#also stephen

[churrotowns]

ginger cat world domination incoming

[markodragic]

I dont think anything on this earth tickles me so hard as how busted white people look in the yakuza franchise

its so dhsjdjfjxjfjgk

[setaflow]

Gay pride happens in June and gay wrath happens whenever hbomberguy drops a 3+ hour video essay about a specific topic

[stompandhollar]

reminding everyone that the in-universe problem with The Doctor and The Master isn’t “ooo horrible nasty enemies who hate each other and don’t get along and fight all the time but are also in love”

the problem is that they get along. the problem is that they can’t stop themselves from falling naturally into a rhythm of riffing off one another and enjoying the other’s company. THAT is the problem. the problem is that it works and that’s the thing that caused all their issues. they like one another. they just click.

[noctude]

none of these guys know how to tie their shoes

[inkskinned]

yesterday while feverish i wrote about how boats can moor next to each other like pigeons, cooing with the gentle rap of water against their hull. you once said that that the way i see things - birds in the water, feathers in marina paint - was "childish and naive." you said i'd been misdiagnosed - "it can't all be adhd. you might be just kind of stupid and lazy."

i still do certain things like how you taught me - turn the pillow case inside out before putting it on. drive defensively. hate myself entirely.

the prompt for this poem is "mahler's fifth." i wish it wasn't, but mahler's fifth was our song. it ended up in my book. every person that knows your name has promised me they'll give you one swift rabbit punch, right to the face. dean read the book and showed up on my front porch, drenched in sweat from running the 8 miles at 4 in the morning. he was shaking. pacifist and gentle - he works with children - i'd never seen him furious. a punch isn't going to do it, he said, and then said i'm sorry. i had to come to see if you were okay.

mahler's fifth was mine first, like my girlhood. i like the way each movement piles onto the next movement, each instrument bleeding into the next. i like the horn version the best. before i met you, i danced to it on grass still-wet from sprinklers.

later you would tell me that the way you heard it was somehow better. you understood something in it that i couldn't quite wrap my fingers into. once, on our anniversary, you asked the classical music radio station to play it for us. we missed hearing it because we were fighting. one of the things people get wrong about abuse is that sometimes victims are, like, brutally aware of the stupidity of our situation. what do you mean that you thought i wasn't good enough for you? you? you're just... nothing.

sometimes people can pull the poetry out of your life. i watched my words become clothesline, and then thin out into kite twine. i watched you chew through every good syllable of me. so many good songs and places and moments were ruined. i am glad you didn't like most of my music - less to tie back to you.

but still mahler's fifth. the music swells, and i am 21 and throwing up in a bathroom on my birthday. a woman i will later refer to as lesbian jesus runs a cool hand down my back, her perfect pantsuit starch-pressed. she told me to leave you. she said - and this is true, and not an invention of rhyme or fantasy - i'm you from the future.

i am 22, and i got home from an award ceremony, and i remember you telling me - you act so proud of yourself when you're actually so fucking embarrassing. i took you to disney world. you took my virginity. i gave up visiting spain for a week with my family - i instead choose you, to spend the time just-cuddling. you called it "our fuck week." the music swells. it probably should have been a red flag that for about 3 years - i just gave up on crying. my grandfather died and you said nothing. my uncle died and you ghosted me for 3 weeks. you said i need to protect myself from your ongoing tragedy.

every so often i come back to the memory of one of our last afternoons in person. i had just told you that i wasn't going to law school, despite the free ride - i was going to join a creative writing program. master's in fine arts. i was going to finally do it - i was going to follow my dreams. this blog was already internet-famous. however reluctantly, i would occasionally refer to myself as a poet. i got into umass amherst's writing program for fiction authors. it is one of the the top 5 programs in the country.

wait are you seriously considering actually attending that? dumbfounded, you turned completely towards me in your seat. for the 3rd time in our relationship, you almost crashed the car. you actually want to be a writer?

the first time i went viral, it was for a poem i wrote about you:

he wants to say i love you but keeps it to goodnight because love will take some falling and she's afraid of heights.

every time i see that, i want to throw up. you weren't in love with me, you were in love with the control you had over me. a little truth though: i am afraid of heights. you caught a rabbitgirl and skinned her alive.

mahler's fifth still makes me sick.

give me that back. give me back music. give me back everything i had before you. give me back fearlessness. give me back bravery. give me back a scarless body.

give me back what you took from me.

[random-lil-illing]

i had a vision,,, asexual dps fans what do we think

[cold-boys-fandom-hub]

11 additional behind the scenes photos from Christos Lawton!

[destroyallhumans]

the most important knives out character detail is benoit blanc singing sondheim in his car during the first film, then revealing that benny and sondheim are best friends in the second film.

[sergle]

I like a lot of horror podcasts, but what about horror novels? does anypony have book recommendations for me that you really enjoyed / that were super scary

[miaoqing]

Okay dilf!bingge won't leave my head so imagine:

Shen Yuan moves to a new town and starts teaching at the local school. It's nice and all but.... why do 80% of the kids have the same surname? In every year?

Eventually Shen Yuan has to do parent-teacher meetings and Luo Bingge just camps outside his office all day. (he brings a thermos and all) The mothers change for every kid but Luo Bingge just. sits. there. the. whole. day. (To be fair, he is actually a very attentive father, asking questions and scolding the kids when needed. How does he even keep track of them?!) Still, Shen Yuan thinks he's going crazy. Isn't anyone going to acknowledge this? How can the vast majority of the kids at school have the same father?! How is everyone just... okay with this?! What the fuck is going on in this town!!

Eventually one of the Luo kids calls him "mom", as kids sometimes do, and that makes ALL the Luo kids call him mom. The actual mothers are furious.

Luo Bingge does Not want to deal with that. But... they can't complain if Shen Yuan actually is their mom, right? Shen Yuan just has to marry him and officially become their stepmommy, and then everyone will get off his back. Great success!

So, time to romance Shen Yuan. How hard can it be?

[leadandblood]

Staged Terror photos by Aidan Monaghan

I look at these and fall more and more in love what the hell >:(

[caffeinewitchcraft]

treating my catastrophizing like its cannon but i've isekai'd into a gothic horror story. Yes, everyone will die...in the original timeline. That Time I Got Reincarnated into a Tragedy But My Insane Cheat Powers Won't Let Anything Go Wrong: 24 Hours Until Happiness!

[quicksilverdaisyday]

pov you just killed your bassist

[chiropteracupola]

Patience and curiosity, as you learn about each other.

[stephen maturin, requested by @dxppercxdxver]

[enthyrea]

my truth is turning dr. strange into a nepali uncle