#obviously there are exceptions to the rule

[angeldiarybook]

And my girlfriends in a band 🎸 ✮⋆˙

Rockstar!Natalie x reader one-shot ☆⋆｡°★

Tw: asshole Nat, angst Ig,yearning Nat,mentions of sex and drugs Note: I’m in my sophie thatcher phase I’m literally head over heels for her I love her sm😭 she’s so gorgeous I would literally become the biggest damn pick me if I ever met her ngl. If y’all like this one shot of Natalie please give feed back and more suggestions of fanfics of sophie if that’s what you guys like!!!🤨😋

𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 🍒✮˚.˚.⋆ 💋ྀིྀི

• you were actually a fan of Natalie and her band before you guys met

•you had caught her attention at one of her shows and she became fixated on you

•long story short you guys ended hooking up in her trailer room

•you couldn’t believe it You were actually sleeping with the guitar player of your favorite band it felt like a dream

•Nat would sneak you backstage after shows just to have a make out session

•she would come by your apartment when she wanted company and to be away from her chaotic peers

•you were her safe spot

• No strings attached she’d tell you

When she felt you were getting to comfortable

•But you ended up falling really hard for Natalie like really hard

• which was not planned but was destined to happen

• it took you a lot of courage to bring up the idea of you guys committing to each other and actually dating instead of just sleeping together and being a shoulder for Natalie to cry on

• Natalie instantly shutting down even the idea of you guys dating

“___ just don’t. You know I don’t do relationship I don’t have time for that couples bullshit” she said so bluntly and dry with no emotion on her face

•your throat had gone dry as You simply nodded your head obviously hurt by Nat

•Natalie could visibly see that you were upset

• “look I never promised you anything so don’t act like I owe you anything or led you on ” Natalie bluntly said while taking a drag of her cigarette causing you to just nod your head while biting the inside of your cheek as you felt tears flooding your eyes

• after that you guys still hook up and slept around but it wasn’t the same anymore

• you wouldn’t stay for after care anymore

• you stopped giving her advice when she would come to you and complain

• you would leave straight after hooking up not saying a word to her and not staying to watch some slasher film while cuddled up with her on her couch as you usually did

• You became cold (who could blame you🙄) which Nat did not like one bit

It pissed her off , you pissed her off

•at one of Nats band show she was playing the main riff on her guitar when she catches someone in the crowd jumping up and down that look exactly like you

•It caught Natalie off guard almost messing up her notes as a wave of sadness and nostalgia hit her as she remembered when she first saw you at one of her show so long ago

• it was just like seeing you for the first time again

• that’s when Natalie realized she couldn’t take you being so cold towards her anymore and that she really likes you and your company

•after that show she ended up unannounced and unexpectedly barging into your apartment and ends up breaking down in your arms saying her ‘no relationship’ rule is bullshit and that you’re her only exception

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ★🎸🎧⋆｡ °⋆

•you’re each others muse

• she plays acoustic version of songs she wrote for the band that she dedicates to you on her guitar for you in your apartment room

•has you help her paint her chipped nails either black or red

•carves your name into her guitar with a pocket knife

Like Kurt carved Courtney’s name

•constantly leaving dark rep lipstick marks on your lips,cheeks,neck,collar,and chest from how frequently she kisses/makes out with you

• she constantly leaves her silver rings,stud bracelets,and stud belts at your apartment just for you to wear them

• buys you a cassette player for your apartment so you guys can listen to music while making out or cuddling

• while roaming through your room she finds a Rolling Stone magazine of her which makes her smirk

She’s flattered but will definitely be teasing you later about it

• loves to hold you in her arms while smoking her cigarette

• loves when you make her an actual meal of food because she’s to lazy to cook for self and her diet consists of cigarettes,diet coke,and vodka

•has you sit in her lap and has you do her eyeliner and Smokey mascara before her gigs

•has you help her tease her hair up before going on stage

• loves making stupid face behind you when paparazzi flashes their cameras towards yall yelling how cute you are and how cool nat is

• loves having you at the studio She death glares you with loving eyes

Tags : @vzp1kl

I was supposed to post this days ago😭

[betty-fran]

While talking to N recently about Star Trek (all my recent chatting leads to this, and I'm pretty sure my sister hates it), we got caught up in the topic of utopianism and how it's depicted in TOS, which got me thinking about a couple of things, so it's a little not-really-quality-near-philosophical rambling...

