#but don’t cross the street!!!

[heartsoftruth]

Gary the Groundhog, unbothered, eating his grass as Lewis zooms pass with his DRS wide open | 08.06.24

[kay-selfships]

you can’t kill me, i have anime boys in my phone that need me

[julesart04]

[lemonynuggets]

being fictionkin can be so stupid sometimes. Yeah I don’t eat this food bc this fictional character that happens to be me went through horrors that had to do with this food but now I gotta make up an excuse to explain why I don’t eat it when people ask me about it.

[annoyingcat413]

I have decided that mob is the best anime protagonist of all time

[honeybee-taskforce]

Kicking us off this week (and at midnight lol) cause I am training a new hire tomorrow and will NOT have time to post later cause I also have a date :d

TK needs to get out of the house, right now, or things are going to turn south. He’s been sitting in his room trying to journal for the first time since his therapist recommended it two weeks ago. It’s not going well. Staring at the page, willing the words to just appear and settle the issues in his head without actually writing them down, and all he can hear are his thoughts racing with no clear destination.

He tosses the journal and pen to the side of his bed, stretching his legs and rubbing his hands over his face, groaning in frustration. He knows he should try the exercise so that he can start the long process of getting back to being normal. The ideal son. Someone his parents don’t have to be scared of, or tiptoe around, worried that he’ll fly off the handle. End up in a bar or worse, especially worse.

Sitting on the riverside with his dad and talking about his cheating boyfriend had been a new low for TK Strand. Which is surprising given how many times he’s let his parents down. The difference is that this time he wasn’t the one who let go of the snowball that escalated into an avalanche. He was just a bystander skier who was trying to enjoy themselves, before being caught up in the landslide of snow and cold.

He swings his legs over the bed and grabs the red hoodie that hangs on the back of his bedroom door. Popping his earbuds in and trying to find a playlist when he hears his name being called from the kitchen.

His dad stands there, leaning against the counter and facing towards the backyard. Probably lost in thought and brought back to reality by the sound of his son’s shuffling around, if TK had to guess. Tomorrow is a big day for both of them so he wouldn’t be surprised if he was fighting his own battles right now.

He’s got some Halestorm song playing and sees Owen mouthing something to him, but he just bumps up the volume a little more.

“I’m going for a run. Be back in half an hour.” He holds up the phone in his hand and waits at the bottom of the stairs. He isn’t asking permission but it still feels necessary to wait. He doesn’t need his dad calling emergency services or summoning a search party, not tonight.

Owen squints slightly and looks like he wants to say something, but it’s lost in a breath and he just nods.

TK has his feet toed into his shoes and is taking off down the road within seconds.

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[jellyjamheadobb]

Fucking listen to this. My friends and I. We playin Two Truths And A Lie. This was my fucking thrn

1 ”imagine being attracted to an old man twice/three times your age. Couldn’t be me”

2 “Imagine having been hit by a car twice in one week and being completely fine. Couldn’t be me”

3 “Imagine losing your virginity to a friend and then (casually) never talking about it. Couldn’t be me”

literally all four of my friends bro

friend 1: “1. You look like you’d fuck an old man”

friend 2: “yeah, 1”

friend 3 + 4: “old man fucker”

friend 2: “didn’t you say in 10th grade how you’d go down on our Economy teacher?”

they didn’t even fucking flinch. I got shot with a double barrel gun and then thrown in the pool of fire by them. Inconsolable. Fucking destroyed. I am. losing my shit. Sticks and stones can break my bones but fuck. Those words hurt me more.

[witchern]

“the worst time of year to be traveling in the city is new year’s/thanksgiving” WRONG. the worst time of year to be traveling in the city is when the fucking UN general assembly descends.

[emmcfrxst]

oh btw someone deliberately tried to hit me with their car earlier lol

[writhe]

just had the most terrifying experience of being followed

[callixton]

you know for a long time i thought the whole train motif going on in my dreams was cool but i’m starting to get sick of it. literally every single time

[uwugenides]

anyways, venting in the tags cause what else

[youremyonlyhope]

I legit just walked past a StarKid just blocks away from my house.

[anxietyrobot]

“the cut tbob page shows that bills tragic backstory was made up!”

which cut tbob page? the one where it explicitly says that his home dimension was destroyed bc he felt stifled by constantly being limited when he knew there was more to life? that ends with flat out saying his home dimension was destroyed in fire? that tbob page? 🤨

[jamietarttsnorthernattitude]

I personally read it as Jamie messing with Roy/ really hyping up the dick head persona, mainly because even in S1 when he was at his worst, outside of the team everyone we saw Jamie interact with he was perfectly polite (especially kids). But there is also a fair chance he was part of something, a bunch of drunken academy boys on a flight, but I doubt he did anything by himself

Yes, I agree! I just love Phil Dunster’s delivery here that it makes me laugh every time and then I’m like “wait what?” And 85 other things happen in the episode that I then forget.

[ambagelbraindump]

misc avery thoughts: once again thinking about casual physical affection,, like every time me and luci are in the same room inevitably we end up as an amalgamation of touch starved weirdos (affectionate)