#just josie things

[sexygaywizard]

Walk into the apartment and my roommate says "Mike Wazowski only has one eye??" and I say, "WHAT are you talking about, of course he only has one eye. Only having one eye is like his whole fucking thing. Why would you think he has more than one eye" and she flips her phone around and shows me this

[garbagequeer]

jughead's toxic little polycule ending explained

[edorazzi]

distributing a vital PSA to the Miraculous community!!! 💖

[thedeafprophet]

reading posts this morning has me feelin its all missin the very important thing we need to do in FL: just fuckin destroy the palace. viva la revolution lets go

[certaindreamchopshop]

Thinking about how effected Isabel must’ve been hearing Josie talk about how “I don’t just have to let things happen to me” and how having that image of her shattered just completely demoralizes her.

[snarkylinda]

The true criminal mind was the person (s) that said "hey let's have Spencer have the sweetest relationship with kids, downright admit he wants his own....and then say no 💜"

[imthursdaysyme]

“I'm not doing good,” Robin whispered, a fragile, scared thing. “I'm afraid I won't ever be enough, and all too much at the same time.”

She fiddled with her fingers, twisting the beads on her little bracelet. Heart hammering in her chest and tears forming in her eyes and suddenly everything was all too much. The clothes on her skin were too light and the dishwasher running echoed through her small apartment all too loud and her haor was itching her neck and Steve wasn't saying anything.

“Well,” he started, placing his hand on hers. A silent ask to fidget with his hand instead of picking at her skin or ruining the old string of her bracelet. “I know that you're trying,” he paused, as he often did when he was unsure what to say. When he wanted to act instead of talk, his pause communicated his hesitancy in trying to form his actions he wants to take into words for her. “Did you know that the more you talk to babies the better they'll be at speech?”

She looked over at him, the restlessness I'm her body lessening as she watched his dark eyes stare at her, “what?”

He huffed, because of course he did, and waved his hands in front of him if that made his speech better understood, “y’know, you talk a lot. Too much to some. And too loud to some.” she scoffed, earning her a glare, “but like, did you know the more you talk to babies like normal people and have like, conversations with them, it makes them grow a better word bank or whatever?”

“It's called a vocabulary Steve,” she teased, instinctive more than anything.

“Har har laugh it up,” he smiled, poking her, “but really. I think that what other people say doesn't matter all that much.”

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It wasn't until later, when Josie was put to bed, her stood at the kitchen sink as she finished cleaning the house for the night, that she realised. Realised what Steve had meant with his strange connection.

Smiling to herself, she let the moment wash over her. Let herself laugh at Steve and his thoughtfulness. Laughing at her best friend. Laughing at herself, really, and the situation she found herself in.

But, as she sets the dishes away, she knows. Knows that at least, in two years time, her daughter will be the top of her little prek class because her mother couldn't shut up about the intricacies of why a broken fridge was worse than a dishwasher.

[pprodsuga]

hi hi my beloved seph :D

k so i had fries ⁉️ as my most recent meal and as for three songs id say blind by enha & everytime by ariana grande and committed by no guidnce :] anywho

(how do u move on from a year and a half old crush.)

hi!! oh i love fries so much. what kind? my favorites are the regular cut and curly (also the waffles ones from chick fil a!). omg i’ve never heard committed before but i will be listening to it at some point today.

(you know i hold the belief that moving on means working through something, not necessarily getting over or under it. what i believe moving on means is that when you think about a person and your past feelings for them, you don’t feel anguish or remorse, regret or embarrassment. similarly, you won’t feel the intense longing or pining. rather, looking back on a person/moment doesn’t hurt you as bad as it once did.)

(with that being said, surrounding ourselves with people and things we love is a great place to start. we get so caught up in these infatuations that it’s easy to forget the things that make us uniquely us. maybe it’s baking chocolate cake at 11pm or maybe it’s writing your feelings out in the form of fanfics. maybe it’s cooking with your mom or spending time with the friends you know value you for you.)

(all in all, time can heal most anything. you just have to be patient.)

