#and im watching a netflix documentary

[sillyas]

(Faceplants)

[skitskatdacat63]

Jenson Le Mans photo dump bcs I am unwilling to make a coherent post

[blueberrybeomgyu]

43 and 44 :> ALSO HI HII

OMG HI LIV HOW R U DOING THANK YOU

43: sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately SOOOOOOOOOOOOOBINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN so pretty genuinely so insanely prtty and beautiful his lips ugh so pouty i wanna put my fingers all up in that i want him under me so bad

43: a random fact about anything i create stage outfits for fun im obsessed w black holes i think dreamer is txt's second best song ever i was gonna do facts not about me but i forgot every space fact ive ever learned <3 but actually did you know that female brown bears have a lot of babies. like the only thing a lot of them do is have babies and raise them then let them go then repeat. they are literally creating and nourishing life. do u know what male brown bears do. eat and fight each other and have sex. so absolutely nothing i mean im sure maybe they do something worthwhile but if so idkw aht it is bc to me that dont really sound...

[cepheusgalaxy]

If I see Ayrton Senna stuff in front of me ONE MORE TIME—

[briarmae]

I don't think my GRANDPA wants to watch SENSE8 with me, Netflix! So yes, when I visit him, I WANT HIM TO HAVE HIS OWN PROFILE AND ALGORITHM. And it's none of your business!

[kailixvk]

I fucking love being autistic and I love being autistic and I love being autistic and i

[circusheart]

the second most beautiful thing in the world is sharing your streaming accounts with your friends. the most beautiful thing in the world is piracy

[aropride]

also i went to see missing today and i rlly liked it !!

[the-acid-pear]

Apparently my dad has been having to see my porn for up to 6 months now because our fucking google accounts got mixed up i guess and since i keep my porn in my google drive that shit has been showing up in his google memories and he had to see and i quote "un sumo en pija" (a sumo with his cock out) which honestly in light of the horrors really brightened my day. I offered to change the configuration but he made it very clear that even so, he still had to see a sumo's cock.

[cbts004]

is all the writing in your art handwritten, or do you have a custom font?

how did you study lettering?

Handwritten! The way I’ve studied fonts is by trying my best to observe the unique lettering that is all around us daily. One thing that really got me to pay attention more was an episode of Netflix’s documentary series Abstract with Johnathan Hoefler (season 2, ep 6). It’s been years since I watched it so I don’t remember it all that well but I found the amount of attention he put into lettering interesting, and I found myself noticing it more. He points things out like what kind of a difference serif makes, or the proportion of the letters, as well as some of the unique ways certain letters can be written in (like lowercase ‘a’). Could be a good primer to get the brain going.

Also playing with making my own lettering, a lot. The letters of the Roman alphabet have very simple forms, at most made up of about two or three strokes; they can be broken down into/ re-imagined w interesting shapes. Sometimes when im bored i will write random phrases that stick out in my mind (can be something someone said, or that I came up with, or just a cool word) and ill entertain myself by coming up with ways to write it in an interesting way.

There’s lots of typeface or calligraphy reference books out there that are worth looking into for reference. Same w font websites.

It’s just a fun way for me to draw if I’m stuck on what I want to draw. I’ll hear something or think up a stupid phrase and can just write that instead of trying to come up with an interesting subject.

[uhzuku]

im in love with your shounya fics,, please write more in this au!

𝐂𝐖 ‼️ | hybrids, hybrid au, no quirks, cat hybrid aizawa, mentions of the bite incident, mentions of shouta’s trauma, mentions of nemuri hizashi and oboro, shouta gets a nap.

Two months. It had been two entire months since you’d brought him home, and honestly Shouta didn’t know what was wrong with you. He knew he wasn’t like the other hybrids up for adoption, he knew that was why the shelter staff never really presented him to humans looking to add a hybrid to their family, and you keeping him for so long when he wouldn’t even let you touch him was astonishing — and after he’d bitten you just over a month ago? Something had to be wrong with you. 

Why did you even want him if he was doing nothing but eat your food and leave hair everywhere?

He lays idly on the couch in his favorite spot, his thick tail flicking back and forth as some narrator of a nature documentary about bullet ants drones away on the television. You’re in the kitchen, cooking something, and every now and again his ears flick when you make an odd noise. Shouta knows that your hand still hurts on the inside from the bite, even though the outside was healed, but you’d insisted on making him dinner like always, and he feels as though he has no right to argue if it is what you wanted when he’s the reason you’d have to argue for it in the first place. 

The chicken you’re grilling smells amazing, the spices and seasoning making his nose tingle, and he relaxes fully into the couch without realizing it as you begin to hum softly. The smoky curls of sleep beckon at the edges of his vision, and after a moment he dozes off a little, the twitches in his tail stilling completely. It’s warm here, and it’s comfortable — more warm and comfortable than he’s ever been anywhere else. So far you've proven to be safe and kind, and despite the bite you’ve trusted him to be around you as you slept on the couch, so would you really hurt him if he did the same?