We tend to perceive the idea of ​​utopia as that promised land, that ultimate outcome to which humanity should strive, the pure creation that is opposed to the absolute destruction of dystopia. But in our multi-tonal, ambiguous, contradictory world, where change is the only constant and where the constancy of laws is only an attempt to resist the chaos of entropy, this forever remains in the realm of the impossible, and utopian becomes a household word for naive, idealistic dreams, completely disconnected from reality. And in this perception, in my opinion, we lose the most important idea that the concept of utopia carries, and which completely changes the angle of its perception and attitude towards it. Utopia is not an ultimate outcome, but a striving towards it. Not the destination, but the journey itself. The path that we can choose. We'll never reach this abstract ideal world, because it contradicts existence itself, but we can try to become better and kinder ourselves.

And that's the utopianism of the original Star Trek. The 23rd century we're shown (obviously) isn't perfect, but it's striving for it. TOS, and this is probably the most accurate comparison I've found for myself, is a kind of message in a bottle left to us by Roddenberry. It tells us not "this is what the ideal future should be like," but "this is what the path to it should be like." And there is a noticeable difference between these two things.

The very structure of the plot in TOS, its similarity to the Odyssey in this journey lost in time and space (and emphasized isolated in it), makes it almost mythological. This is read in how the Enterprise, making its way through deep space, like that bottle with a message, carries within itself all the best that humanity is, but in a certain way, separates itself from the rest of the world. And this brings me back to thoughts that the 23rd century's reality that we are shown (obviously) isn't perfect, and that a (quite unconventional) captain like Kirk, as well as his (no less unconventional) entire crew, is still more of an exception than a rule there. Contrary to my expectations (largely dictated by what I've seen about him before), TOS Kirk as a character is generally very far from this idea of ​​Starfleet's golden boy and the model captain. That's what you could say about Pike, but Kirk, while obviously a good captain, is much more of a pirate than a soldier. In general, they are both, Kirk and Spock are not portrayed as people who truly fit into the environment in which they were raised. And although this is more logically explained in Spock, who has objective difficulties with (not) belonging to both of his heritages and is constantly in a state of in-between, it is in Kirk that it's especially feeling, in his, let's say, absolute impossibility of being not himself in the full (rather theatrical) manifestation of this, being inscribed in any specific normative role, which is noticeable both in his gender ambivalence/personal flexibility/amazing ability to change and in his frank discomfort with any roles that restrict his deeply personal freedom, and strangely enough, his integrity as a character is most fully expressed precisely in this chameleon-like versatility.

It was in @anghraine 's post about Kirk's queerness : "This is not only a vision of the future in general. It's a vision of the future that is decidedly imperfect but better enough to produce someone like this as a starship captain." and it very aptly and succinctly captures the very essence of what TOS is, and it really stuck in my head. Both K and S face some non-acceptance and rejection from others throughout the series, and they both have this "I only belong here on the bridge next to my people" mentality, not so much because it's their professional choice, but because it's really the only place where they can be themselves most fully, which feels like a certain conflict with the outside world (not that Vulcans or most Starfleet members are really particularly unorthodox), but at the same time, they can both exist in this space as they are, and be able to influence changes and try to make the world a little better, more open, more just, and less restricted. And importantly, while they are undoubtedly not-like-anyone different, they are not really forced to change themselves in TOS.

