#in that moment. i felt so seen

[mainfaggot]

At work I've got 2 lgbt students. this little boy who always wears a rainbow ball cap and says "yassssss" to everything, and then a bisexual 11th grader who hates her catholic school 😭😭😭

[noisyghost]

sketches of ark's werewolf form except based on the designs of some other funny dogs i like

[haunted-xander]

What's there to be afraid of?

[strugglingatart]

Ally asking for Zac to pull up Margaret's character sheet and then being like "oh fuck how'd you do that so easy" can be so personal to me actually

[lets-go-banana-fishing]

I'm not the one to think that Ash and Eiji fell in love at first sight BUT YOU'RE TELLING ME THIS IS HOW ASH REMEMBERS HIS FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH EIJI?!?

EIJI LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE AN ANGEL IN HIS MEMORIES

(for reference; when they first met, Eiji was asking about guns and murder:)

[enter-drfrog]

Every day I become more and more like Trevor Watson. As someone who is currently a stage manager for an amateur college theater group. Who is currently working on a show with an over ambitious director.

And then I’m also a stage manager for my legit (not student run) theatre department on campus and the director in that production is also being really over ambitious and isn’t understanding how tech works

I become this more and more every day.

Because it’s really not my job to do this.

[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?

[severinaprince]

Have any of you ever had this heart-wrenching experience where you see an amazing fanart of some character, that dies in canon relatively young, but is depicted in their would-have-been old age? Fanart where the character has grey hairs in their head, fanart with expression lines and textured skin, where it is undeniable that the character lived.

I remember the first time when that happened to me with a character I adored and really wished they could have had the opportunity to live and enjoy life, not just survive.

That shit brought me to tears.

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Brazilian Grand Prix - Jenson Button

[useragarfield]

#she’s just like me fr

[aq2003]

i saw a post saying boom was good bc it feels like it could be done with any doctor/companion duo and honestly that was one of the things i felt was wrong with it

[lethal-effect]

Never thought I’d be feeling this defensive over Buddy Dawn but here we are

[faunandfloraas]

Aren't you supposed to bias seungmin? so why do you make gifs of other members

me if it was illegal to make gifs of other members ^^

[found--family]

am i the only one who sensed some jilted lover vibes from jensen? 

[ratatatlas]

My feelings on I Saw The TV Glow, which may include spoilers to some degree, mostly just based on general plot and nothing specific. I highly recommend going into this movie blind.

I Saw The TV Glow was such a deeply unnerving commentary on the feeling of knowing what you could be, but ultimately hiding in the familiar, current self. Fearing that big of a change and never truly getting to experience how wonderful the possibilities actually could be.

I think what resonated so deeply with me wasn't even the allegory of being transgender (though this is part of a bigger whole), but rather the experience of feeling... Incomplete. Of being an "other." The experience of being a kid who feels different, who knows it, but can't figure out why.

Then, instead, you escape into fiction.

Imagine yourself as a TV character, as a narrator in a story, as something bigger or better than yourself. Having psychic powers or being an alien or anything unrealistic would make it so much easier to explain the painful feeling of not seeming quite right. But it isn't true, and so you never face either possibility; the possibility of being something fictional, and the possibility of being your true self.

This movie left me feeling half-dissociated. I felt like I had just been transported back to age ten, before I knew I was queer, before I knew I was trans. A time where I would will myself to believe that I had powers, or I wasn't human, or there was some truly special thing about me, just like my favorite fictional characters. I still feel this way sometimes. And I wonder what I'm shoving down inside myself in favor of these imaginary thoughts. I know, deep down, how I am different. And, like Owen, hide in fiction and in myself.

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

So Witches We Became

YA horror

a girl and her friends go on vacation to a house on a private Florida island, but when a strange mist and toxic tar surrounds them, trapping them there, they have to find a way to survive and/or escape

while she’s being haunted by a traumatic experience with her friend’s boyfriend - who just showed up - that she’s been unable to tell anyone about, and by a shadow from her childhood that she fears might have something to do with what’s happening

sapphic, explores complicated friendships, and surviving assault