#because what the fuck is this

[delopsia]

Do not think about Rhett Abbott...

Word Count: 1,400 Warnings & Notes: I hope you're not allergic to pure fluff and ramblings :)

Whatever you do, do NOT think about Rhett Abbott shamelessly wrapping himself around you and snuggling you when you're cold. Uncaring of who is watching or how much Perry feigns disgust because there ain't no way he's going to let you be cold, not when he's practically a walking furnace.

Do not think about waking up to rocks hitting your window and looking outside to see Rhett smiling and waving at you because he wants, needs to spend every once of his free time by your side. Even if that means having to learn to quietly climb through windows and speak only in hushed whispers.

Do not think about complimenting him when he's upset and watching a smile fight its way across his face. Wanting to stay upset, but his smile only grows bigger the more he fights it, and his cheeks keep turning pinker and pinker.

Do not think about taking Rhett to the beach for the first time. Watching his eyes light up as he takes it all in before grabbing your hand and just about dragging you into the water with him. He learns that he fucking hates seagulls and you both get sunburned from how much time you spent outside, but it's the best spring break you've ever had.

Do not think about walking into a store by yourself and finding out that Rhett is there as well. How when he looks over and realizes you're there, his eyes light up, and he completely forgets what he's doing.

Do not think about mulling about the house in pure silence; each focused on your respective tasks. You catch yourself looking at Rhett with the smallest smile, and Rhett starts laughing because you've wound up so lost in him that you didn't hear him ask what you were looking at.

Do not think about watching him open his wallet and realizing that he's got a picture of you tucked inside. It's stained and bent, the edges torn to tatters from how much he pulls it out.

Do not think about Rhett chasing you around the house while you're both in your socks. Sliding around on the hardwood floors, laughing until your cheeks hurt and your sides burn because you've just stolen the last cookie out of the jar, and Rhett cannot let such a crime slide. He catches you in a big bear hug and gives you the cookie back after you forfeit.

Do not think about inviting him to take a bubble bath with you and him having a wild realization that he hasn't had a bubble bath since he was six. He hesitantly slides down into the bath behind you, unsure of all this, until he's got his chin hooked over your shoulder, bouncing his hand overtop the bubbles because it feels funny.

Do not think about how he always manages to find you when you're at your worst, kissing your cheek and promising that even if he can't make whatever is bugging you go away, he'll never let you suffer through it alone.

Do not think about Rhett relearning to play the guitar because he wants to play your favorite songs for you. He's not the best at it, and he struggles on some, but your heart jumps with excitement every time you hear him start playing.

Do not think about Rhett, who used to hate reading books, sitting down to read all of your favorites because he wants to understand all these stories you talk about. Then all of a sudden, you can't get him to go to bed, "just one more chapter!" and you spend too many nights laying in bed talking about what he just read.

Do not think about him coming home just minutes after he's left for work, swearing under his breath because he just realized that he didn't get his goodbye kiss from you, and he can't have a good day without one.

Do not think about falling asleep on the couch and Rhett shushing anyone who makes too much noise. More often than not, you wake up with his jacket tucked over you like a blanket, even if that means he'll be cold without it.

Do not think about watching Rhett take on someone twice his size at a bar because they wouldn't take no for an answer. He winds up with a hell of a black eye and a busted lip, but he comes out on top.

Do not think about patching him up after. How he hisses when you clean his cuts and insists that you really don't need to be doing this for him. But you do it anyway, and he offers you a million thank-you kisses.

Do not think about how even when you're by yourself, you feel protected because nobody is willing to mess with the Abbott boy's significant other.

Do not think about buying your first house together; it took Rhett leaving Wabang and getting a job that pays better to do it, but as long as he gets to come home to you for the rest of his life, he's the happiest man on Earth.

Do not think about him bringing his beloved horse along when you move; she was a birthday gift when he turned eighteen, and he wouldn't dare leave her behind. Her name is Isabella, she knows how to unlock her stall door, and she's got a nice little spot at the ranch Rhett works on. Sometimes you find Rhett knocked out in the pasture, with her standing next to him. 

Do not think about Rhett finding his mom's old polaroid camera and deciding to fill an entire binder with pictures of you, him, and all the things you do. There are little notes attached to each one, what you were doing, when, and leaving stars on his favorites.

Do not think about Rhett finding out that you've always dreamed of being kissed in the pouring rain. The next time it rains, it's late at night, but he drags himself out of the house, knocks on your door, and pulls you out into the front yard to kiss you until you're breathless and shivering from the cold. He gets sick, but he'd do it all over again.