And this was, in my opinion, completely lost in the sequel films [esp post-Roddenberry], which gave rise to both subsequent Kirk drift, and the general gradual moving away from utopianism and the emergence of Section 31, and which after TOS feel like a grounding, giving me a rather joyless feeling of longing for a lost dream, and where all the characters, and especially Kirk, try to fit into some much more socially acceptable, normative roles, thus seemingly reinforcing this concept of returning from heaven to earth, that they as they were in TOS cannot fit into this environment, this bitter understanding that there are things that will never be acceptable and understandable in society, there are parts of you that you have to lose, hide to survive in the real world, and it's all leaving TOS behind as a long-forgotten dream, a stolen moment of fullness of being. It feels less like the still imperfect, but moving towards it, reality of the original series, and more like the not-at-all-utopian side of 80s/familiar present. And while the films themselves are good, and have their own very special (a little bit sad-painful) charm, they completely contradict TOS in something very important to me personally, which makes me look at these things absolutely separately from each other (N and I are in the process of watching films now, and it gives us both mixed feelings). Even if we read this as an attempt to show the transition from youth to maturity, this inevitability of growing up-aging in which you must necessarily change, lose something visceral about yourself, and instead take on some socially acceptable role, I find this a rather outdated and not very healthy concept, because normal growing up-aging is not about losing yourself at all, but about returning to your true self, and taking into account everything that was shown to us in TOS, psychological changes that have occurred in characters in films are quite sad, and I really want to ask what happened during that time that made this possible? (envy of Star Wars' success and the lust for money, obviously, but that's another story).

In any case, I find that I discovered TOS somehow very timely for myself, and although I often see how TOS is perceived as a non-serious, pretty awkward, funny thing, I find it surprisingly meaningful, and for me, it's objectively a much more interesting thing to reflect on, and a much more important thing to take into the future.

Maybe it's all Roddenberry's spirit whispering in my ear that I should get back into filmmaking (and finally finish my deferred master's degree) so that one day I can reshoot this story.

[littlespoonevan]

sometimes i think about how 4x14 was the first season finale i experienced live and how it RUINED every other finale for me going forward bc it set my expectations So High by just.........giving us everything we wanted and more??? like, a big emergency that solely focused on buck and eddie, buck dragging eddie to safety, everything in the ambulance, "are you hurt?", buck telling chris what happened, buck breaking down crying when he finds out eddie survived surgery, buck staying with chris at the diaz house, buck running to eddie instead of chasing after taylor, "because evan", "you act like you're expendable but you're wrong", the fuCKING WILL?!?!?!? and all of this is happening in the space of 40 minutes while other things are Also happening and it's like. i'd only been in the fandom 2-3 months maybe??? buck and eddie had barely interacted in the 3 episodes prior to 4x12. i, quite frankly, expected nothing (i was actually afraid eddie would die lol) and they gave us this fanfiction ass episode. and it's amazing obviously but it meant with s6 and s7 and s8 when they were actually Building to stories that i expected a specific resolution for the comedown just hit me even harder??? year after year it's just tim minear reminding that 4x14 is the exception and not the rule 😭

[monkmain2]

just had a literal shower thought and I need to share it before it goes away

so what if the reason ENA’s name is constantly being mispronounced isn’t because they don’t respect her specifically but because they think of ENAs as one singular entity because racism

Some characters refer to ENAs as a singular being rather than a community

I don’t think this means there’s only one, since the evidence against that is so staggering, I think that’s because nobody cares enough to view ENAs as a species, just a thing that exists in their general vicinity, like a virus. We refer to a virus as a single entity even though it’s actually a species of microorganism. That’s because it doesn’t present itself as a community, it’s just a force that exists like wind or gravity.

I think, most likely, ENAs all have separate ways of pronouncing their names so they’re easier to tell apart. I’d imagine this is a bit confusing for other species, so this rule only really applies to groups of ENAs.

but since nobody actually cares about their feelings, they just say whatever pronunciation comes to mind rather than asking directly.

in the series, you might notice that pretty much nobody actually calls ENA by name. I think this is because they actually respect her there, and they don’t want to disrespect her. The exceptions to this are Shepherd, who obviously doesn’t like ENAs a whole lot, and Moony.

