always call halloween michael myers and nightmare on elm street freddy and friday the 13th jason and sometimes I get jason and michael myers mixed up ive literally never seen any of these movies

[cable-salamder]

Testing smth mmhnnmnmnnmmm *animation noises*

[crybaby-bkg]

a slight continuation of this

no caller ID pops on your screen, pulling your attention away from your previous task at hand: not fucking up your eyeliner. you typically wouldn’t care if it was a little uneven, but you’re going on a date tonight, for the first time in so long, and you want everything to go as smoothly as possible.

which is why you groan when you end the call, and that same no caller ID pops right back up seconds later. you know who it is—who else would it be? you figured he’s already seen your story of being excited for going on your first date in a while, on the only app you hadn’t blocked him on. petty? perhaps, but it’s on him to be keeping up with you despite you cursing him out for wasting your time and then blocking him right after.

you watch it ring though, contemplating for a while longer than you should. you blocked him for a reason. no need to entertain his same shit that he always spews to you when he realizes that he might be losing you once more?

….but it doesn’t hurt to hear the hero beg for you.

“What do you want, Bakugou?” You sigh irritably as you finally answer his call, putting him on speaker as you go back to even out your eyeliner. You hear him huff on the other side of the phone at the use of his surname, but he doesn’t say anything about it, instead, quickly telling you what he’s been bothering you for.

“Who’s the fuckin’ loser that’s gonna drool over how good your tits look in that stupid green dress you love so much?” Bakugou grunts, and you instantly feel your face heating at his crude words. You glance over with a frown at that same green dress that makes your tits look good, where it hangs on your closet.

“None of your damn business, Bakugou.” You snap at him, wondering if it’s too late to find something else to wear. “Not like you ever took me out in my stupid green dress.” Your voice holds a level of bitterness that only he can bring out of you, and you hear his sigh through the speakers.

“I told you this before, I’m always—”

“Busy.” You cut him off, voice suddenly thick as you think back on the countless rejections he’s splattered at your feet every time you tried to further your relationship with him. “You reminded me of how busy you’ve been since you first started this whole situationship.”

“Situation—? Huh? We were dating!” Bakugou protests with a huff, and you can hear how he paces the floor quickly. You glare at your phone, setting down your liner to instead pick of your (his) favorite lipgloss.

“You’d have to ask me out to be dating, Bakugou. You’d have to court me to be dating, Bakugou. You’d have to make time for me and take me out on dates and not hide me to fucking date me, Bakugou.” You spit at him, venom dripping off of your lips in waves. You don’t know why you answered, why you even entertained him. You shake your head with a huff when the line goes quiet, eyebrows quirking up when your date sends you a text to make sure you’re still on for tonight.

“I’m sorry.” Bakugou mutters pathetically, his voice suddenly soft. You hesitate, for some reason, when it comes to texting your date back. Why do you always hesitate when Bakugou is around?

“Let me make it up to you, court you, and shit. I can take you to one of my favorite places, you can wear that pretty green dress and that gloss you know I love.” His voice is pleading, thickening and sweet and suffocating. You shouldn’t respond, should reply back a yes to your date.

“Please? You know how much you mean to me.” Bakugou mumbles, and you can hear the earnestness in his voice. Why haven’t you said yes to your date yet?

“I’ll do better this time. Just one more chance, sweetheart.” Bakugou’s voice is so soft, you’ve never heard him this vulnerable before. You sigh with a shake of your head, slumping back into your seat in defeat.

…

Sorry, I can’t make it tonight. Something came up. Maybe we can reschedule for another time?

[the-sky-the-stars-the-sea]

This. Just. This.

“Are you bored?” - a genuine question

“I’m not.” - a lie

The one asking “are you bored?” is the one who is pitying the other. The other lies and says they are not bored because they have waited for this moment for so long, and maybe if they say they’re happy then they will be, because isn’t this everything they ever wanted? Even if deep down they know this is all an illusion?

And this is why neither of these ships are endgame.

Meanwhile:

So yeah. Mhokday and Sandray are endgame.

Because it’s first crush vs someone you love who actually loves you the way you want to be loved.

So of course it’s the latter one that wins in the long run.

[boag]

I love when insane users who’ve plagued tumblr for years start getting attention on twitter and over there they think it’s just a twitter thing . The Human Pet Guy and I go way back you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

[coconut530]

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

[ct-multifandom]

I don’t usually make posts like this, but I’ve been seeing a lot of anti-intellectual junk lately, and I really think we need to put the word “pretentious” up on a shelf until people learn what it actually means.

It doesn’t describe someone who likes artsy-fartsy deep meaning media. People who are pretentious are fake. They’re posers trying to be sophisticated and unique, not like other girls. They pretend to only like stuff they think will make them sound cool when they talk about it. They want to act like they know something you don’t, and they want attention for it.

By definition, if you genuinely enjoy something, you can’t be pretentious. If it resonates with you, and you analyze it, and you don’t care what people think, that’s the polar opposite, actually. If you love obscure experimental prog music, if you watch underground high concept indie films through English teacher eyes, if you spend hours in a modern art museum reading each piece as a vessel for storytelling, if your backpack’s full of poetry books that inspire you, if you play underrated games that were someone’s passion project, if you have an interest in studying the classics or the masters, you are not pretentious.

Of course, some people just don’t like some stuff, and that’s fine, but that’s not what this is about. Don’t let anti-intellectuals shame you for enjoying things just because your interests are inaccessible to them, because they refuse to be brave and put effort into critical thinking. You’re not stuck up for refusing to overlook the craft of artists.

[akkivee]

f……..fwiends…………………….

[crossbackpoke-check]

Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee

dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning “hard to get at”, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.

jason “robo” robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobby’s nhl periodic table poems <3

[rosicheeks]

🙃

[idkwhatimdoingbutslay]

‘Vi’s hair is red’ truthers suck the already very little magic there is out of this world.

[enigmaticriddler]

MY LOCAL TRIVIA ASKED A DOCTOR WHO QUESTION TONIGHT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[dontbreakthechain]

After much thought, I have decided that I Saw the TV Glow and Succession take place in the same universe. I’m basing this on (1) The Young Adult Network sounds like a succession background detail, and (2) everyone in Isttvg is extremely sad, which fits the succession universe perfectly.

The Pink Opaque ended so abruptly because it was Roman’s favorite show and when Logan found out he ordered it canceled immediately. This is the closest I will ever come to a succession trans headcanon. Thank you for your time.

[opheliasam]

genuinely cannot put into words how this makes me feel

credits to the lovely @psychicsamlover on twitter

(og post linked below)

[no-1-rosalind-lang-apologist]

Guess what I found on the internet today

[diari0deglierrori]

Omg so you’re telling me you could be going through like the biggest crisis of your life, world falling apart and all and yet your stupid body would be like you know what I’m feeling very h-