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oh so this just made me cry

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daniel molloy character of all time once again: like imagine you’re a 20-something drug addict and a terrible journalist on account of being 20-something and a drug addict and you randomly meet a vampire at a gay bar and you think wow I might get drugs, gay sex and a story out of this and instead what you get is psychologically and physically tortured by his husband and your memories of it all erased and then 50 years later you’re DYING and those vampires show up in your life again to ask you to write the story of their happy marriage and your memory might be fucked but ON GOD you WILL ruin that marriage if it’s the last thing you do. and then not only do you succeed and walk out of it alive, but also with a bestseller, millions in your bank account AND immortality AND the knowledge that your annoying human ass was somehow the one thing that made that 500+ year old predator so mad that he broke his lifetime vow to never turn anyone. AND, on top of that, you’re out of the CLOSET.

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there’s something about the way that when dean wakes up, there’s always a steaming mug of hot fresh coffee by his side of the bed. it’s like a little secret love language that cas tenderly gives him from the minute dean wakes up. the best part is that cas always sneaks back into bed, wrapping his arms around dean so that when dean wakes up, there’s the smell of coffee in the air and the warmth of cas’ body pressed against his side. dean repays the favor late at night, when cas is tucked up on the couch with a book in his hands. he’ll put a large hot mug of honey tea down next to cas, drop a lingering kiss to cas’ forehead, and then settle down next to his husband. cas always gets this fond smile on his face, settling one hand on dean’s thigh as a thank you, and dean will place another kiss to cas’ jaw. the day starts with a warm mug… and it ends with one, too. life, dean thinks, as he distracts cas from his book with stolen kisses, is pretty damn good

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David Foster Wallace correctly predicts Netflix binging in 1996.

Everyone’s experience of this sort of thing is different. But for myself, I have found that since I emerged from the internet-based hibernation of my 20s and replaced a lot of my TV and video game consumption with live theatre and dance and city exploration and concerts and burlesque and parties, I am happier and more satisfied with existence than I have ever been in my life.

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Quick little drawing of our favourite queer Spideys 😌

Guys you can use this as a banner or a background or a header or whatever, as long as it’s credited you’re free to do so <333

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I still remember the day I first watched Star Trek and I thought, "Wow, Kirk and Spock would make a really good couple, I wonder if there's anyone who ships them," and then I looked up 'Kirk and Spock' on the Internet and the first thing that came up was the fucking Wikipedia article about the history of slash fiction and that it was Kirk and Spock who invented modern fandom.

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Utah Valley Gothic

• The mountains are far away. The mountains are closeby. The mountains surround you like a fortress - or a cage. They are at a fixed distance from your window. Are they closer today than they were yesterday? You lower your eyes: you know not to look too long with anything besides admiration.

• "I hate the grid system," you say. "Nonsense," your friend replies, "the grid system is so sensible." "I just don't get it," you reply. "We have nothing like that out East." Your friend's pupils expand; the whites of their eyes disappear. "The grid system is so easy," they speak with 20 voices. "It's easy. So easy. The grid system is superior." This happens every time.

• There's a Sodalicious on the corner by your house that wasn't there yesterday. Across the road there's a Swig that's been there since the foundations of time. You're walking to school; a Chip and a Crumbl pop up in your way. Behind them, an Insomnia, a Fizz and Penguin Brothers clamor for your attention. You can't go around them. The only way through is in a sugar coma. "Chip or Crumbl?" you ask your friend, a wide, sugary grin on your face. "Swig or Sodalicious?"

• A girl wearing a miniskirt crosses the crosswalk. All the eyes of all the drivers are on her. All the eyes of all the cars are on her. All the eyes of all the buildings are on her. All the eyes of all the entities in the upper stories of the old buildings along University are on her. All the eyes in the whole world are on her at once. She reaches the sidewalk, the light turns green, the cars start moving. The world snaps back to normal. The eyes in the buildings are still on her.

• "We're on the north side of the building," your friend texts you helpfully. You look around - which way is north? Suddenly there are mountains in every direction, looming above you, blocking out the sky. Which way is north? you wonder. "This way," each peak replies at once. North is just a myth. You walk inside and wander around until you find your friends.

