#he really wanted to be in trainspotting

[toopimpabutterfly]

mouthwashing headcanons and important NOTE. Being mentally ill/experiencing trauma doesn't equal it's okay you do horrible things / be a horrible person. You got that?

TW for certain headcanons and subject matter.

Jimmy

-CSA survivor, lived in a low income household, unstable life growing up

-This leads him into trouble in his younger life before Pony Express, IE violent outbursts , theft, ect. He didn't commit any acts of SA till onboard (Seriously guys one of the games points is capitalism is horrible but they're not going to allow a convicted sexual deviant onboard, especially not without informing his crew+Curly knew Jimmy before)

-The trauma of his childhood left him as aggressive, having violent outbursts, and undiagnosed schizophrenia and BPD, turns into the psychosis he experiences during the events of the game

-Speaking of Curly he is aware though that Jimmy is not well mentally but tries to see the best in Jimmy, believes Jimmy is more than what he was on Earth and whatever happened in his childhood (this doesn't work out obviously)

-Tried to off himself in early life multiple times (the reason why he was quick to try and kill himself the first chance he got when caught, and in the end)

-The way he grew up leaves him to not eat a lot, mostly to drink liquids or things on the cheaper side/off brand, he sees most things as luxury's one must earn, but at the same time sees them as not helpful in his situation

-malnourished and has been since childhood and growing up but has a beer belly tbh

-Jimmy is jealous of Curly as he lived the ideal life he wanted, went to school, had connections, went to University, got a high paying job, ect. Jimmy sees this as unfair for all the suffering he went through growing up

-Also he's Mexican don't ask

-His favorite movies are the Matrix Trilogy (the others suck and that's just true) ,Mysterious Skin, The Talented Mr Ripley, and Akira

Curly

-Grew up upper middle class, met Jimmy in elementary school

-He tries to see the best in everybody, a true everyman, believes everyone can let go of their past/can be rehabilitated

-His favorite movies are Starship Troopers, Back To The Future, Alien II, and Avatar

-Used to watch those true crime YouTube videos growing up and always thought they deserved souch better

-Bro has WAYY too much empathy and sympathy

Anya

-Favorite moves are Girl Interrupted, Good Will Hunting, Jennifer's Body, and The Shape of Water

-Grew up lower middle income, wanted to further her career to help people back on Earth

-Didn't have the cash to go to a proper university though

-She has the best movie recommendations 100%

-Really good at boardgames

-The SA leaves her split, her mind slowly cracking more and more

-She feels a hate towards Jimmy and Curly, Jimmy for assaulting her, Curly for enabling it almost

-Obsession with cleanliness after the SA and up to her death

-Had violent outbursts on the ship in the last months of her death

Daisuke

-Youngest of the crew

-Wanted to make his family proud

-I feel like he's a middle child tbh

-Really loves racing simulators

-Favorite movies are Clerks, Jay and Silent Bob Rebooted, Cheech and Chong, Mallrats, Idiocracy, Adam Sandler movies, and Lords of Dogtown

-Skater backhome

-LOVES to hosts movie nights

-Comic nerd, he's a DCU forever, Dark horse branch his shit specifically

-Loves techno and rave music

-Draws short comics

Swansea

-Favorite movies are Django Unchained, Hellboy, No Country for Old Men, From Dusk Till Dawn, Kill Bill, ect. Huge Tarantino fan tbh

-Was in ROTC in highschool, ran that shit like the navy

-He watches requiem for a dream to remember his alcoholism isn't worth it, trainspotting too maybe.

-He loved to get handmade gifts over bought ones, letters, arts and crafts, drawings, ect

-Woodcarver

-Former Red Cross Worker/Salvation army worker tbh

[scotianostra]

Happy Birthday Scottish actor John (Hunter) Bell born 20th October 1997 in Paisley.

John got his first break in acting when he was eight years old through a Blue Peter competition to be in Doctor Who. He was a huge Doctor Who fan at the time and was doing drama classes, so when his parents heard about the competition, they entered him and he ended up winning. fellow Paisley actor David Tennant! And before anyone corrects me I know Tennant was born in Bathgate, but he moved to Paisley and was educated there!

Without that part in Doctor Who, John says he may not have pursued acting as a career. In fact, he nearly gave up on it altogether as a teenager.

In March 2008, he was the lead singing boy in a promotional trailer for the BBC 1 talent show ‘I’d Do Anything’, since then he has had some great acting roles, the most high profile must have been when he portrayed Bain, son of Bard the Bowman in two of the three epic Hobbit films. He also put in an appearance as Young Spud in T2 Trainspotting.

His TV work, for a 25 year old, is quite extensive, as well as Dr Who other shows have included Life of Riley, Tracey Beaker Returns, Hatfield & McCoys and Into the Badlands.

Of course young John is arguably most well known to the audience of the hit Starz show Outlander.

From season three onward he has been a recurring character, Jamie’s nephew, i.e “Young” Ian Murray, I enjoyed seeing him return to the fold, complete with Mohawk in the last season of the show.

In January 2022 John began his theatrical career in the a one-man show, The Night Larry Kramer Kissed Me at Wimbledons New Theatre. John commented at the time;

“It was an opportunity to play somebody gay, and I’d never done that before in my career, even though I am gay. On Outlander, I’m playing a straight character, a guy who’s very different to me, so it was nice".

Of the latest season of Outlander John says

'Young Ian’s journey up to this point through the whole season, we’re really arriving at him fully developed. He’s not so young anymore. He’s fallen in love with America, with this land of opportunity and endless possibilities. He’s a passionate, loyal person, and he gets that from his uncle and his aunt. So of course, he is in for a penny, in for a pound in this fight and wants to give it his all. It’s very exciting. We’re gonna get to see a lot of warrior Ian again..... '

[emily-in-crisis]

i'm watching t2 trainspotting and they really wanted us to believe that begbie was also a childhood friend of mark and simon. who was in their class in primary school. by using "oh he was just held back" as a reason for why he's so visibly older. held back....by ten years??

[beeeinyourbonnet]

I've only ever watched Robert Carlyle in ouat! What are your go to recs of other things he's been in?