I can think of two possible reasons for Moony not caring about their feelings pronunciation.

A. She’s good friends with ENA so ENA doesn’t mind

Or B. She doesn’t actually care about ENA

I think the latter is likely, since it’s implied that Moony doesn’t really think of ENA as a whole sentient person. She gets annoyed when ENA has a meltdown, she scolds her for throwing up, she even forces her to do things she doesn’t want to do. This, to me, sounds a lot like a person pretending to be someone’s friend and taking advantage of their naivety and/or shyness. I know this because it is extremely reminiscent of something that happened to me when I was younger.

speaking of things happening when you’re young, this would also make the “punishment of the moon” line make sense if we’re going with the “Bbq ENA and Series ENA are the same person” theory. If Bbq ENA is a future version of Series ENA, it would make sense why she would ask for that. She’s older now, and she realizes how Moony took advantage of her and never got any consequences for it.

Anyway that’s pretty much the end of my rant

[johnwickluva]

Home Again

Fluffy John Wick x reader.

Word count: 2.3k words

Summary: You moved to a new country with your young daughter after it is assumed your husband is dead.

Warnings: miscarriage

You stood staring out the window. You embraced yourself and rubbed your arms with your hands. You would be leaving in a few minutes. Leaving the country. Tears started streaming down your face. Leaving, as per your now assumed dead husband's request.

John had called you, didn’t go much into detail, just said that he had broken some big rules and that you and your daughter wouldn’t be safe anymore. He gave you an address to stay at and told you to only stay there for a week. If he didn’t show up, then you and your daughter would be moving to Britain.

A sob escaped your throat as you turned to stare at your now three year old daughter. She was taking a Barbie doll and banging it against the table in a very violent manner. Her laughter was such a contrast to what you were feeling right now but you still smiled.

“Athena.” You cooed softly. “Remember what your daddy said?”

Athena — whose name had a whole story behind it — clapped and went into a fit of giggles. She didn’t understand that this was not a happy thing.

“Daddy said to leave!”

She ran over to you and hugged your left leg, smushing her chubby cheek against it. You leaned down and held her. A few tears fell. You’d been crying a lot as of late and usually you tried to hide it from your daughter. You didn’t want to affect her development.

“Mommy is sad.”

“Yes Athena. We need to leave now.”

Athena looked up at and it hit you just how much she looked like her father. You rolled your eyes. The bastard was strong and apparently so were his genes. She got his eye color, nose and smile. You wouldn’t even really believe she was yours if you didn’t have the scar to prove she was cut from you. Unlike you, John always secretly wanted kids but he knew with his past and everything that kids were most likely a no-go. Then Athena came. She was a mistake. The best mistake you both ever made. You’d always preferred to stay away from children, still did, but she was an exception. She was your favorite little human.

John was an amazing father, which was no surprise and it hurt you that Athena was robbed of that. You started crying harder now. Would she remember him? Do you have enough pictures? How would she turn out without a father figure? You’d never smell him again. You’d never see him, touch him, kiss him. Everything hurt so much. John was the love of your life. He was the father of your child.

“Why is mommy sad?”

Athena was pouting and you knew you’d have to tell her eventually but not now, later.

“I’ll tell you later ‘Thena I promise. Now go grab your favorite toy.”

She seemed to be good with this answer and turned around to go grab her favorite stuffed bear. Baba Yaga — to John’s dismay— was the name given to the stuffed black bear. Athena heard you call John that in a more suggestive manner one time and just wouldn’t let it go. Thankfully she didn’t understand the rest of the sentence you had said.

You walked into what was your room and grabbed a couple of suitcases you packed. Obviously you couldn’t bring everything with you to your new life in Britain. So you only packed things that were important to you and clothes. And of course a plethora of John’s t-shirts with a couple sleep pants.

