#gonna graduate today

[kitteecafe]

been thinking about blaze

[unhappy-sometimes]

bowling doodles

next thing you know, he’s got a custom jersey and ball, a shelf of bowling trophies, and is on a local team.

i know that loid is supposed to be good at everything, but just once i’d like to see him pathetically fail at something despite his earnest efforts. every time i go bowling i am consistently surprised at how difficult it is.

[blueskittlesart]

oh shit i turn 22 in like 5 days

[fluent-in-lesbianism]

I went to see my aunt today and she told me how my uncle saw a picture of his childhood best friend on a crime show earlier and apparently "Ritchie" (the friend) killed people in California

But bc I'm used to southern folk exaggeration stories I didn't think much of it until she said "the show said Ritchie started worshiping Satan in California" and THAT caught my attention, so I asked her for the friend's real name so I could look him up and calm as a fucking cucumber she goes, "Richard Ramirez... Do you know him?"

[vingler-mirror]

AU where Kakania doesn't drop out of college and gets an actual license, Isolde gets the treatment she needs with a good and legit psychiatrist (not Kakania), Heinrich doesn't join a cult, Elbert doesn't lose his arm, and Theophil doesn't set himself on fire with his paintings:

Then everyone dies because of world war. But at least they're happy

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

the mice are offering you a slice of cake….

do you accept their tribute

[fairytalearista]

I saw a post that resonated with me the other day, and I'm now wondering if my experience is more universal than I realized. So, would you mind answering the following:

And, by "experience anxiety" I mean disordered anxiety, where your nervous system will go into disproportionate panic modes on a semi-regular basis. Bonus points if you have been diagnosed by a professional, but it's not necessary.

I also pulled out "trained in handling crises" as a separate options, because I'm more interested in natural tendencies here. You are welcome to ignore those options if you want to think of crises you are NOT trained to handle.

Please reblog to increase sample size, please

[fuckyeah-bears]

whhhhyyyyyyyyy is everything sooooo motherfucking expensive????? don’t they know I can’t afford all this shit???

[mermen]

did soldering for the first time today ^_^ i'm working with delicate circuit parts but i think by the 7th resistor i've mostly got the technique down

[lion-buddy]

it seems I will never beat the itty bitty allegations 😔

[axel-tiredstudent]

sent THREE super long / important assignments due next week today maybe spending days inside working on them was worth it

[lupismaris]

We have begun our new year in the most on brand way possible - locking our keys in the goddamn truck whilst grabbing Dunkin

[tartrat]

I’m so sorry for this but its all I’ve been able to think about since the Move your body preview released

Todo De Ti didn’t stay a beta for like three years for this. Not sure if anyone else has thought of this so i’m deeply sorry if i am the first to think this. If I’m not then I’m sorry for furthering this thought.

[wow-an-unfunny-joke]

The time Dazai spent in the mafia is the same amount of time most kids spend in highschool and k can’t stop thinking about it

[alphabetcompletionist]

summa cum laude? i make sum mamas cum laude all the time

A CDE HI KLM STU

12/26

[timechange]

MCFLY JULY ‘24 — jennifer’s porch swing.

MAY 16, 1989

He’s still not sure this is actually happening.

If he stops to think about it, focuses too hard on the wrong thing, it might turn out to be a dream.

Jennifer is tucked into his side, her head on his shoulder, as he pushes them gently back and forth with his foot. The old porch swing creaks and the chain rattles. It’s the same as always, as familiar as breathing, but tonight, everything’s changed.

And they’re the only ones who know.

Marty kisses the top of her head, smiling.

“So, the future Mrs. Parker-McFly,” he begins, and she giggles.

“Yes, the future Mr. Parker-McFly?” she replies. God, the sound of that!

“…We got our whole life in front of us,” he continues. The album comes out in July and by this time next year they’ll each have degrees; real, actual college degrees. Somewhere further down the line, they’ll have kids and a place of their own and it’ll be so, so good. “How d’you think it’ll go?”

“We’ll graduate, get married,” Jennifer hums, with a dreamy sigh. “And once the album’s out, you’ll be so sick of hearing your songs on the radio all the time. But I won’t be.”

“You think so?” Marty teases. “Even after all the rehearsals?”

“Even then,” she reassures. “I’ll start writing. Maybe someday I’ll get a job as editor-in-chief.”

“There’s no maybe about it, Jen.” He squeezes her shoulder. “You’re gonna be great. You’ll win a Murrow Award and we’ll frame every article you write.”

“But you know something?” Jennifer asks. “Even if none of that happens, I’ll be happy if we just have one thing.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

She pulls away from him then, taking his hands in hers— he’s gonna have to get used to the feeling of the ring around her finger— and searches his face.

“I wanna be sitting on our front porch with you sixty years from now, still holding your hand, and just as in love as we are now.”

Marty leans forward so their foreheads are touching, tracing the back of her hands with his thumbs.

“I want that too,” he agrees, “more than anything.”