Hope you're having a good day 💖💖💖

Oh man okay. I'm just gonna try to list everything I've seen (and please keep in mind that I haven't seen many of these things in forever):

-Hamish MacBeth: actually an amazing show, 100/10, so fucking good. I recommend watching at least the first ep or two with subtitles because the brogues are THICC xD -Formula 51/The 51st State: Second on the list bc I literally just finished rewatching it, it's actually a really great dark comedy action flick. Be warned, there are two scenes of excessive blood but it's otherwise not too violent. -California Solo: I remember this being very good and very sad. But he loves to play a SadBoi, so. -The World is Not Enough: In general, I don't love Bond movies, but this is a pretty fun romp. The plot is somewhat convoluted, but I love Renard???? He's just. Yes. SadBoi anarchist. -Dead Fish: Can I say this is a good movie? No I cannot. But it's so fucking fun. It's so bad. But Bobby is SO good in it. Like, every individual thing in this movie is good, but somehow they put it together and created a disaster??? It does some things that I find super narratively interesting and with some tweaking, it probably could have been an amazing movie. Maybe if Tarantino made it. But like. Danny Devine???? My love. My boy. Not a SadBoi, surprisingly. If you watch the trailer, you'll get an idea of how whatthefuck this movie is. I have seen it many times and, watching the trailer, I was still somehow like what is the plot of this movie.

-The Full Monty: Just a really good movie. Highly recommend. That is next on my rewatch list.

-Stargate Universe: IIRC, I watched about half of one season of this and didn't really love it. He was phenomenal in it, ofc, but otherwise...meh. I would rewatch it but I now watch all the other Stargates and I know this will only disappoint me x] He is a SadBoi scientist, tho.

-The Tournament: Nothing groundbreaking but, from what I remember, a solid movie! Bloody and violent. SadBoi priest. tw: a pet dies, I believe.

-Plunkett and Macleane: I remember this movie being SO fun and now I can't find it anywhere. Very unhappy about that.

-Ravenous: I wanted to add this because I know a lot of people really love it and it seems right up my alley re: dark comedy, but I am too Scared to watch it, so do with that information what you will. It is a horror comedy, I believe.

I have also watched Priest but I found that movie deeply upsetting because it contains quite a bit of CSA and I don't recommend it. Human Trafficking is also deeply upsetting, obviously, and I don't really remember it being great but I am also pretty sure I only made it through half. Annnd I haven't seen Trainspotting but it was award-winning so if that's your cup of tea, I feel confident recommending it (it is absolutely not my cup of tea xD).

So uh. There you go! The longest list ever xD

[weaselbeaselpants]

Lorch opened her big stupid mouth again and decided to lean into "addicts are all awful and deserve to die" territory. How adorable.

My father functionally drank himself to death after he finally drove us away for good with his constant rage sessions, bouts of anger, stalking, suicide baiting and threatening us with guns, and all of this after a period of hightened emotional and verbal abuse we were subjected to after the death of my grandmother which lead him to self-medicate even harder than he already did throughout my whole life. I get really pissed at the idea that drugs, ANY drug or substance, can "save" you. It can't. You have to save you and self-medication can kill and does kill. It ruined my life because it ruined my dad's life and it ruined his immune system to where he died of bronchitis. I know from watching my dad's brother, my uncle, who did do HARD drugs and had the same issues as my dad, that hard drugs are easy to get into after you keep clearing hurtles to escape pain/feel higher, and then DANGEROUSLY hard to escape from. No Lily I didn't need Requiem for a Dream and Trainspotting to tell me that though I've heard from people that both those movies are disturbingly accurate about heroine, which is horrifying. No one should go through what happens in those stories and they sure as hell shouldn't be blamed/shamed/treated like 'filth' for being in that position at all.

The thing is, people are responsible for themselves. Not taking prescriptions right is bad. ALWAYS talk with a psychiatrist they are literally there to hear how you're doing on your drugs; never drink/smoke/toke and drive or handle machinery. It is absolutely not worth it get your friend or family to do it PLEASE even if they're annoying (at best) and chast you for that. If there's any way in which weed can directly kill you -Lily- it's through this. Wait till you're home; I'm not telling you this crap because I'm your mom, stranger on the internet reading this. I'm telling you this as a person with my own vices who lives around other people with their own vices; take care of yourself as best you can. You can do better, but you can never be perfect and that's okay. Don't abstain from stuff you can't quit but please be responsible. And godspeed to people dealing with addictions to hard drugs. I wish you the best - you can do it and as impossible as it may seem you will find the things you need in life to escape your pain without your addiction. I wish...so much that vibes and prayers and good thoughts could do more for you; especially the people dealing with drugs and homelessness right now which is SO MANY in my county alone. My government is screwing you over. You deserve to live and you ought to have your story told no matter what.

Anyway fuck you six ways to sunday Lily Orchard in the name of HUMANITY. You miserable, awful woman- wishing death and eugenic talk onto addicts for the crime of being an addict. You're the kind of person who doesn't just get uncomfortable+scoot away at a clearly tripping person on the bus, you actively say vile things abt them under your breath and scream at them if they even come near you. You have no empathy. I pray to god you never come across a homeless person. You must think the same backward garbage about them too.

Also speaking of vices and lecturing people on them, I find all this rich coming from the woman who wrote incest-laden cp left and right in her heyday, blames other people for it and very likely has accounts full of visual cp under your sockpuppets. I don't drink, smoke or take heavy drugs myself, Lily. But, just looking at what your good old friend Tara (who is not Sai. We both know this I don't even like Sai and I know it's not Sai) has hidden on the web I kind of want to now just to get those images outta my mind. "Quit at anytime/just NOT do the dangerous this" clearly doesn't apply to you. Predator.

[delivery-guyy]

Intro

My name is Jasper but I also use Tyler, so either one is fine.

I'm 15 He / Him mmtrannyfagcore

Before you interact

I'm not okay with slurs. If you use them while we are talking I'll prolly let the conversation die there or ignore whatever you said. But!!!! I am okay with Fag and Tranny, since those two are ones I can claim :P but if u say the n or r slur I'll just leave it there.

FOX NEKONOMIMI, CALL ME FURRY AND I'LL CUT YOUR THROAT 🔥🔥🔥🔥💗💗💗

If I make any mistake in English don't correct me I have zero respect for this language. 💗

(do correct me, I don't mind)

I'm into true crime! - I do not condone or dignify any of their actions, but if you do, I honestly don't care nor mind.

I consider the way I type to.. energetic? I will use a lot of '!!' and kaomojis or just any face.

If we become friends there's a 90% chance I get attached, and I will stop texting first to check if u text first too and it'll prolly end there :P

I love talking about anything, I love DMS, I love asks, I love people who yap, shit is interesting, honestly!

