I was planning on wearing jeans and a western(ish) shirt to Juno's world premiere. I thought it was a cool look, and it had a collar. That's fancy, right? I thought. When the Fox Searchlight publicity team learned about my outfit, they urgently took me to Holt Renfrew on Bloor Street, with a dramatic rushing that is characteristic of the Hollywood circulatory system. I suggested a suit. They said I should wear a dress and heels. After they discussed this with the director, he called me. He said he agreed with them, insisting that I play the part. Michael Cera rocked sneakers, slacks, and a collared shirt. He looked fancy to me. I wonder why they didn't take him to Holt Renfrew. I guess he had nothing to hide, he was approved. He fit the part.
"thank you so much! lets hear it for my d-partner, gus forsling! woo!" *goose chants* "ekky you gotta get your cone" "WOO!" "classic classic"
how much chaos can you instil into a single 45 second clip
the hug and the way ekky slides his hands across his shoulderblades and followsthrough until his upper arm like he needs to soak in every single second of contact or that he shakes his shoulders and decides no i need more let me grab his wrist i NEED TO GRAB HIS WRIST i need to feel all full points of contact
also lol at goose trying to keep his modesty by adjusting the swedish flag to cover his nips oh honey we've seen it all already
ekky seemingly wanting to get one more extra pat in but forsy is already moving away so it just kinda dies midway through (sumn sumn million regrets sumn) ladies and gentlemen we've walked into a drama with the awkward boy next door whos the second male lead and more endearing than the actual main lead
and like an adonis himself the flag barely clings onto one shoulder and becomes more akin to a tunic wrap not unlike the exomis yeah
also ekky too enraptured in his publicly loving forsy activities and clapping that forsy has to point out to him to get his cone before it presumably becomes a tripping hazard before goldie does lmaoooo
he said okay alright shows OVER back to regularly scheduled programming thats enough school of harlotry for him thank you very much
also. you have hundreds to thousands of positive comments on that fic, how the are you going to get on here and bitch about a MOSTLY POSITIVE bookmark comment just because they didnt give you a perfect rating. full text of which reads btw: "Good. Ig good plot. Kinda good characterization. Kinda good fighting. Just kinda average. Love was good, expli was average. Cute. 4/10". like how goddamn fragile and controlling are you that nobody is allowed to have even this LUKEWARM opinion of your fic without you falling apart over it
you really blatantly and willingly missed the whole point of my post, didn't you
not rbing bc i don’t wanna see That post again but my eyes honestly glazed over after the first line when i saw it before bc how the fuck are u gonna say a man in a santa uniform is sexy and ig my subconscious was protecting me huh!!!!
If you're throwing horns to some of the shit I've heard on the extreme metal community playslists that *I myself love very much* but balking at fucking Chamillionaire's "Ridin' " in 2024.
If you can listen to Cannibal Corpse but you think rapping about drugs and gun violence is too much
IF YOU'RE CRANKING UP FUCKING ARCHGOAT BUT AFRAID TO BUMP KENDRICK FUCKING LAMAR
Not only are you weak, and your bloodline will not survive the winter, you're the biggest hypocrites on the face of the planet.
Why yes, my playlist went from Archgoat's Grand Luciferian Theophany to Mos Def's Mathematics on the same playlist because I guess I have more musical literacy than some of the other metalheads I know.
so the existence of Miari Park was made known to me earlier today ive binged all of it.
I have so many thoughts running through my head, the most notable being; It would have been very ironic for the guy that constantly dies to be the winner of a death game and i really hope that was the plan- but now we'll never know.
I have no clue what happened to the author so- hhhhh
there may be more thoughts on this posted later-
please if you have any fan endings send them to me
thats all <3
(posting more of my immortal mike au tomorrow probably so stay tuned for that!)
mcr finally comes back with a strong relationship with the fanbase after struggling pretty openly with boundaries being crossed and then twt stans buy and move into the belleville house. ok
*I have Austin sitting up on the side of the bed because I just dressed him, and we’re getting ready to go to one of his appointments for today...
Me: “Don’t try and get in the wheelchair on your own, just sit here for one minute while I grab your medication bag, and I’ll be back to help you into your chair.
Him: Kay
*I walk out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, which isn’t even that far away from his bedroom. Hears chair slide across the floor of his bedroom. Runs back into room, fearing the worse.*
*Austin is leaned as much over as he can manage to grab the handle of the chair, like he was about to try and pull himself into it, and that’s why he pulled it closer to the bed.*
Me: AUSTIN! I said wait for me! I was coming right back!”
Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad he has the want to, but keeping him in bed is gonna prove to be difficult with this one, I can already see it coming.