Leaving hurt. Sometimes it sucked being a parent because all you wanted to do in the moment was puke, sob and scream all at once. You wanted to curl up in your bed and never leave again. Instead you were forced to drive to the airport, with tears streaming down your face as you listened to Elsa sing “Let It Go”. If only the queen knew. It was far from that easy.

•••

Leaving your old life behind in America was hard. It was even harder getting over John’s death. Especially when you then had two deaths to mourn. Yes, like a cliche, you found out you were pregnant a month after you moved into a tiny town in Britain. Except your cliche didn’t end well.

When you found out you were split between so many positive and negative emotions. Your husband just died, but it was another part of him. What about Athena? You wanted to focus solely on her. So many thoughts were running through your head, so you threw up. While you sat there all alone, head pressed against the cold toilet seat, drowning in one of John’s larger shirts, you realized that it was all too much.

A new country, new home, new child. Dealing with it all alone. You stared at the door emotionless internally, praying, hoping and begging that you would wake up and you’d be next to John. Instead you were met with another wave of nausea. You puked some more.

Then the miscarriage happened. You weren’t even that far along, just about two months. You went in for a check up and the doctor broke the news. How could you not have known? The doctor told you it’s common, gave you some pamphlets of coping with the loss, and a prescription. When you got home, you curled into your bed and cursed God. For killing John and your baby. For doing this to you and your daughter. You cursed and cursed and cursed until you fell asleep.

Obviously the first year was very hard but it got better. No wait, not better; the days got easier. Nothing ever got better, it just always got easier. Athena was now an energetic five year old who no longer cried for her father in the middle of the night. It got pretty tiresome after a while so when she really really wanted to play but you didn’t, you’d go for a walk.

You and Athena walked the path before she suddenly stopped in her tracks. She bent down and picked up a feather, examining it.

“Ah. Birdleaf of course.”

You almost lost it right then and there.

“Athena that’s called a feather.”

She looked at you, not very amused and said,

“Close enough!”

Athena then smiled a huge smile and dropped the feather. She ran up to you and gave you a hug. Before you could even bend down to give one back, she went running towards your house. You just rolled your eyes and did a slow jog to keep up with her. Athena immediately ran to her play set outside when your stomach growled.

“Hun, lets go make dinner.”

You were blessed with a girl who wasn’t picky about food, making dinner time an easy experience. Athena ate whatever was given to her. You always praised her for that. Maybe she had already learned that life is harder than eating a bowl of peas. After dinner she stood on a stool and helped you wash the dishes before going outside to play some more. You still needed to watch her so you would read a book while sitting in your white lawn chair. You were very into your book when you heard something that made your heart drop.

“Daddy!”

Ever see those movies? The ones where lovers get split up and then they have this huge reunion? For some reason, someone’s always mad and someone always gets slapped. In all honesty you never got those romantic movies. You felt nothing but pure bliss as you threw yourself into John’s arms. To feel him against you again. Your heart was racing, so many questions, so much to tell. It was all so overwhelming. You looked up to see his face and then—

Black.

All the emotions must’ve been too much for your body and you passed out. John’s eyes widened as he grabbed your body and picked you up. Athena came running up and hugged his leg.

“Daddy! Mommy and I thought you were dead!”

John really wanted to bend down and hug his daughter and promise to never leave her again but that was kind of an issue since he was holding you. He just looked down and gave her an honest smile.

“Seems you were wrong.”

John carried you into the house and laid you down on the couch. He carefully caressed your cheek and moved all the hair out of your face. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on your forehead. Athena began to call for him in a very exciting manner. She came running with her stuffed black bear, holding it up with pride.

“Look! I still have Baba Yaga! I can start calling him that again. Mommy told me I should probably stop calling him that when you died. She said it made her sad.”

John gave her an incredulous look.

“You still call it that?”

“Yes she does.” You called out from the couch, having just awoken.