Academically smart, way too dumb for other shit.

Mentally ill, not enough money for therapy to know what's going on in my head.

And I think that's pretty much it to the byi section

My interests!

I'm interested in various topics and I'll give some examples of a few topics I like.

Art; I'm really interested into art and I specially love oil on canvas. My favorite paintings are the ones of flowers!! I do not paint tho.

History; I really like reading and/or learning about different wars, important events and just, history in general.

If you're a history nerd PLEASE I BEG ON MY KNEES FOR YOU TO YAP ABOUT IT W ME.

Animals; I LUV ANIMALS!! My fav animals are foxes, bats, coyotes, raccoons and deers.

Movies; I'm really deep into movies and I'd like to work in the cinematographic industry one day. My favorites movies are [not in order of preference] Fight Club, Zero Day, Trainspotting, The good, The bad and The ugly, Akira, Fantastic Mr. Fox, Gone Girl, Stay, Brokeback Mountain, Little Miss Sunshine, and way more!!

Music; some of the bands I listen to are, MSI, The Smiths, The Strokes, Hole, Radiohead, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Cure, Bauhaus, De Saloon, Lucybell, Tronic, Gufi, Glup!, Lemon Demon, Mitski, ICP, MCR, KMFDM, Machine Girl, TV girl, Midori, The Smashing Pumpkins, Placebo, Soda Stereo, Deftones, SOAD, Adrianne Lenker, Slipknot, Leathermouth, Limp Bizkit, Aphex Twin, Kittie, Jack off Jill, Alex G and yeah way more..., i really can't stick to any genre.

Games; Faith: The Unholy Trinity, Postal, Portal, Psychopomp, Rental, Nocturnals, Psychosis, Limbo, Milk inside a bag of milk + Milk outside a bag of milk, Babbdi, Cry of Fear, Buckshot Roulette, Hotline Miami, Cult of the Lamb, Party Hard, etc..

Books; All quiet in the western front, Huáscar, Dracula, Piercing, The setting sun, Kwaidan, The perks of being a wallflower, Fight Club, Complete Poetry of Pizarnik, The song of Achilles, Circe, The Stranger, Metamorphosis, some more too that I can't remember rn.

DNI

I pretty much block freely, but I do have as DNI Racist, Trans/homo phobes, pdfiles, 🍇 ists, yk, all that kind of yucky people

That's pretty much all, if u want to talk dms are open.

[bonesfucker3000]

my star trek dreams are wild dawg-

tw: drug usage (specifically heroin) and drug overdose

So, like 3 or 2 months into my Star Trek obession I had a dream, Star Trek related ofc; It was set in the AOS universe, post-Into Darkness, and Kirk was really stressed and just needed to relax being the Captain and all that, so he decides the best way to relax is to SHOOT UP FUCKING HEROIN. So he shoots it up, slightly graphic, similar to how it's shot in the film Trainspotting (such a goated movie btw)...Well it backfires and he basically overdosed- Bones walks in, you know, wanting to check up on his friend since he knows the stress and responsibility is eating him from the inside. Bones finds a practically overdosed Kirk, limp on the ground, Bones picks him up, cradling Kirk like a child and starts bawling his eyes out at the sight of his best friend basically overdosed on heroin- then Kirk smiles like an absolute moron, being all like hey I am fine hehe no need to worry in a raspy and quiet voice. Bones just flips at him and starts screaming how he is not fine etc etc but still cradling him and bawling his eyes out even more. Spock hears the commotion wondering what the hell is going on, he sees Bones crying and shouting at a limp Kirk who is still smiling trying not reassure Bones and Spock falls onto his knees, basically curling into a ball and has a mental breakdown, crying his eyes out and being on the verge of screaming on top of his lungs since he saw his t'hyla going through a drug overdose...

And this is what I get for being obsessed with Star Trek and Trainspotting

(Really sorry if it is written like a mess, writing always has been a weakness for me)

[ghastlyfilters]

your buddy misses you | al capone

pairing; none. just a little fic about al and his son.

a/n; this has been in my drafts for AGES despite my current interest being trainspotting. also i hope this is accurate to the actual 1930’s!! (i try my best to study well when it comes to history) the only thing that isn’t accurate is we know that the real sonny was only partially deaf, so i’m not exactly sure why boardwalk made him fully deaf. but seeing as this is a boardwalk fic, i’ll just roll with it.

plot; al is in deep thought whilst in his prison cell, listening to a familiar song that once made him smile so long ago. now it fills him with a great amount of sadness. meanwhile sonny is at home, missing his father.

gifs not mine!! (creds to fancykraken)

PLEASE DON’T READ IF MENTIONS OF IMPRISONMENT, DECLINING HEALTH, ANGST OR GRIEF AFFECT YOU!!

MASTERLIST

The harsh static of the rather fine radio Al kept in his cell filled the area, agitating him.

He was already in a foul mood. Well, not that he was ever jumping for joy in this place, anyhow. But tonight was one of those nights he truly felt alone.

Usually, having alone time in prison was all Al ever wanted nowadays. His mind had became so lost that he constantly thought everyone was out to get him, or they would be daring to challenge him.

The Syphilis had really taken its toll, and quite frankly he’d turned into a completely different man. Even before getting put in here, he had either been heavily coked up or average thoughts he should’ve remembered had been practically slipping his mind quicker than they should’ve.

Not to mention the withdrawals. Jesus. He’d gotten almost everything he wanted in here. Including the luxurious cell he found himself sat in. But that familiar white powder he craved so dearly was where the foot had been put down.

Al would never admit it, but he was ill. Fucking ill.

It hadn’t even been this bad in Atlanta. In fact, his time and wellbeing in Atlanta were relatively okay. But things had gone downhill since Alcatraz, and he knew it.

His health was awful. And when the psychiatrist he’d been forced to see in here told him that both his psychical and mental health were suffering, he almost gave her scars much too like the own ones that dragged down his face and upper neck.

They wanted to run too many damn tests for his liking to see if the Syphilis had improved after the injections despite his multiple denials, but in the end he was just seen as a stubborn bastard, so they hadn’t updated anything just yet.

Now they’d began to think he was a looney tune and briefly spoke about sending him to the psychiatric part of the prison. Some had said he was beginning to develop the mind of a twelve year old rather than a man in his thirties. And Al was furious.

