#No one wants that

[messierthanthou]

“I love you…” Stu says.

“Shut up,” it comes from Billy.

“No, because I love you.”

“No you don’t.” Billy’s gaze falls to the side.

“I do. I love you.” Stu kisses Billy’s reddening cheek.

“No you don’t!” Billy shouts.

“And why not? Why won’t you let me?”

“Because no one does!”

“That’s not true…” Stu sounds hurt by the accusation.

“Oh but it is! Love is just a filthy, dirty fucking lie that Hollywood sells us on this side of the silver screen!” A tear rolls down Billy’s cheek, he still can’t face Stu.

“But I do! I love you, Billy, I love you.” Stu kisses his cheek again. “I love you.” Licks clean the tear that fell. “I love you so much.” Presses their foreheads together.

“No…” Billy says lowly, his voice steady and firm and sure he’s the one telling the truth, not Stu. “I’m unlovable.”

“Not to me you’re not. And I’ll spend all my life proving it to you.”

“Promise?” Teary eyes meet calm ones.

“Promise.”

[lila-rae]

Husband: I think we (re: nyc) should host the Olympics

Me:

[warrior-of-storms]

wow, would you look at that, I'm not dead!!

Anyway, I've been working on some expression charts/mini references for the tangled threads universe (aka the threadverse) and I'm finally done!! I have I think about 70 characters here? who knows. enjoy!

(please note that I didn't pick expressions, I spun a wheel with all the names and just drew the next expression)

This is every single character that is currently canon in the threadverse. I would yap about art commentary but like. no thanks <3

[l8tof1]

apparently there are rumors that the spanish gp might become a street circuit in madrid instead???

here’s what lewis said about it and he’s correct:

[welcometomypov]

Trump is winning the election?

As a female who keeps being told that her entire life and future is on the line if he's elected, I approve this message :)

[sinsthinkingof]

If there isn’t five Lestappen fics after this with Charles and Max celebrating Max breaking the record, I’ll be forced to write them myself

[bugeyedfreaks]

forbidden candy

[sivavakkiyar]

I can understand antisemitism but I draw the line at bad beats

I interpret this as an open invitation to reopen the Wagner criticism vein

[dyrewrites]

Heads Up, we got Sentences

Yeah, I know. But I was tagged by both of these and I wanna smoosh em together.

@chauceryfairytales got me here, while @illarian-rambling got me here

I'm a gonna get YOU...but also @a-mimsy-borogove, @poethill (if this is acceptable, I haven't seen you opt into games yet so pardon if it is not >.>)

Now, eschewing all sense--and counting--take this fluffy monster flying through some trees. He is from Weald and Wen, as are all these sentences I did not count.

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Soaring through the soggy leaves of the vast and empty Ichorbed, Infae reveled in each and every splash of fresh ichor on his dusty fur. Chill wind caught his wings, spilling the scent of his late rider—overripe inaps in crisp latelight—and he trilled.

Skitters fled not only the sound of a known predator but the blanket of his shadow as it waved and stretched across the sorrow-hued copse.

And their terror sang to him, rich and heady as the lick of firstlight's dew, it dripped into his hoary ears another song. A remembered song of laughter, of command. Working the stiffness out of his gossamer wings, he flapped harder with its melody, to flee the loss rotting in the roots of his old home...to flee the memories.

Of Lady Namei's branches tugging at his fur, of her smoky voice clicking commands into his ears. The air was warmer then, sweet and thick...and he whimpered with memories refusing to fall away. Memories of comfort ravaged in sour, bitter gasps by a spoiled breeze.

A breeze heralded by the loss of his rider, the loss of his Namei, of her rough branches in his fur.

The loss of her.

Yet, rising through likesame breeze, Infae trilled louder as the pungent stench of decay splintered and fell with the gorebarks of his rotten nest. Fading as he rose higher, the spoiled horror was replaced by ripe fruits meant to tempt his tongue and hungry blossoms nurtured to lure his nose.

Crawling treats begged next, for his grasping fingers, his eager snout, as they clicked and tapped on pulsing, living trees and he breathed it in.

Blissful, joyous, he breathed it all in. A fresh world, a living world.

Whispsong called to him, the tinkling toll of fluttering leaves adding to their refrain. A creaking undersong of tapping branches soon joined, chased by a bass beat of crunch, crunch, smack as latelight scavengers emerged from their fair light homes and Infae sang along.

He trilled and clicked, lending his voice to a known song, an ancient song. A hymn to the Lady Herself. Home, it sang of his woods, his Weald.

With another click he split the chorus and bright blue frames bounced and flashed in his dark vision. Frames he rolled from, avoiding the playful snaps of thick branches.

Cooing with the tugs and shouts of new riders—living riders—he flapped in concert with the song of his Weald and remembered what it meant to fly.

[blueberrythyme]

someone make me unfollow food blogs

[twospiritstooprideful]

Opinion on Percy pussy Jackson

:]

I wanna kiss him

[thresholdbb]

Are Captain Rudolph Rudy Ransom and Commander Jack Ransom related?

Like maybe Jack Ransom primarily joined Starfleet to try and find his father who was lost commanding the Equinox. Depending on his age, Jack probably would’ve joined around the time of the Dominion War. Lower Decks seems to establish that Starfleet isn’t the most attractive career option around this time, so it seems conceivable he would join up to follow in his long-lost father’s footsteps rather than a sense of duty to the Federation. (See that post about Una being the Starfleet recruitment poster girl, hearkening back to a golden age of exploration in the wake of the war. Una represents be a strategic revamp since wartime recruitment numbers probably dipped quite a bit. Who wants to get sent to the front lines to fight a war in a post scarcity society?)

If Voyager got back to the Alpha Quadrant in 2378 and Jack is a commander on the Cerritos in the early 2380s, he wouldn’t have known about what happened to the Equinox when he joined Starfleet. By the time he’s posted on the Cerritos, he would know the fate of the Equinox and exactly what his father had done. I highly doubt Janeway would hide Rudy’s level of crime in her logs, especially after dressing down Ransom (and letting him live out her self-sacrificing tendencies) and demoting the remaining crew she brought in from the Equinox. When Voyager returns (or Starfleet gets Voyager’s logs and eventually releases relevant info) Jack taking a post on a California-class ship makes sense. After learning the truth, he wouldn’t need to be a great explorer seeing what it did to his father. In fact, his character seems to try to overcompensate for the ruthlessness that characterizes Captain Rudy.

[ask-natty-onai]

OOC post

[annadelveys]

the american obsession with being "world leaders" really baffles me. hey maybe we don't want that. like imagine being this out of touch.

[isfjmel-phleg]

I've only been frequenting the Athlete Building* for about eight weeks, but wow do I have Opinions now about track etiquette. Starting with the inadvisability of bringing in a FREAKING SPEAKER and blasting it when other people are present.

*not its real name, obviously