#I want to put this on a billboard

[whatgoesthroughmyhead]

PLEASE CONSIDER NOT CUTTING THE END OF YOUR CHILD'S PENIS OFF. ('CAUSE IT'S NOT YOUR PENIS TO CUT, IS IT?)

[izzyspussy]

the fact that they made it illegal to make ads louder than programs on tv in 2010 but haven't updated it to apply the same regulation to streaming. who do i have to call.

[ad0rabubble]

IT'S ON THE TRAIN

[flamestar126]

One last glance at a former rival

bonus + original photo below cut

[impossiblepluto]

For the WIP ask… uuummm, all of them?! Just kidding (not really)!

holding baby Mac the image of a baby Mac is just 🥰

oh my goodness, friend, I am all atwitter about the image of baby Mac. This was one of the first ideas I had for a "Dalton Ranch" story, featuring Mac's first visit to the ranch, fresh from the Army and both of them figuring out each other and how to be civilians. After a nightmare wakes Mac, for the second night in a row, he heads outside to clear his head, not wanting to disturb the rest of the house, especially as he's a stranger to most of them, leading Jack to pilfer the tagline of an American-Italian eatery known for their breadsticks "the Dalton Ranch, when you're here, you're family."

Deciding they both need some fresh air and wide open spaces, Jack takes Mac on a trail ride when an unexpected storm blows up, causing them to seek shelter in an old line shack, and later revealing that perhaps this was not the first time they waited out a storm here. Here's a section of the first little tiny bit of cabin foreshadowing:

“A few years back some lady from outta town got turned around and ended up on that dirt road. We had a real big storm that year, kind of like this.”

As if on cue, thunder rumbles across the sky. 

“‘Cept it was snowin’ which was weird for that late in the season. I remember because I was on spring break.”

“So, it was more than a few years ago,” Mac mumbles loud enough to ensure he’s heard.

“Oh, yeah, funny.”

Mac smirks.

“Yeah, it was…” Jack’s brow furrows as he thinks. “Must have been about twenty years ago now.” 

“Twenty years ago I would have been one.” Mac reminds innocently. 

“Oh, you’re on a roll aren’t ya? Well, jokes on you, I think I mighta been about fourteen or fifteen so you might not have even been born yet.” 

“I guess your memory starts fading when you get to be as old as you are, if you can’t remember if you were fourteen or fifteen.” 

“Fine,” Jack shrugs. “Maybe I won’t share my story.”

“Seems unlikely.” 

“Nope. And it was a good one too, but now you’ll never hear it.” 

“Oh, no, Jack, please share your story,” Mac deadpans. 

“Well, if you insist.”

Mac snorts.

“Hush. Now, like I said, it was spring break-”

“What year was it?”

Jack makes a face, wagging his finger at Mac. “Don’t you start that up again.” 

~~~

[trickstersaint]

asexuality // september 2022

[letkirillfight]

Paging @wildaboutmnhockey we've been assigned wildcats by a random person in Sweden who was guessing what our logo meant, your video was prophetic

[saifahname]

Yeah trying really hard not to spit an Israeli right between eyebrows rn

[berrystrawfanaa]

Every time there's a new the rookie episode, I have to repeat to myself that: we're being fed well, this is an ensemble cast and a procedural tv show.. like a prayer or something lol

[redflagsandbanners]

hii so just wanted to let u know im rereading now the halftime air was sweet perfume on ao3 rn and i was planning on finishing it before coming here to bathe you in praises about it bc honestly i cannot go more than a couple of days without remembering some scene of phrase from it even after almost a year of having read it for the first time? i swear even as i write my own stuff sometimes i think about your fics and how you shape the sensations of the scenes using the temperature and the light, to convey the feeling of the scene, the memories, everything man. so i just couldnt wait to come yell at u so yeah youre writing is just /that/ amazing fr dude

also i could not get that image of the fruity four plus will and mike just staring at the vine in chapter 11 so i drew it (im shit at drawing but the scene just begged to be drawn i swear) but i cant show it on anon (which is prob for the best lol) but yeah your fic is amazing (+ your other fics too i mean (that kinda music just soothes the soul) I reminisce about the days of old is just SUCH A GOOD ONE SHOT) so yeah thanks for existing hope life treats you well and just know u have a fan somewhere in this lovely green earth who is absolutely obssesed w the way u write

(also im so curious about how the fic ends. im not asking for more chapters bc i know how it can be sometimes w writing but like, if you have any notes or ideas of where the fic was going to go in the following chapters or anything i would love to hear about it if u wanna talk about it) (also sorry for the long message)

I'm losing it what do you mean you drew it I'm literally dropping on a knee and giving you my eternal devotion. Letting you know the fic is not forgotten as my brain likes to taunt me about it and I DO have an entire fucking plan for it up until the battle. The ending? No idea. Do they win, do they lose, I honestly don't know. This fic has a habit of doing whatever it wants. The only thing missing is motivation but messages like this jesus christ do they help. Have a wonderful day as you just made mine. Hope Ronance praises us with some content soon <3

[alwaysxyou]

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[waugh-bao]

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[fingertipsmp3]

Should I go to my graduation or not. Seriously

[inkskinned]

"this website uses cookies" fucking why. i wish we hadn't named it that, so cheap and unthreatening. a cookie can be anything from a single data point to actively tracking your usage throughout websites. and if you try to research it, you overwhelmingly get (ad-placed) cheery and chipper responses that "cookies are useful data tools that help websites to help you!"

one article suggests cookies allow for "more personalized websites." i do not want them to know how to personalize their website for me. what they really mean is "make this website better for advertisers." they are not going to turn the website a nice shade of my favorite color. they are going to put ads up they think i like. so it's not for me.

okay sure. it makes shopping easier! okay, great. spend money more! happy advertiser. but then why the fuck when you google how long cooked chicken good for are they skimming your data. why when you google can my dog eat tomatoes are they skimming your data. why does mixing bleach and vinegar bad? require someone skimming your data.

so now you slog through AI responses because sometimes the AI tells you no worries! cooked chicken can never go bad and all dogs go to heaven. something about this feels like being 13 before google was really-a-thing when you had to be kind of clever about how you used Ask Jeeves. what is even the point anymore. half of these sites are not written with human hands anymore. we are creating an infinite digital graveyard in order to give advertisers more space, more billboards.

you have to find the first reputable-looking site in a list of GORP.COM/HEALTH. and when you click the first thing it says is can i skim your data? and meanwhile yes bleach and vinegar bad, you've made chlorine gas.

and meanwhile! yes! the infinite digital graveyard. the internet turned into a true highway: devoid of life. endless paved monotony. the exit sign blinking - this website uses cookies.

[leenaur143]

no way did i just find the location of the ALLEGED skz billboard in shoreditch but AHHHH google maps last took a photo of that area more than a year ago

[just-screaming-into-a-void]

Did Todd Davis ever change his social security number?