Despite his health being the way it was, he didn’t care. He really did not care. He would’ve preferred to be back free once again and continued on to hide his health from those who didn’t need to know about it. Even his wife..

Even Sonny.

Sonny. The one name that still put a Cheshire Cat grin on his face.

He missed his son dearly. More than the coke. More than sitting in the Lexington Hotel getting folk to run around wild for him. He just missed Sonny more than anything really.

His boy had bloomed into a fine young gentleman. And Al was ready to slit the throat of anyone who dared to call him both deaf and dumb. Sure, Sonny might’ve been deaf. But the boy was far from dumb.

He was so different to his father. And instead of being hurt by that, Al was so proud of him. He wasn’t sneaking off despite his hearing loss and getting up to all sorts on the streets like Al did.

No. Sonny was the type who liked to sit in his own company, innocently reading a book and not bothering a soul.

Al certainly made sure his love for Sonny never went unnoticed. He’d wrote him so many times after being locked up, and every word that was put on that piece of paper was well and truly heartfelt. He loved his boy so very much. He couldn’t give two shits about how cruel others thought he was. When it came to Sonny, his heart only bled with fatherly love.

His attention was drawn back to the same crackling static that hissed from the radio once again. So much for it being the best version anyone could get for now.

Each whiny crackle that came out made Al want to scream and bang on the walls like the maniac they all thought he was. It didn’t take long before his temper overcame him once again, his fists now clenched. He had them shut so tight he swore he almost felt his blood flow momentarily change.

“DAMN YOU!” Al spat angrily, picking up a small wooden cup filled with pens and launching it at the radio with a loud crash.

It hit the floor, but it didn’t break. The static had finally quietened down. Then it stopped at last.

Al collapsed onto his bed with a sigh of relief, glad he’d let go of all the anger bubbling inside him. But he paused, and his eyes were drawn back to the radio once again.

Instead of static, the start of a song started to play. But not just any song. An all too familiar tune Al had cherished for a specific reason for the past few years now.

Life is a book that we study

Some of its leaves bring a sigh

There it was written, my Buddy

That we must part, you and I…

He lay on his back, closing his eyes. And for what felt like the first time in ages.. a big smile made its way onto his face.

Oh, Sonny..

Sonny Capone was comfortably sat back in his chair at a desk in the corner of his room. His nose was buried into another book again. One that he was enjoying a lot, actually.

Reading was probably one of the only things he still did like doing nowadays. When.. he left.. Sonny lost a lot of interest in taking part of hobbies he once adored doing before. This didn’t go unnoticed. If anything, it hadn’t helped with the stress Mae had already been faced with. Everyday she worried for her son and the toll all of this must have been taking on him.

Nights are long since you went away

I think about you all through the day…

The corners of his mouth twitched upward as he read through the paragraphs, thoroughly entertained by the story he was reading.

But soon enough, that small smile on his face became a sad frown. His eyes skimmed through paragraphs, and he then looked away, closing the book.

One of the characters had briefly mentioned the pain of missing someone. And it had actually annoyed Sonny whilst reading it. He hated being reminded of that feeling. It was constant.

He felt that way when he went to sleep, then woke up the next morning. And all throughout the day. Then the cycle repeated itself over and over. He didn’t need some stupid book to tell him what that was like. He knew. Oh.. he knew.

My buddy, my buddy

Nobody quite so true…

The night his father never came home gutted him. He had been briefly prepared by Al, but it didn’t stop the pain. And seeing his name in the papers the next morning was even worse. His mother’s cries from that day would forever haunt him. Yeah, she was expecting it too, but poor Mae had worked herself up to that very moment of finding out he’d been found guilty. Her anxiety was through the roof.

Didn’t stop the paparazzi scumbags from surrounding them in public too. Sonny was beyond furious that day. He’d sworn he felt his father’s rage overcome him for a moment.

Sonny closed the book and chucked it to the floor. Perhaps reading wasn’t helping as much as he thought. The boy exhaled slowly, and closed his eyes for a moment. He had a quick flashback within the depths of his mind. One that made him smile.

He remembered all the times his father had played the mandolin for him as a child. Despite not hearing it, he still found watching his father playing an instrument comforting.

Miss your voice, the touch of your hand

Just long to know that you understand…

There was one time that really stuck out to him. He’d been getting picked on at school, and back then he never understood why. His father had tried to teach him how to fight, but it just made his little mind spin with confusion. And in result, the boy just cried. So to make it up to him, Al pulled out that same mandolin again, awakening Sonny from his slumber.

The only way he knew his father was singing was touching his throat to feel the vibrations of his vocal cords. It was either that, or Sonny had to pay very close attention to Al’s lips. But actually being able to feel his father sing rather than hearing it, was surprisingly more comforting than anything.

My buddy, my buddy…

Your buddy misses you.

Sonny opened his eyes from the memory, wiping a stray tear that had fallen onto his cheek.

Oh, Dad..

[parttimesarah]

💜My immediate thoughts on WWDITS FX S5E3💚

* Yana Gorskaya always directs the BEST Nandermo episodes!

* I love that we got a fresh, more subtle, “SeanaaAaAaAAy”

* Guillermo’s interview sitting in his footlocker is so sweet! It’s a reminder that Nandor bought him something he really wanted and that Nandor is responsible, in this small way, for helping Guillermo feel more like a vampire.

* Guillermo standing behind Nandor when Sean and Charmaine are in the fancy room is just a subtle reminder of how dedicated Guillermo remains to Nandor. He is not abandoning him.

* I WANT BOTH OF THOSE SEAN SHIRTS!

* AWWWW Nandor, your crush is showing, bb!

* Guillermo’s super speed was… lacking. He seems less strong than when he was slaying/bodyguarding in S2, 3, and 4. Maybe it’s because he is further away from being his true self. Laszlo saying that the turning has been “stymied”, to me, lends credence to the idea that Nandor’s blood could kickstart its completion. Guillermo will come into his full strength when he is finally united with Nandor for eternity.

* I gotta admit, it feels a bit like they just needed to find something for Natasia to be doing. I think she did a great job with the physical performance, but I don’t know how much her/the doll’s story here was needed.

* “Soft after two pumps”, Nandor? Could it be because you’ve just been thinking of Guillermo (the djinn’s wish) while not being with Guillermo. That issue will go away 👏 once 👏 you 👏 are 👏 with 👏 Guillermo!!!