It was a big step, if he were honest, but he had nothing to lose at this point, and he could always hide in his room if he really needed to if he woke up badly. 

A half hour passes with him dozing, nothing more than a sleeping puddle on the couch. The narrator continues his spiel, and Shouta remains unbothered in his sleep, mumbling occasionally when the sounds of your humming reaches his ears. His tail curls slightly in agitation when he drowsily wakes up after the phone rings loudly, then loosens when you answer and the soothing sound of your voice speaking urges him back down. Faintly he registers you speaking to Toshinori ( Yagi? Yagi. ), but it’s no business of his, so he allows the greedy call of sleep to swallow him up again. 

It’s another fifteen minutes before the sound of your voice rouses him from his very comfortable nap, and he blinks awake to the sight of you on his left side, a plate of food in your hands that smells amazing. He sits up quickly, taking the plate with a quiet thank you, and waits for you to return to sit with him; the two of you had been eating in the living room a little more than you used to these days, but Shouta didn’t mind it. 

“Good nap?” you ask softly before taking a bite of rice, and he nods. 

“Yes. Comfortable,” the two words come out a low grunt, and he sees you smile before ducking his head to hide his face behind his curtain of black hair. The two of you eat in a silence as equally comfortable as the cushions on the couch before Shouta takes the plates back to the kitchen and washes them, then returns to the couch again. The lights are off now, and you’ve pulled a blanket down and gotten cozy while flipping through Netflix, likely searching for either one of the true crime documentaries both of you enjoyed or a new movie to watch. Shouta takes his place at the other end of the couch, sitting on one hip and draping his knees up against his chest ever so slightly, his tail flicking back and forth before he cautiously tucks his cold feet under the end of your blanket. 

Slowly but surely he worms them lower and lower, easing further under it before freezing upon coming in contact with your warm skin. His eye flashes up to look at yours, but they’re unwaveringly gazing at the TV, almost fakely so. Swallowing hard, he doesn’t withdraw, and he tries to calm his harshly pounding heart. 

You wouldn’t hit him. You wouldn’t be mad that he was touching you. You didn’t mind it. 

His heart calms after a moment, and he takes deep breaths quietly, breathing out through his nose and focusing on the TV like you were. This was… nice. Human contact without threat of punishment.To outsiders, it wouldn’t be a big first step, but with how relaxed Shouta felt despite the two of you touching where he couldn’t see? This was everything. 

He wondered if he could get you to rub his ears, or brush his hair. That would be even better. The last time someone other than himself had groomed him, it had been Nemuri and Hizashi in the fight kennels after a huge dog hybrid had ripped Oboro apart during a two versus two fight they’d been in the ring for and Shouta had killed the mutt; blood had matted his hair, the dog’s and Oboro’s, and it had taken hours of work with Nemuri at his head and Hizashi on his tail that they’d been silent throughout before curling up together in a corner to sleep. A week later the police had burst in, and the three of them had been thrown into the shelter you had brought him out of. Nemuri and Hizashi had been adopted quickly, Nemuri by a large blonde man and Hizashi by someone he’d never gotten to see, and he’d not seen them since — not in the four years he’d been there. A stabbing pain courses through his chest. 

He misses them. 

He shakes himself a little. He didn’t have time to miss family that he’d never see again; he had you to think of now. He pauses, a jolt rushing through him. 

You?

He glances over at you, noticing that you’ve dozed off against the arm of the couch, and something warm and welcome settles into his chest in place of the pain he’d felt over Nemuri and Hizashi. Yes. You.

And suddenly everything starts to click into place, and Shouta can’t help but feel like everything will be fine for him now. No more kennels, no more beatings, no more nights without food. 

Just you, him, and the big, comfy couch. 

[prttgrl-jad3]

soooo currently hyper fixated on the menendez brothers case after “monsters” and suddenly im watching anything i can find on them as well as the menudo boy band :( poor things :( and yes ik ryan murphy made monster pretty inaccurately so i also watched the new documentary on netflix and AHHHHHHHHHHHH (also if you have anything on the case i can watch PLS PLS PLS lmk!!!!)

side note: nicholas alexander chavez and cooper koch… the men that yall are 🥹 theyre so handsome/pretty im… 🥹!!!!! and nicholas in grotesquerie?????? that man is something else!!!!!!!

[madlittlecriminal]

Sweet Tooth ☾ Steven Grant × Female!Reader

Request: yes! from @bubblegumfanfics - Totally require a Steven Grant fix where the reader is a hella good baker and Steven loves her little treats. She tries confessing to him by making him chocolates and all of the things he loves but he isn’t getting a picture. One day the reader turns up at his place with chocolates and freshly baked snacks for a movie night and as they’re doing that Steven just goes like “You know I’m in love with you, right?”