He was shocked to say the least, how does a child remember that? He’ll never know. John shook his head and laughed when she gave a very enthusiastic nod, confirming your answer. Your arm was over your head, covering your eyes. You really prayed that this was all real. As much as you wanted to jump on John, to hug him and never let him go, you stayed put letting your daughter reunite with her dad.

“Wanna see my missing tooth?”

John’s face lit up.

“Yeah!”

“It’s ‘ight ‘ere” Athena attempted to say with her finger in her mouth.

“That’s awesome!”

“Yeah, mommy said the tooth fairy will come and leave me money. I’ll be rich.”

You smirked as you sat up and watched them interact. What dorks. Deciding that their reunion was much more important than yours, you got up and walked to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror you tried to make sense of what the hell just happened. Did your unrealistic dream really just come true?! You rubbed your face with your hands and took a deep breath.

“Mommy! Come play with us!”

The smile crept onto your face as you pushed yourself off the sink sprinting to go be with your family.

Yes, yes it did.

•••

The two of you had let Athena stay up way later than normal as it was a special day. It was about half past nine when Athena reluctantly calmed down and went to bed. You had brushed your teeth and done your nightly routine. Now you were standing in the middle of your room waiting for John to finish putting her to bed, your heart beating fast. You had so much to tell him.

Hearing the door to Athena’s room shut, John walked into the room and went towards the bathroom. Inside he brushed his teeth and changed into his pajamas before coming out and walking right up to you.

“It's over, YN. I- we never have to deal with them again.” He pulled you onto his muscular chest.

You sobbed into his chest.

“I thought you were gone.”

“Me too.”

The two of you stood there and hugged in silence, just taking each other in as you cried against his body. The emotions you were feeling right now were intense. You had so much to tell him.

“John, I was pregnant but I lost the baby two months in.” You sniffled.

John tensed but then immediately hugged you tighter.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that, especially alone. I wish I could’ve been here.” He kissed the top of your head.

“It was so hard.”

John could only imagine. Being alone in a new country with a small child to take care of probably did not allow you the proper time to mourn him and your baby on top of it. He was crushed and made a silent promise to take care of you and never leave you again. Pulling away slightly he brought his hand up to your chin and tilted your head up. He looked deep into your eyes before leaning in for a kiss.

The two of you stood there in your room, lips locked as you tried to communicate just how much you loved and missed one another. Your tongues rolled around each other as your hands moved all around, exploring and making sure this was all real and not some stupid, horrible dream. Slowly, John guided your body backwards till your thighs hit the bed. You allowed yourself to sit and scoot back so he could crawl on top of you, not once breaking the kiss.

John’s hands started to move up to lift your shirt off when the two of you broke apart to the sound of a soft knock on the door. He rolled off of you and sat on the bed, looking towards the door. The two of you couldn’t help but smile, seeing your young daughter. Athena’s big doe eyes, messy brown hair and light blue pajamas made her look adorable. She clutched Baba Yaga in her arms.

“Mommy? Daddy? Can I sleep in here tonight?” Athena asked quietly while rubbing her eyes.

You hopped off the bed and picked her up with a grunt. She was starting to get too big and it saddened you. Plopping her down on the bed she crawled over to John and he opened his arms up for her to snuggle into his chest. You smiled at the sight and grabbed your phone to take a picture. After that you turned the light off in your bedroom and crawled into bed with the two of them.

John on the left, Athena in the middle and you on the right. He put his arm out so he could lay it over both of you, feeling the need to be close to both of his favorite girls. You leaned over and gave him a kiss on his lips before moving and leaving a kiss upon your daughter's head. She was already out like a light. You smiled and cuddled up with them.

Tomorrow was going to be a crazy day as there was so much to talk about and so much time to make up for but for right now, you could sleep soundly for the first time in years, with your little family.

Together again.