* Nandor demanding he “is wanted” as a reason to spend time with Guillermo (and Laszlo) during their experiments was so telling. Like he needed to hear Laszlo say he is a powerful hypnotist to be happy, he needs to audibly hear that he is actually wanted, even if he’s the one saying it. Guillermo saying “I chose you. I want you.” is going to make this babygirl cream his jeans velvet robes.

* Nandor looking at Guillermo before saying he can fly higher than Laszlo is another obvious tell that he is only concerned with Guillermo’s opinion of him. He is searching for that validation!

* “Grey Boy” is such a good nickname for CR 😂

* Laszlo calling Guillermo “dear boy” is a huge compliment when you consider how their relationship in the series began. Laszlo may not show it (cuz it takes him a long time to show his emotions), but he does care for Guillermo’s wellbeing.

* Awwww Laszlooooo, look at you out living your best beach boy life! I’d say that red face’s sunburn would be worth it! It is interesting that Laszlo is able to take strength from Guillermo. Sure, it’s something Guillermo doesn’t sacrifice anything to give away (just some hours on the treadmill), but the metaphor of using Guillermo’s self-defined weakness (he hasn’t been turned well enough, he isn’t vampiric enough) to help bring a vampire joy is actually quite lovely

* Nandor admitted it! OMFG! I was SO ready for him to deny deny deny that he was just trying to impress Guillermo but HE DIDN’T! Honestly, I still can’t believe it.

* Not the TikTok trainspotting guy Nandor Cam 😂. As I watched Nandor slowly going further and further up, I kept trying to imagine what he was saying to himself in his mind. It had to be something about wanting to outshine Laszlo so that Guillermo will stay with him forever. And then maybe his (usually blissfully empty) mind would have led him to say “Well, there is one way I could make sure we’re together forever…”

* Charmaine’s face when Laszlo said how much Sean has tried to kiss him. 👀 Might we see a jealous Charmaine??

* Naked Nandy! GOOD LORD! Thank you writers. Thank you, Yana.

* What does the Guillermo cough with the smoke mean?! It might have just been his breath in the cold, but it really looked like a bit of smoke or steam escaped him upon seeing his master naked (and with the djinn-dick). He still protected his Master though, even with the surprise, and that tending behavior was sweet. **UPDATE: I don’t watch with subtitles, so I missed the fact that Guillermo said “Oh my God” and then he coughed some smoke. That’s so perfect!**

* The jalopy lives and it looked great! But the best part of the parade was seeing Guillermo being so cute and happy. Yes, he’s owning his identity, but he also knows that Nandor will literally go to space for him!

* And as for that end credits scene…Nonononononononononononononono

[dballzposting]

i feel inclined to add on to that ask abt movies (cuz i love watching movies).

Trunks to me speaks to me as a person who at one point expected the stuff he watches to change him a little. To help him think in a different perspective and challenge his preconceptions or. SOMETHING. hes the kind of guy to try to watch movies like 2001 space odyssey but by the end of it, just looks up the ending explained. he has to try to get anything out of it. I don't think he liked trainspotting. I don't think he knew what to make of The Shining. Trunks would almost certainly try to not get bored at the beginning of Pulp Fiction (the bulk of that movie is talking). But he'll still go see movies in theaters or watch whatever he's got laying around in the house though.

He thinks he's watching movies to gain something but tbh ? Trunks has been watching movies all his life, and it might just feel rly weird to suddenly. not to. If that makes grammatical sense. I think it just gets too quiet in his house. His mom's always working on something in her lab, vegeta's always in his training room, etc etc. so he puts em on to chill. Even if he doesn't really get them sometimes. Bulma seems like the type to do the same thing while she works, maybe he gets it from her.

That's probably why watching movies with goten is so interesting though. He can really get to the core of what it's trying to say, engage with the story and themes on a meaningful level and come up with his OWN well constructed analysis with an infectious enthusiasm reminiscent of the way Gohan talks about entomology.

And Goten, country bumpkin that he is, probably hasn't even seen more than MAX 30 movies in his life (ever) besides whatever soaps his mom leaves on. he's glad trunks invites him over to watch this stuff. At the end of analyzing whatever film they saw I think he'd be like Waow. That was so cool Trunks thank you for showing me this :-) can I borrow this dvd and never give it back and Trunks will be like yeah man thats cool I'm glad you liked it so much. I have a bunch more laying around it's whatever. (He found a lot of these movies in this "guest" room he's never really been inside of. It still has a lot of stuff from before he was born.)

I think that's so interesting.. that Trunks is familiar with the elements present in film but because it's familiar, it's harder to parse how or why these elements are meshed together to make the whole. he's just "watching" them without really thinking about anything and as such, doesn't gain anything.

But because Goten isn't accustomed to watching movies all the time, he can look with unclouded eyes. Not just watching, but observing and taking all of it in.

Its the difference between hearing and listening if that makes sense.

(One last tidbit which isn't super important. I mentioned earlier a guest room. It was yamcha's. When he moved out, he didn't really take a lot of things with him, choosing to leave some of his clothes and most of his movies behind. Bulma probably told him that he could just leave his stuff there in case he ever wanted to visit. The only movie he bothered to take with him was Caddyshack. For some reason. Why)

peace 🌷

I mean this as a kindly reminder and I'm saying this to everyone: you can always make your own post / reblog the post in question in order to add on to it. You can get your name out there. Look alive... It's showtime. I mean I will always faithfully post asks (I cannot guarantee in a timely manner) but never forget your options there.

(For instance perhaps posting your own words on your own post stands to grant them more respect, rather than forcing them through the filter of somebody else's input in order to be posted - as is the reality of sending asks. I can tell when someone really cares, and I appreciate that, and I try to be faithful to that, but I also like to babble. Maybe some posts ought to be stand-alone?)

(Gotta raise my glass to this though becasue i found out today [I would have found out a week ago if I had bothered to check my email] that I may or may not be helping my school start a film club so TBH i gotta appreciate this ..... and I gotta respect the grinde.... It's funny thouhg because you know I actually hate watching movies. When the time comes I ought to come back to you and the other user for recommendations. Well anyway back to the ask)

OK Well this is some real shit you just said. I fully agree. It coheres with what was already said although with some extra sensitivity ...

Reposting this segment for a TL;DR becasue I thought it was an elegant conclusion:

Trunks is familiar with the elements present in film but because it's familiar, it's harder to parse how or why these elements are meshed together to make the whole. he's just "watching" them without really thinking about anything and as such, doesn't gain anything. But because Goten isn't accustomed to watching movies all the time, he can look with unclouded eyes.