Do not think about Rhett dancing with you in the kitchen late one night; he's horrible at it and can barely keep from tripping over your feet, but he spins you around like it's all he's ever known how to do.

Do not think about him slipping and falling to the floor because he wasn't looking where your foot wound up after he spun you. Your laughter dies into stunned silence when he settles onto one knee and produces a dainty little ring, and asks you to marry him.

Do not think about how his eyes water, and he has to blink back his tears when you walk down that aisle because even now, he cannot get over the fact that you're his.

Do not think about how shy he initially is when it comes to being naked around you because he's not as confident as he presents himself to be. How he blushes so hard that his ears turn red when you tell him that he's perfect the way he is, scars and all. 

Do not think about him catching the house mouse that's been plaguing you for weeks on end, using nothing but a cup and a piece of cardboard. He carries the little fella a few miles down the road and lets him free because he doesn't want to kill it just for trying to survive.

Do not think about Rhett falling asleep with his head on your chest, sleepily telling you that it's his favorite place because he gets to listen to your heartbeat. He fits on top of you so perfectly, heavy but not too much so, and always manages to pepper your face in a million tiny kisses when he wakes up from his nap. 

Do not think about Rhett calling you late one night; he's gone back home to visit family for a few days, but now he's upset because he can't sleep without his sweetheart cuddling up next to him. You go to sleep while still on the phone, and he comes home a day early just because.

Do not think about him coming home with a cardboard box full of kittens that he found on the side of the road. You wind up keeping one, and he's the only cat you've ever seen scream at the top of its lungs the way it does.

Do not think about pulling on one of his flannels and going about your daily business and how he gets that goofy grin when he sees you in it. He always says you look so perfect in his clothes, and if he could have it his way, you would never wear any of your own clothes. 

Do not think about how he chuckles when you tell him that you've intentionally gotten a hoodie that's his size because you want him to be able to wear your clothes too, and when he's lonely, he goes and snuggles up in that hoodie because it smells like you. 

Whatever you do, do not think about it.

[dumbdolphin333]

Actually what the fuck is wrong with Spotify. Why is it putting random songs in albums. Why can’t I listen TO ONE SONG WITHOUT IT SHUFFLING IT. I actually fucking hate this

[bookwyrminspiration]

college websites and student accounts are hostile to human life

[trashy-greyjoy]

really love dynamics that are like 'it honestly doesn't matter if you view them as romantic or platonic, the point is that they love each other. the type of love is inconsequential, all that matters is that it's there'. gotta be one of my favorite genders.

[tuttle-did-it]

David Tennant for Prime Minister, please.

edit- Since this is getting so much attention, edited to include descriptions of screenshots.

This woman has lost her fucking mind.

Jo, are you okay?

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[lovewithoutresin]

do yall understand that im being aggressed on here by a podcast voice actress

[normal-thoughts-official]

donated 50 reais to a palestinian GFM today

it amounted to 8 dollars

several days' worth of expenses for me became a single digit donation for them. barely enough for a blanket. just like that

it really sucks to know that my money is inherently less helpful no matter how much it'd pay for me, and there's nothing i can do

[ardri-na-bpiteog]

Also increasingly aware that a LOT of people "manage" getting through the 40+ hour work week by sleeping less than is healthy and relying on stimulants like coffee and energy drinks to keep them going.

For people who are unwilling or unable to do this...work really does just dominate your life. Like we really should not have to rely on unhealthy practices just to have a social life or keep on top of housework or whatever.

I know I post about this a lot but I'm so TIRED all the time and it's just so depressing that this is how we're expected to spend the one life we have.

[thatrandomblogsays]

Annabeth: I, a child, had to earn Thalia’s love, that’s how the world works! I have to earn my moms love. Love is transactional, you gotta be worthy of it first silly :)

Percy, listening to this on the train

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[gayshitanddadjokes]

What the fuck is this??????????

Folks: you CANNOT censor trigger tags. When you block a tag, it doesn't block other "spellings" of it. Writing it as "r@pe" or "r4p3" means that someone who has "tw rape" as a blocked tag will still see that post because you didn't wanna say the word rape. You are hurting people. Do not censor words, because people do not have those filtered out.

And honestly if you can't even write the word rape to protect other people then you probably aren't old/mature enough to discuss the topic.

[captainkirkk]

Concept: Peter actually got bitten by a totally normal spider. It's just a coincidence that his mutant powers were awakened around the same time

[artkaninchenbau]

A h-heartfelt reunion..?

Bonus

[valtsv]

are we still doing this because i have a late submission