Warnings: if you have a sugar craving or crave something as soon as you read it, i apologize. trust me, im craving sweets now & i don’t have much of a sweet tooth. also, if you don’t like Peacock, im sorry :,) I’ve been watching a lot of stuff on there recently & it’s free unless you don’t want ads so naturally, my broke self loves it & im tired of Netflix rn 💀

Another day, another batch of left overs from the treats you made for your bakery. Usually, you would save them for the next day, but since it was Friday, you decided you’d take them home to try new recipes you found in cookbooks and on YouTube. Fridays were also one of the days in the week where you get to see Steven Grant; your favorite customer and the man you had a crush on. He’s always been so nice to you and, although sometimes shy and awkward, made decent conversation with you. You probably wouldn’t admit it to his face, but you absolutely loved it when he rambled about Egypt and different historic items as well as their Gods and Goddesses.

Not only did you know of his love for all things Egyptian, you also knew of his love for sweets, especially when it comes to chocolate, so each time he came in, you’d always add some form of romance to his goodies, but he never noticed. Today was different though as you both had a tradition to go to his house to watch a movie every other Friday.

You finished cleaning your bakery before packing some brownies, some homemade chocolate bars, chocolate chip cookies, some macarons and a few slices of cakes of different flavors. You locked up the bakery before making your way to Steven’s apartment, debating whether or not you would tell him before or after the movie since you wanted to get it over with.

When you got to his, he invited you in and helped you put the goods in the fridge as well as stealing a brownie from the container you brought them in. “So, what are we watching? A comedy? A documentary? Sci-fi?” He let out a nervous chuckle. “A romance actually.” You raised an eyebrow at his words. “Steven Grant watching a romance? That’s something I never thought I would witness.”

��Well, I do hope you don’t mind.” You shook your head before grabbing a chocolate bar from the fridge and sat on his couch. “No, it’s fine. I’m just surprised is all.” He sat next to you before scrolling through the romance section on Peacock. The silence was a bit awkward as the only sounds sound you heard was the occasional crunch of the chocolate bar as well as the the sips of water Steven took.

Suddenly the scrolling stopped and you looked over at Steven who was looking at you. “Do I have chocolate on my face?” You grabbed a napkin before wiping your mouth and he chuckled. “No, it’s nothing of the sort. I just feel like I have to tell you something, but I have no idea how you’ll take it.” You nibble on your chocolate bar, waiting patiently for him to continue. “How long have we known each other (Y/N)?” You took a sip of your water before saying, “I think it’s been almost two years now…?”

“Well, I think I’ll take this risk,” you looked into his dark brown eyes, searching for any hint of what he was going to do or say, but he hid it well, it was scary. “You know I’m in love with you, right?” At his confession, you choked on your own saliva, causing him to panic and quickly give you your water. After you downed it, he began apologizing. “I didn’t know you would react this way. I’m so sorry!” You shook your head and rested your hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Steven. I didn’t know though because every time I’ve tried to tell you, you never noticed.” He became shocked at your words.

“Since when?!” You laughed before pointing out all the little things you did for him that had hints of you liking him. “Since you never noticed, I didn’t think you felt the same way.” He leaned over and kissed your cheek, causing them to warm up. “Now you know that I do and I’m sorry for being oblivious to your attempts, love.” You rested your head on his shoulder and smiled. “That’s okay, Steven. I love you too.”

~~~~~

requests are open! feel free to look through my masterlists in case you want to request someone that isn’t the moon boys! :)

[itneverendshere]

im watching the new netflix ocean documentary series’s with my man, currently in ep2, so i’ll reply to the feedback tomorrow when i can 🥹💓 thank you so much for reading lyayw!!!

[missgavi]

im sick atm and the only thing i can think of is gavi taking care of his sick girlfriend plss he would be so cute also i just watched a documentary on gavi and his dad started talking about how caring and affectionate gavi is 😭🥺

EVERYONE GO WATCH SCHUMACHER ON NETFLIX NOW 🔫

"Need anything else ?" Gavi asks while tucking the blanket tighter around you. You somehow managed to catch a cold and were taking a few days of school to get better. As soon as Pablo finished practice he came straight home to nurse you. Well, almost straight home. He dragged Pedri all around town to gather medicine from pharmacies, flowers from flower shops, sweets from the supermarket, and even a cute penguin plushie you could snuggle up to while sick. "What I need is for you to sit down and relax, I'm fine baby. It's just a cold" you laughed but the boy simply ignored your words. Turning on Netflix he searched for the documentary Schumacher. "Was talking to papa yesterday. He said it's really good. Want to watch it eh ?" he asked, knowing you enjoyed formula one. Perking up, you excitedly nodded making the boy smile. Putting on the movie, he came on the couch next to you and cuddled up next to your body. You tried pulling away from him but he had a steel grip on you. "Bebe, I don't want to get you sick" you whined but the boy once again ignored you, kissing the top of your head. "Shut up"

[orpheuslament]

im watching this netflix documentary about the queer nightlife in berlin before / during the rise of nazism & im already in shambles oh god