I mean really it all comes down to Trunks being a Modern CityBoy; he's used to background noise, he's used to mindless entertainment. Goten doesn't have things in his life that are meant to be taken for granted, though, so that just makes him overall more attentive and appreciative.

That's the greater discussion here ... A veiled call for action for us all to try to look with fresh eyes upon our own lives ....

Really, If Trunks isn't taking to the creative storytelling aspect of it, he should at least take a shining to the technological artistry. Maybe he doesn't care why or when, but he does know HOW they do what they do. That'd be swagg. But then he'd have to do research on something that isn't Minecraft related. Sighhhh

BTW Thanjk you for addsing that Caddyshack bit in there for me. Mondo appreciated <3

[fanficdumbchic]

Hey there!! Can you write another funny story about Curly Bill?

Sure thing Anon.

Curly Bill Tries for a High Class Lady (Epic Fail)

sfw - Tombstone (1996) - Curly Bill x Fem. Reader (funny) - HC

The most basic cultural references you make go right over his head, the only thing this man is completely is a fucking idiot.

He literally makes the most crass jokes about women and insists they shouldn't vote. Plot twist, he is still wholeheartedly surprised when you want nothing to do with him.

If he sees you out at the saloon, he immediately strolls up with his cringe swagger and tries to pester you. When you finally have had enough and throw a drink in his face, he turns around to his gang mates and proudly proclaims, "I told you she likes me!" This bitch is straight delulu.

Another common way you run into him in public is catching a glimpse of him passed out in the filth behind the saloon, whimpering about how he's an 'alpha male' and women aren't smart enough to recognize it. He's a one man podcast among the trash bins (where he belongs).

One night after Bill tries again to woo you (unsuccessfully of course), Johnny Ringo approaches and asks you to play along just a little because his friend 'really needs a win'. You refuse and Ringo completely understands.

One night in the saloon during an opium-shortage, Bill literally passes out on the floor having violently shit himself. (It's like that scene with Spud in Trainspotting except Bill 100% deserves it and no one pities him.) The bartender literally has to shoe Bill out with a push broom.

One time, an actress temporarily in town with a traveling theater group is so repulsed by Bill when he approaches her, that she has to excuse herself so she can vomit out of public view. (It was partially the smell, partially Bill himself.)

You overhear his gang talking behind his back from time to time: "God, he is so pathetic." "He is such a fucking embarrassment." "Should we just kill him and then let Ringo lead the gang?"

[daddyd0nt]

I had a mental hospital stay in early fall for a few weeks that I can’t stop thinking about. It was in a high security ward for violent patients. I met two people who I sort of fell a little bit in love with and like I wish it had happened after the break up because I could have indulged it on some level without worrying about being unfaithful.

The first was a man named J who I met in a support group for SA survivors. I shared my story and he didn’t say anything but afterward he came up to me and asked to talk and I was like sure. So we sit down and he tells me he’s never told anybody before but in addition to the CSA he spoke about in group he was raped while locked up a few years back and told me it makes him afraid of sex and he doesn’t know how to tell his wife because he’s afraid she will see him as less of a man. I told him about my own sexual trauma and hang ups and how I related to not liking sex as a survivor and encouraged him to tell his wife because the worst thing she could do is reject him and if she did he didn’t want to be with a person like that anyway. I think I was the first person to tell him it was okay to be asexual. We talked a lot, about everything from trauma to rumors about horror movies that were coming out. He sat by me at every meal and we played cards a lot. I told him the stories of the books I read and even got him to read/helped him through what he said was the first book he’d picked up since dropping out of grade school in the 80s (The Butcher And The Wren, but of all the stories I told him he liked Trainspotting the most) When there was a violent incident on the ward (like a really bad one like idt anybody died I think they would have told us but it was a bloody violent scary incident where we got locked in the day room for 16 hours and a few of the staff I didn’t see after that and they sent the guy who did it upstate that night. He was a nice kid, a tall black kid just barely 18 years old who was clearly autistic and barely verbal but very friendly/funny we raced up and down the hall in our grippy socks and he was always trying to be included in jokes in an awkward but endearing way and he shadow boxed all day so we called him “Mini Mike Tyson”) I was the first person he found to check that I was okay and he always came over to me when one of the violent patients were in the room. When he freaked out and wound up in the padded cell for 2 days (we all called it “the SpongeBob room) I would literally scream through the door and so would he and we would talk like that and I’d try to keep him entertained until staff physically removed me and the second they stopped watching me I’d go back over and start the conversation back up. He said that I was unlike any other female he ever met, that I could “make people love me without being a slut”. He called me an angel. He was a good friend while I was there. When he left, he called the hospital and talked to me every day until I left, first to tell me he found a safe place to stay and then to check on me and make sure I was okay.

The other was a girl named E. She was the same age as my baby sister (just turned 21) and had been in prison since she was 17 or 18 for stabbing a girl. She’d just gotten out two weeks earlier, was kicked out of the house by her parents and tried to kill herself. I think I made her feel safe because I was big. She had a boyfriend who was my age and still in jail on heroin charges. She would fight with him on the phone screaming for hours at a time until staff disconnected the line and afterward I would hold her and stroke her hair and back while she sobbed big wet spots onto the shoulder of my Tshirt and tell her how much more she was worth and how much better she deserved. She loved early 00s rap and R&B and we danced to Missy Elliot and Brandy and Fat Joe and Ja Rule in our paper scrubs. She loved Ethel Cain and Ginger Bronson when I played them in the art room and she liked to draw bleeding angels in black ballpoint pens. She said the male guards were the scariest part of prison and that the dykes in lockup kept her safe from them. She had a tooth that shattered in her mouth from the institutional malnutrition and I argued for two days for them to take her downstairs to the dentist to get it looked at (the first day I argued for so long that they shot me up with what everybody called the “booty juice” which was Thorazine Ativan and Benadryl and as soon as I woke up I went right back up the the desk and kept arguing). She thought it was so cool that I was quitting my benzos that she quit hers too. We went into detox together and joked about our fast heartbeats and racing thoughts and overwhelming sense of doom. She didn’t have an appropriate fear of males because she had never been around them as peers in her adult life so when we danced she would get provocative until I’d take her hand and twirl her or dip her or get her to do something more chaste like that. She was trading guys for their Mac and cheese to touch her chest at dinner so I started just giving her mine every night so she wouldn’t. I shared the jolly ranchers my mom sent me with her and J. We played a version of Janga just me and her where when you made the tower fall you had to tell one of your darkest secrets. I was the first person to tell her that you can’t lose your virginity to a rape and that it happened to me too before I had sex but it doesn’t count and she said she’d felt tainted since she was 13. She was cluster B like me and had such a drive for affection and to be loved that it made her a little wild sometimes. The staff was always yelling at us because we were always posted up sort of cuddling. We joked about BBLs and abortion. I gave her my copy of Valley of the Dolls because it was my favorite book that I read during my stay and she said she didn’t know what she was going to do with herself when I got out. I told her all my wild stories from my druggy years and she said she always wanted to go to a rave and she always wanted to try acid and she’d ask me over and over again to describe trips in detail because she said I was good at telling stories. We cried together on my last day and we exchanged phone numbers but staff took the papers because you’re not supposed to make outside contacts in those kind of places. I convinced her to enter a GED program that the hospital offered because I made college sound like so much fun that she felt motivated to go. I hope she did well she was supposed to start 2 days after I left. She was an onlyfans model because it was the only way she could make money with her record and her boyfriend was acting as her pimp and we talked a lot about my own time doing SW and how my best friend was trafficked when we were in our late teens and I told her that if she had to do SW she should Findomme and gave her tips and pointers on it. My first 2 days home I was in bad benzo detox still and cried nonstop because I was so worried about her and how she’d do without me looking out for her and like if she was letting guys touch her for extra dinner again. I think about her a lot still.

