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can’t believe Albert got so far in physics he actually travelled to the future and back to cosplay Billie

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so… after the illness took her girlfriend’s life away Igdie became absolutely Ruthless

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FUCK YOU THE ACADEMY

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If I had a nickel for every male animated villain with an elongated triangular head shape that uses toxic liquids as a crime tool and that proceeds to becoming a devoted dad and becomes a head of a city I D HAVE TWO FUCKING NICKELS

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If I had a nickel every time a mentally ill girl was sacrificing herself for her beloved redhead woman by letting go of her while being pulled down a huge pit by a creature of an enormous size I D HAVE TWO FUCKING NICKELS

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HEAR ME OUT

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it all starts with a Vi-

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Matty Healy after ttpd dropped

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sir, i come from the generation that first heard “One way or another” performed by One Direction and not by Blondie, what kind of high hopes are you talking about…..?

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Amoeba

The problem with her was that she didn’t have a specific persona, she had no type and couldn’t be anyhow defined. Was she boring or was she crazy? No, even those adjectives are definitions: boring people are at least boring and crazy are at least crazy. But she was featureless, an absolute void.

You know, if there is a casting, there are always specific details about roles, types that are sought after. The need either a grumpy old lady who sells vegetables at an open market and doesn’t hesitate to propose judgmental sentences about everything around or an exhausted office clerk longing for any life experiences that will get him out of his job room or at least up the career ladder. Or any other potential character with a set of traits.

But she was just wandering around the city wasting her time and thoughts on some unremarkable intellectual garbage. “Oh, dear, but she’s a pointless stroller!” - you may say. But alas, you’re too prompt to get it. Some days she just lays on the grass, stares at the skies and then goes punching her boxing back for exactly 37 seconds, and then explodes. She has no motivation whatsoever. “Oh, then she might be depressed!” - you reckon. Nah, she is just happily convinced that none of this matters, no effort will be justified, and in the end, well, we’ll die. But that also means we have to rush, she has to rush, and so she rushes to find job. Will she? You know the answer. She is nothing. But she’s also very satisfied with that. Unless she’s not.

Every now and then she just thinks it over: what would her ideal role be if some fancy casting director were to select her. A Russian girl (maybe a spy, maybe a killer). No! Sometimes she felt Romanian, other times she was a kakapo (like a real bird). Yes, maybe, she was simply a bird, so how could anyone apply human characteristics at her. But then, she’d be typing posts on tumblr, so maybe she was a swiftie, not a swift.

- That girl. 2023.

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Villanelle is so Hozier

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sorry for my accidental dissociations, my mind is constantly rushing back to the moment where an unbearably hot rowing girl, her knees pushed against the raft side, was pulling me back up into the boat by the shoulder straps of my life jacket after i deliberately dropped out of it to refresh myself in a breathtakingly beautiful lake

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guys be like “you know i’m not very eloquent”… dude, the word eloquent itself makes your speech 138% more eloquent, ok?

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i’m a tumblr girl in a barbie world…

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right now i am in my cardigan era waiting for smb to put me on and say i’m their favorite

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the sexiest i’ve ever felt was when i was walking down some countryside road merely in a tee and sneakers with a tiny lizard amongst my wet hair after i’ve almost is an adieu to my life bc my insanity led me to climbing quarry rocks that were seemingly used for professional climbers trainings cause i saw the fucking fastenings there while i was just stretching out my bare limbs like a damn spider… god, the madness, the audacity, the rage!