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

I am kind of disappointed with the ending of Only Friends. I must confess, I wasn't that hyped with it to begin with, but I liked some parts of it. And especially Boston and his not really character growth, but that he realised that fucking your friend's boyfriend was a shitty thing to do. What I really didn't like was the way they treated him afterwards. He might not go on an apology-tour and tried to redeem himself like Top, but that can't be compared. And I don't say Mew should forgive him... But he shouldn't have said I forgive you, but not forget it and then he just said it was all fake. The whole situation with Mew feels like he never really liked Boston... He has so much filthy hatred for him and loves to talk bad about him... And speaking of Mew. One person shouldn't be allowed to have the power to tell other people if they can be friends with others or not. Giving Mew the power to decide if Boston was forgiven was just a no for me. And the No hard feelings from Cheum... Girl, you acused him of tricking your brother to have sex with him... And there was not even an apology coming from you. But no hard feelings. I won't forgive her for this shit! This was just a stupid plot decision. Everyone got their happy ending... Even us with Mix showing up... but... I don't care that Boston and Nick don't got their happily ever after. It is okay for them to break up. But I wish we could have seen Boston in New York just living his perfectly little slutty life he loves so much! Because that is him and that is fine. Perhaps he does have a boyfriend who shares this love for this livestyle. It just feels as if he was cut out of his friends lifes and with that cut out of the show and the right to have a happy ending himself. I really don't like it. He was such a strong character and got such a weak ending.

[scoobypineapple]

The classic era of scooby doo is almost concretely either a scripted tv show, or the in universe leading reality tv series, and in this essay-

[sexygaywizard]

my roommate saw this for real in an apartment she was delivering to 😭

[localvoidcat]

i seriously need to talk about julie and josie more because they have big roles in the amber falls side of third arc

[edorazzi]

It's Tintin Day again! ✨ And Haddock's poor old back gives out under the weight of Tintin fact-dropping current events like it's nothing!

There's been a big upheaval in the Detective Conan fandom - a disruption to vital shipping routes, you could say! Thank goodness attention is elsewhere so Tintin can continue pretending several of his own adventures didn't happen! 🌊🛥️

[grapecaseschoices]

Josie x nb!MC: Baking is Love

Thanks to @dakotawritesif for creating this writing commission of Josie Ellington [ @theunseelieif] being loved and loved. Effs me up fr fr.

“Like...this?” You question as the whisk flies around, a flurry of motion in the bowl.

Flour goes everywhere, including all over you, and you hear Josie laugh behind you. You chuckle slightly as well, trying to dust it off your shirt in vain. She comes up behind you, reaching around to grab one of your hands. Her touch is cool, yet it sparks fire beneath your skin each and every time.

“Pick up the whisk again,” Her voice is right next to your ear, “Let me show you.” You do as she asks, and she guides your hand gently. You’ve never really baked before, but it’s something Josie loves to do. She says it relaxes her, which is why her coven usually has anywhere from three to four plates of cookies available at all times.

She moves the whisk with your hand, directing you gently. She stirs the wet and dry ingredients together with skill, despite the fact that she’s directing a novice’s hand. She releases you when she thinks you have the hang of it. You drop the whisk before she can move away, and the metal clatters against the ceramic bowl.

Josie freezies behind you. You let out a sheepish laugh.

“Uh oh,” You glance back at her, eyes pleading, “I, um, think I require more instruction.”

She smirks, the barest glimpse of a fang peeking out behind full lips, “If you want me to hold your hand, you only have to ask.”

“I want you to hold my hand,” You say, grinning widely, “If ever in doubt, I promise holding my hand is the correct answer. In fact, I don’t think there’s any time I don’t want you to hold my hand.”

She raises a skeptical eyebrow, “In the bathroom?”

“Okay,” You huff lightly, “That doesn’t count.”

“It counts,” She insists, pressing against your back once more to guide your hand to the whisk again, “Am I going to help you roll the cookies, as well?”

“You’re so nice to offer,” You lean your head back on her chest, looking up a shooting her a cheeky smile.

An incredulous snort leaves her before she dissolves fully into giggles at your nonsense. You like seeing her amused; she’s hardly ever so carefree, and you like being the one to bring that out in her.

Leaning down, she presses a quick upside-down kiss to your cheek, her nose bumping against your face rather awkwardly. You don’t mind; you’ll take whatever she gives you happily, as long as it makes her happy, too.

She helps you finish the whisking, eventually satisfied with the texture in the bowl. When the time comes to roll the dough into balls and put them on the baking sheet, she shows you once. Her hands cup yours between her own, rolling them together gently. Then she wraps her arms around your waist and hugs you close, her chin resting on your shoulder as she watches you finish up.

They come out of the oven looking perfect, especially seeing as it’s the first time you’ve made them from scratch. You did have a lot of help, you think, as you help her clean up the aftermath. You’d always heard people jokingly say that the key to baking was love; maybe they were onto something without even realizing it.

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

I've been watching the original Josie & the Pussycats series by Hanna-Barbera and let me tell you, it's like a time capsule of 70s animation. I'm both befuddled and endeared by it

[winnie-the-monster]

“Landon, it’s alright. It’s not your fault. No matter what happens just stay one of the heroes.”