I really hope they are both okay my mind goes to them a few times a day still, us killing time under humming lights surrounded by nausea-teal walls. Watching the sequel to Boss Baby on a grainy tube tv with no sound. The way they would excitedly wait for me to tell them the continuation of whatever I was reading every time I went off to read. My grandma died while I was in there and they comforted me through something that I didn’t plan to live through (I’ve said since middle school that once that grandma dies I was going to KMS because she was the only one I really couldn’t stand to hurt). I was afraid a lot of the time there but I also experienced something kind of rare and beautiful that will always stay with me. When I say my prayers at night they are in them now.

[imagineacoolusername]

what are your favourite books??

yesss i love talking about my little books <33

so number one is the neverending story by michael ende; i haven't read it in a while but it was my first favourite book and it's got great sentimental value. i still say it's my favourite though

and then in no particular order, the picture of dorian gray (read it last year for class and loved it), trainspotting (also read it for class, it was so different from anything i've ever read it immediately became a favourite of mine), i really like frankenstein too, and great expectations, though i think it'll be a long time till i reread that one.

and also my favourite book from when i was a child is gente rara by ricardo gómez; it followed the life of a bunch of kids who went to class together, and everyone had strange little abilities, like one could hear every single thing, one could move pencils just by staring at them, one could predict who was about to knock at the door, etc. and then one day their teacher goes missing and a substitute teacher appears, and the kids lose their abilities. anyway they don't like this substitute teacher cause he's super strict and mean, and they end up discovering that he's kidnapped their teacher, so they go save her and she returns to the school, and yeah, i really loved this book as a kid. this made me want to read it again, but i packed away most of my books this summer and it's locked away in a box i don't know where :(

[gor3sigil]

Autistic fixation, abusive home, neglected self, and going down

When I was younger and during all my teenage year, starting at 12 until my mid 20s, I was fascinated by drugs. I remember reading “Go Ask Alice” 5 times, not getting enough of everything really: the gruesome addiction, the trip diary entries, the aesthetic of it all (because, let’s be honest, being addicted is always painted as aesthetic when the addict is a young white suburban teenage girl), the destroyed family, the death. Everything fascinated me. I was the type of suicidal teen who wanted to go out in a big boom, I wanted my death to be a spectacle, and I saw substances as a way to achieve my goal. I wanted my family to see me being consumed alive, inighted by a devastating fire they couldn’t quite see but could feel how it burned, and be in the clouds, in apnea, until I’d come crashing down at their feet.

I watched Requiem For a Dream, Basketball Diaries, Trainspotting again and again and again, the words on the tip of my lips everytime a character talked. I drowned into 2013 Tumblr skinny girl smoking cigarettes and joints and drinking and popping molly like candies aesthetic, projecting in the grainy grunge pictures a perfect self: thin, smokey eyed, wearing plaid shirts with black shorts and tored apart fishnets tights with Doc Martens. The mysterious, purple-blue bruises on my thighs and knees, the Camel pack and the city nights spent chugging on beer bottles until the lights turned into a blurry mush or red, orange, white and laughing until I couldn’t walk with a group of friends as charismatic and deranged as me.

In reality I didn’t even like shandy and I was a not-so thin awkward goth girl with glasses, who spent the wast majority of her time browsing the net, watching movies and reading books. I didn’t have much friends and most of them were nerds who didn’t drink nor smoke and were as socially inapt as I was. The loser gang in the back of the class (or in the front row if it was literature class), talking about their favourite bands and books, crushing on fictional characters and blushing with anxiety everytime someone dared to talk to us.

I was the useless child of the family. The “what did we do wrong ?” daughter. The neglected one. The “oh look who’s gracing us with her presence !” at the dinner table. Flinching when my dad asked me questions because getting yelled at and called a piece a shit was a daily occurence. Getting slapped across the face too occasionally. My dad was feared and called “the Ogre” by people in the neighborhood. My mom was burnt out to pieces, working at home as a childminder while mainting the house and taking care of everything when she was chronically ill and addicted to morphine. Her hard earned salary was put into the shared bank account for my dad to monitor. When she fled and left me behind I hated her, and finally got it when I was put in her place because my dumb father and brother couldn’t even wash their underwear to save their life. The daily chores in pain because I had the first symptoms of the same chronic illness as my mother, getting yelled at and made to refold a shirt over and over while my father told me how useless I was.

My only place of escapism was my room, my dreams of being as free as the girls I read the stories of.

