#and it happened like four days ago

[kazieka]

i think the sexiest sexyman thing that Cecil Gershwin Palmer ever did was when a religious extremist tried to evangelize on his community radio program so Cecil asked “hey what’s your favorite kind of weather” and played the weather over the rest of his statement

[deadscell]

[napping-sapphic]

*dreamy sigh* i am once again thinking about butch women

[they-didnt-last]

anyone interested in talking about the iconic 2000's middle-grade-bordering-on-ya book series gallagher girls??

[disposal-blueeee]

doodles

edgar vargas and squee by johnen vasquez

scriabin by zarla-s

[whumpy-wyrms]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BASIL!!!!! 🎂🎉🐹🎊🍕

i could not decide on a background color so here’s some alts + a basil closeup :3

[duskholland]

entering my lover era.

[stahl-tier]

honestly the funniest part of the Yearly Railboy Update™️was that they had to warn us about a particular diesel locomotive that (due to a corrupt data entry in its maintenance log book) has been crashing the yard logistics software we use for months now.

basically they said that if you see this particular loco pop up on the arrivals list, immediately switch the program over to manual import (instead of the automatic, time-based import of the vehicles), or it will start duplicating itself in your vehicle "inbox" until it takes down the entire yard's system. if it's already in your inbox, switch to manual import and delete it immediately...

[flippedorbit]

so i wear a specific glove for when i’m making a sketch for painting because i don’t want graphite all over the side of my hand and it doesn’t smudge it as much, but uh, might be time to find new gloves for the job

[bright-and-burning]

sigh. they have bewitched me with their “practically built for magical realism aus” ways. have 500 words of nonsense that will become a real fic Eventually

When they bring out the bring out the little microphone and the camera for the video, Lando has to shove down the groan that threatens to escape. He’s been nursing a mid-level headache for an hour now, having accidentally bumped into Oscar on their way into the motor home, the lightning-fast wave of happy—hungry-for-more—exhausted flashing into shock—too-much—pain, and then into horrible emptiness when they’d both flinched away.

From the poorly hidden grimace on Oscar’s face, he’s in the same boat, head pounding, just as apprehensive of the tiny mic. Another touch, skin-to-skin at that, and Lando’s gonna be throwing up protein shake and champagne on camera. The last time they’d touched bare-handed, it was Lando’s fault. He’d forgotten, shoved his way into Oscar’s space just because he wanted to, no thought given to silly things like wild bonds or consequences, and was rewarded with a splitting headache and a very muddled memory of the sheer force of the fondness Oscar was feeling before everything twisted into suffering. Oscar had thrown up, then. Lando hadn’t, but only barely; shoving two people’s feelings into a space only meant for one along a bond that by any logic shouldn’t actually exist, well. It’s been unpleasant, to say the least. Even if they’ve been getting better at carefully dipping and dodging around each other. The less they speak of the nightmare that’s been filming for social media, the better. Lando takes the mic from Zak, fingers briefly touching, and feels absolutely nothing that isn’t already going on inside his own head. He lets his mouth run. Media training can take the wheel on this one; he’s got bigger things to focus on, like not exploding the brains of McLaren’s entire fucking driver lineup in one go. Andrea would not be very happy with him for that. Lando finishes rambling. “To everyone that was cheering us on and celebrating this with me, thank you very much, and I’ll hand over to Osc.” He holds the mic out, pinching it between two fingers so as much plastic casing is available to grab as possible. Oscar takes it, careful but smooth, pinkie finger slightly raised to avoid accidental contact, and Lando lets go. “To Osc,” Oscar repeats, relief obvious in his smile. He takes a deep breath and starts his own rambling debrief. Lando tunes out, just a little, relieved and exhausted and still battling that freaking headache. He’s nodding along mindlessly to Oscar’s thanks when another shock wave hits. Lando panics for a split-second, flinches hard and runs through the last few moments, wracking his brain for how he could’ve possibly touched Oscar with the careful distance they’d both put between them, and realizes Zak's dumped a bottle over his head. The cold shock of the champagne on his scalp and down his body had felt eerily familiar, too close to the feeling of touching Oscar and blowing out their bond. Lando pastes on a smile and lets Oscar handle the outro, ready to pop some paracetamol and get the fuck out of this minefield of a debrief video.

[water-weaving]

ok yeah i think i might be entering the critical Autumn Madness period actually

[stories-by-rie]

how to feel excited about my own projects again

[seaofreverie]

Starting a challenge tomorrow where I listen to one TMBG album a day chronologically until my epic journey starts

[seonghwasblr]

SVT coming to Europe for the first time ever in 9 years (not counting Gastonbury, cause that was sold out a year before they were announced, so carats didn't get a chance to go) and it's not even going to be ot13 should be a crime.. AND IT'S BECAUSE OF A SCHEDULE?!

[kyouka-supremacy]

(´･ᴗ･ ` )

[vampyroteuthid]

i went into a chase bank today to see if i could close my account because i am tired of getting charged $12/month for being broke and unemployed and while the banker was trying to convince me not to do this she was like "i just love us so i don't like seeing people leave us" and like first of all maybe try cutting out the bullshit fees then and also refunding me but second whoooooo shills for jp morgan chase like that. "i just love us" ??????????? girl i know they are not paying you enough to act like that. she also tried to get me to get a credit card but i declined. and then immediately walked across the street to a local bank to ask them about getting a credit card.