[radioactiveshitstorm]

piece of media: hey look at this cool masked character!

me, frothing at the mouth: i see them i see them they're so cool yes-

media: now look at the face reveal!

me, backing away at maximum velocity: you ruined a perfectly good bitch is what you did, they're boring now

[an-absolute-trainwreck]

Guys I don’t know who keeps up with home interior trends on here but can I be real and honest.

I do not like color drenching. Trims, doors, ceilings, etc. should be a color that COMPLEMENTS your bold paint. Painting the entire room is overwhelming.

I am all for rooms with color and different, fun colored doors and trims other than basic white. But please. For the love of all that is holy. Don’t color drench.

[lover-of-mine]

Remember how I made the big framing in buddie conversations meta and then another one when the gym stills came out that comes down to how conversations about Buck, Buck is sitting down.

About Eddie, both of them are sitting down.

About Chris, they are sitting on the same surface

But when they are on the same level and standing up, the conversation tends to be about their relationship with each other.

I know it looks pretty obvious that this is them talking about their relationship, but following patterns on the show, this is them talking about their relationship.

And I'm also interested in what camera angles we are going to get on this scene, because the tsunami for instance they are facing each other but they make a point that for parts of the scene we can see both of their faces, not just them speaking and reacting to each other like in the grocery store for example. I am so curious.

[grian-updates]

Scar doxed Grian in a twitter post!

Yep, our guy is still going.

Fish.

[noctiva]

Is there a tick Toby lovers comuunity? Cause if so I'm in!

yes yes hello I am noctiva and this is the little Toby cult I run LMAOOOO

[w1f1n1ghtm4r3]

randomly got sidetracked from my bigger drawing project to come up with a wild life pearl design

[lesbiancolumbo]

the thing is, as someone who watches hundreds of movies a year and movies of all different kinds, shapes and sizes.... most movies and tv shows are not hard to understand. the maker wants you to understand them! the maker wants you to like them! the maker is leaving a blueprint as the movie or tv show unfurls to lead you to a place where you will engage with it/like it. so when people react to pretty straightforward movies or shows with like, confusion or shock it's like. did you really not get it or were you on your phone. it's okay to say that you were on your phone. because i know that you were on your phone.

[themintman]

N e ways here's Jack's actual design for the au I posted about the other day lmao

Love this sorrowful lizard.

[dilfsisko]

Here’s the the thing. The Beatles unfortunately are actually good in their own right? but the second someone else covers a Beatles song it’s immediately dogshit because they’re very clearly not the Beatles and that’s the only way their music works

[dr-gl0rbiez]

salt tastes really good to me. Here’s a little piece of lore of my life cause i reminded myself i love the taste of salt water:

You know how everyone had that one thing they always ate in secret as a kid, food or not? Well mine was salt. And no i dont just mean some extra salt ok my french fries, or needing more salt on some chicken. No no, i mean as in i’d eat it from tje container. I’d either eat the leftover salt thibgs from the top (which i’ve never understood why i did it) or pour some out, act like it was an accident, and eat it to “clean it up”. Yeah i needed excuses for everything as a kid. When my mom found out, she went first her usual ‘you’re gonna explode if you___’ spiel, but even that didnt stop it. She then resorted to telling me i’d turn into a sheep if i didnt stop. Why she chose a sheep? No clue! Im sure if i ask her, she’ll tell me she wont remember that or not know the reason anyway.

I was so terrified of turning into a sheep and being sent away to a random farm that i stopped. The only other time after that where i ate salt again was after i got pounced on by a huge dog while at my sister’s godparent’s house. Straight up knocked 7-8 year old me on the ground. I distinctly remember someone escorting me back to my mom, and while i was sobbing she poured a handful of salt right into her palm, held it up to my mouth, and said ‘here, eat your salt’ (in spanish, butt still)

not the best party i’ve been too, butt 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

[demdozeguys]

my character design philosophy is that you shouldn't make a guy with the express intent of wanting the viewers to be horny for them. the perverts should come naturally