When I was offered my first joint, I took hits on it like my life was at stake. Drinking vodka redbull like it’d save me. Two months later I got taken into a hospital with my lungs wounded and infected, wondering if it was because of the shit I smoked or the mold on my bedroom walls. My dad had, by then, left too and sold most of the furniture and cut the phone line to leave only what he didn’t care about: some worned out equipment and 17 year old me. I had started to live like my favourite characters, drinking and smoking almost everyday with my girlfriend, hoping to feel the same exhilirating euphoria they felt. What ? No, I didn’t feel abandonned, I was finally free ! I lived alone, I could do anything I wanted ! I could get shitfaced without anyone seeing, I could smoke without anyone seeing, I could [die] without anyone seeing ! The empty frige ? It’s nothing ! Struggling to breathe and having to get up two flights of stairs to get to my room to lay down because dad took the couch ? No big deal ! Getting almost turned away from getting my bloodtests because I’m not even supposed to get them without an adult with me ? Shit happens. Having to plea with my family members to have someone get me groceries because I’m too weak to do it myself and having my brother do it only to tell me that he had better things to do with his time and money ? No, I won’t admit it hurt, because if I admit it, it’ll make it real.

I’d rather spend my time in the hospital browsing 2015 aesthetic grunge tumblr with pretty pictures of hospitals and cheesy quotes. Even the broken characters I loved where in the hospital at some point, that’s not a big deal, I’d bounce back and live my carefree, addiction filled life once I’m out !

And I did. But it wasn’t picture perfect, not even close, but don’t worry, I had spent so many years escaping to a fantasy in my head that I could easily blur the lines between fiction and reality. My life was perfect. So perfect I wanted to die before it would get worse. So perfect I’d get high and drunk everyday to celebrate it, because what was being free for if not to party every night ?

So perfect it hurt. So perfect I took a train and started all over again.

Oh, teenage me. She was a sweet girl. An undiagnosed autistic queer girl who just wanted to have a life she could tell stories about. A life worth shooting a movie or writing a book about. She was a shooting star fading out. She was an abandoned script in a writer’s drawer. When she disappeared I grieved for years. I promised her I’d write about her. Badly, because I’m not as good as she was, but I’d do it for her. She deserved so much better. I think of her in every song I sing. I dream of her sometimes.

And I wish to every girl like her a very good ending.

[shiftingmuse]

open roleplay - Franco Begbie - trainspotting

Franco laid out on the curb near the pub with his arm over his head. Renton was supposed to be around with Sickboy hours ago. They'd made plans to meet up before Spuds even woke up for the day. It wasn't really to avoid the bastard, but he wanted to get a word in before Spud tried to get them to swan off for their next fix.

"Fuckin' junkies, Ah, wait here aw day an' th' ne'er show!" He hated it, hated being the only 'sober' one of the lot. 

[preciadosbass]

27/7/24 [draft from yesterday, i told you this would be inconsistent]

woke up at approximately 11:20-something and had breakfast cuz i’d already nearly fainted twice. boris was hesitant about sitting next to me on the sofa for some reason, so once i was done i came out with him and took a few videos because i love the way he wiggles around and puts his head back for me to stroke when he sees that i’ve come outside he’s so CUTEEE!!!!!!! anyway, i sort of forgot that my dad had someone coming round to drop off + attempt to fix a stereo and my uncle was coming round to help so i went back in my room when i heard my uncle pull up, unfortunately he saw me in my pyjamas which is embarrassing..

i was supposed to finish watching the rest of jaws 2 when i got back in my room but i forgot and watched insta reels and a few mcr concert videos until i was bothered enough to make this account, make an intro, and post my journal of yesterday. i did that while listening to ls dunes and so much for startdurst [ml]. i downloaded a few too many mikey way gifs and discovered blinkies in the process which i’m super happy about. i wanted to make another collage because it makes me feel like i’m somewhat romanticising my life [even though i only really do it to remember what i’ve done/bought] but i didn’t and still don’t have anything to stick into my book.

at 6, after feeding boris, i listened to a few songs off my new trainspotting soundtrack cd i put up some more photos. i spend barely any time at all doing this because i wanted to write in my code. it took me ages to find a plain book i could write in and after everything i still couldn’t so i decided on using the back of my old poetry book because i didn’t know whether i wanted to rip the pages out or not. anyway, for some reason i started writing about albums and copying out my fav songs from the albums in question. [shown at the end of post] i listened to so much for stardust again when i was doing this [i cant get enough]

i’m not sure how long it took me, but it took longer than usual, which is weird. i haven’t practiced my code in a few months now but once i looked at the alphabet i picked it up again practically straight away. i’m pretty proud of that actually, concidering i’ve made it 10x more complex than it needs to be. like, why did i decide that letter combos like es [etc] are completely different symbols?? anyway, i love being able to write and it be incomprehensible for everyone else apart from myself, even though i don’t tend to write secret stuff in it.

that guy that came over to drop off the speaker left at 7:40 so i was finally able to come out of my bat cave [room] and see boris, yay! i then waited for a while [while listening to danger days] until i could go on a walk with mum and dad. around this time i also noticed something medical that was concerning so now i’m going to the doctors waa — BUT, afterwards my mum handed me an envelope and guess what was inside it..

tickets to see the black charade + fell out boy!!!! [tributes that id been going on about] so that cheered me up, although i’m still anxious, about the medical thing and that in order to see them i have to stay overnight somewhere, which sounds like a petty thing to be stressed over but being away from my cat really freaks me out. i cant let anything bad happen to him.

we ended up being 50 minutes on our walk today. we went to our closest field where you can see the buildings at london and watched the sun set [it went down so fast i’ve never realised how quick it is] + i took a ton of photos. when i got home at 10 i calculated my cals [392 today] and had one of those powdered milkshakes because my entire body felt like jelly. i finished off listening to danger days and started watching beetlejuice cuz for some reason i’ve never watched it before even though tim burtons involved in it. it was really good, i love films like that. and i love sylvia, she’s so cool.

after the film had finished i napped for 10 minutes before i came up to my parents to talk and ask if boris is going to be okay [it sounds stupid i know, i’m hopefully going to be tested for OCD] and it ended up taking over 2 hours and we got into a huge argument. i really don’t blame them for being mad, i know most parents wouldn’t put up with my ‘compulsions’ every night like they do, they just dont seem to acknowledge what must be going on in my head for me to genuinely feel like i have to ask them these things in order for him to be awake in the morning.

i feel so ungrateful, though. they try so hard for me and i keep them up every night and they think i mean to. i dont even feel like whatever’s making me think i have to do these things is me at all, if that makes sense. so yeah, i spent most of the night hyperventilating until i finally went through my routine of questions and could go downstairs. then i did my teeth and said goodnight to boris. he started purring before i’d even stroked him which was adorable. he made me feel better.

have a good day/night -_<