#blithering on

[genderfreakxx]

[guy who already transitioned, watching I Saw the TV Glow]: fuck, I gotta transition

[container-of-apple-juice]

and why did Kishimoto make Naruto deep-throat those crows

[heartshapedfantasy]

Astonishingly harrowing experience to be as queer and strange looking as I am and walk into my moms work which looks-no joke- just like this

[persimnon]

[king-mera]

I hate hate hate Disney as a company but sadly I do love love love the AU where all the Disney villains live in a big mansion together.

[mayhasopinions]

the funniest concept of bloodweave as a ship for me is that astarion can flirt and seduce anyone, no sweat whatsoever, but when it comes to this big loser cat dad who reads encyclopedias for fun he fumbles so hard with him and he frequently trips on air when he tries to impress and flirt with this guy

[gods-perfect-idiots]

something something blood-soaked hands cradling your face something something

anyway here's the post btw

[generalelectionmusings]

I can picture the scene…

“Don’t you know who I am, I was Prime Minister, don’t ya know. This is preposterous”

[thegreenleavesofspringinsunlight]

I am once again trying to finish The Mummy. Why am trying to finish The Mummy. I don't even like this movie. And I just got jumpscared.

[alphamecha-mkii]

[genderfreakxx]

Aaayyye anyone else up bein horrified of what they once were

[container-of-apple-juice]

The Sasuke Classique playlist by Stinkbrat on Spotify slaps so much ass I’m loathe to even look for another Sasuke playlist cuz I KNOW it won’t be as based

[supersunsetnova]

[persimnon]

somehow made it this long without learning that steve nedoroscik wears the glasses all the time because he has strabismus and it’s making me a little emotional actually. another gymnast with the same eye problem as me and he’s out there winning medals and still getting a little nerdy with it. i need to queen out with this guy

[king-mera]

When the horror movie is more depressing than scary

[call-me-casual]

Dumb idea that just came to me:

“Scott, come back quickly PLEASE, I don’t like this!”

The blue-tinted hologram rolled his eyes a few hundred miles away.

“Alan, it’s okay, Dad’s just coming off the anaesthetic, everyone acts a little funny when they’re coming off that stuff!”

Alan grit his teeth, hunching as he lowered his voice to whisper.

“I know that, I’ve seen you and Gordon. But this is just…”

The astronaut dared a glance back toward the desk that was their father’s favourite reclaimed perch. Its chair’s swivel function was often left unused, but today Jeff Tracy seemed determined to make up for lost time with it, just like every other thing on earth he could get his hands on. The man swung his legs to create momentum as the chair spun like a mini tornado, his head thrown all the way back as he belted with a voice no one knew he still had.

“STTEEEEEEEVVEEE’S GOING TO LONDOOONNNNNN!! SSSHAWWWWWNNN’S STUCK IN A SUITTTTT!”

Alan looked back at Scott. Scott at Alan. All Ol’ Mr Dimples could offer was a sheepish smile.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can. Thunderbird One out.”

“Nononono DON’T LEAVE ME!” Alan lunged at the hologram as it blinked out, landing on the rug with a thump. Mr Jeff off-tormenting-the-fairies Tracy didn't seem to notice.

“TOM SLEEPS ON HIS BEST FRIEND’S LAWWWWN, LIKE EVERY OTHER AF’ERNOOOOOOOON!”

“Alan, where are- oh, hey kid.” Gordon squelched his way in, the towel on his shoulders doing little to quell the torrent pouring down him.

The blond looked over to their not-so-musically-inclined father.

“What’s up with dad?”

“Dad’s high on-“

“Dad’s high?!”

Before Alan could retort-

“STEEEEVEEE’S GOOOOIN’ TO LONDOOONN! DAN PEEED IN THE POOOOOL!”

Gordon’s face was one of sheer terror.

“WHO PEED IN THE POOL-“

“No one! No one’s pissed in the pool!” Alan waved his hand, still on the floor. His natural habitat.

“TOOMM FELL FOR HIS BEST FRIEND’S MA-“

Jeff’s spinning, which had began to slow, was suddenly brought back to Mach ten as he belted the chorus,

“-BUT WHAT THE HELL YOU GONNA DOOOOOO?”

“Alright you buffoon, back to bed.” The tinies had never been more glad to watch as their Grandma stomp on over and snatch their father’s wrist. The chair rolled along as Jeff sat limply within it, a dejected “awww” leaving him.

Alan dropped his head back down, joining last night’s movie night crumbs (thanks Gordon) on the rug. He felt dizzy just watching that.