• A long, straight street stretches out in front of you. It's lined with pristine, quaint little houses with mowed lawns and pots of flowers out front. There's no sign that anyone lives there. You walk to the next block and look down the way. A long, straight street stretches out in front of you. It's lined with pristine, quaint little houses with mowed lawns and pots of flowers out front. There's no sign that anyone lives there. You walk to the next block and look down the way. It's lined with pristine, quaint little houses with mowed lawns and pots of flowers out front...

* You wander down Center street. Permanence has no meaning here; it's no use searching for a particular shop or restaurant; it will show itself to you when it's ready. There's always something new to see, most of which you'll never see again. You wonder about that little book shop you used to love. You haven't seen it in 50 years. 10 minutes later, it appears on your right. But the bakery and taqueria you used to love will never appear again.

• You pass a church building. You pass a church building. You pass an obviously historical church building. You pass another church building, identical to the first two. You pass a temple. You pass a church building. You look back and you've only come five steps from your apartment.

• You go up into the mountains with your friends for a hike in the peace and quiet. The trail is crowded. You hike on and the trail only gets more crowded. The trail is packed with people as tight as sardines; it's at a standstill. "Isn't this relaxing?" your friends ask. "Being out here by ourselves in nature like this."

• Center street is closed. Center street is backed up. Center street traffic is not moving. It's a concert, or a farmer's market, or a cultural festival. Why do I even take center street? It's always like this, you think. You'll take Center street next time too. You'll take Center street every time.

• University is closed for construction. 500 N is closed for construction. 500 W is closed for construction. 700 N is closed for construction. Bulldog is closed for construction. You wonder where people with cars are even driving. You're glad, for once, that you're biking. How long have you been sitting in traffic behind the wheel in this car? It's taken you six hours to go two blocks.

• Everyone you know would rather die than hike the Y. Everyone you know flatly refuses to hike the Y. Everyone you know has hiked the Y. Everyone you know hated hiking the Y. Everyone you know hikes the Y every weekend of the summer. Everyone you know hikes the Y for Homecoming. Everyone you know is always hiking the Y. "It's just not worth it," they say. "It's so steep and the payoff isn't even that great."

• The locals squint at the mountaintops. "It's a dry year," they say. You know it's their farmer ancestors speaking through them. "We really need the moisture." They squint at the mountains. "Snow already? that's a good sign. We really need the moisture." It's June. Is the snow early or late? "It's been a dry year," they say. Every year is a dry year.

• The morning is fresh. Your car is covered in sludge an inch thick. "It must have rained last night," you say to no one in particular. This used to disturb you. "It will clear up," the locals would say. "It's always like this at first." It's like this every time.

• "This valley used to be underwater," you're told. "Now all that's left is the Utah and Salt Lakes." You stand on the shoreline trail and look out across the valley. You can see your house. Maybe it would be better if it was all still underwater. Suddenly the feeling of drowning you've had for the last five years makes sense. You're living at the bottom of a pleistocene paleolake. That has to be the reason - right?

• As the morning fog clears up, the mountains look close - a lot closer than they should be. You don't look too long; you don't mourn the neighborhoods they swallowed overnight. They knew what they were risking when they settled on the foothills. "Besides, it's just the tree streets," you say with a grim laugh. You'll say nothing when people from the Tree Streets re-emerge later that week with no memory of being swallowed. You lower your eyes. You don't want your neighborhood to be next.

(living in Provo is kinda creepy)

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sex isn’t enough

i need to vulcan mind meld with somebody

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Everyone into occultism has one of these (or more than one)

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Peter Capaldi as the Twelfth Doctor - in black and white

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i’ve been watching star trek tos

and it’s insane how smartly this show is written. i’m obsessed with my two favorite space husbands

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Can I just say...

THAT'S KIRK.

3x24: Turnabout intruder

great addition:

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I think I haven’t posted this one here yet, and there seems to be a lot of Data fans here :]

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First look at Jack Quaid and Tawny Newsome as Boimler and Mariner in the flesh on Strange New Worlds

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hate the social expectation that in break-ups (platonic or romantic) the person who is more affected by how things ended have to give it up and move on if the other person isnt affected by it. like what am i supposed to do with all these feelings??? why isnt the other person even affected by this??? so much emotions and i just don’t want it to matter anymore!!