#how am i supposed to focus

[hannigramislife]

Me, 18 years old: Oh, God, wangxian love each other so much, they are soulmates, their love has survived the worst of trials, they stood by each other when no one else would, Wei Wuxian has done nothing wrong, ever,–

Me, 21 years old: Oh, God, Wei Wuxian, what did you do? How am I supposed to be happy for them when there's. So. Much. Pain– Jin Ling lost so much while so young. Nie Huaisang had a reality check in the worst ways. The Wens were a casualty of war. Oh, poor A-Yuan. Oh, God, Jiang Cheng– Jiang Cheng, you were hurting, it was never your fault, you are enough, Meng Yao, stop–!

[the-eyes-of-andyserkis]

He got a haircut and I'm lightly losing my mind. 😳

[usetheforce]

Should i start drinking now i have a report for my boss due tomorrow

[thelikesofus]

how am I supposed to just go to work under these conditions

the conditions: new 9-1-1 stills just dropped

[jm-chrome]

LET THEM BE SO SWEET AND UNBEARABLE

[angelumcaedis]

if I could turn off the bg3 brain rot for a few hours so I can focus on my Actual Job That Pays Real Money that would be GREAT

[vesvosmozhno]

Get. Him. Off. My. Blog!!!

[linkerbell]

GOD I HOPE THIS BRAINROT STICKS FOR A BIT ITS BEEN SO FUCKING LONG

Brainrot courtesy of @beautysnake for dragging me into narilamb hell 🐑❤️🐈‍⬛

[persona-brainrot-real]

Sae Niijima is such a good character it drives me insane a little. She's not a mother nor a maternal or doting older sister but instead a twenty four year old who was thrown into a position of responsibility that she never asked for. She loves Makoto just as much as she resents her and its so apparent every time they talk up until November. "Are you studying?" (I want you to do well) (I need you to get a job and stop making my life harder) "I'll use any method necessary to get this promotion" (Life will be easier for us) (So stop distracting me with your problems) "Focus on your future" (I know that you're capable) (I can't afford to waste my time on you, so stop wasting time on others)

Makoto is not only the sole reason she pushes as hard as she does for a promotion, for success, and the reason that she loses herself in her animosity over her fathers death, but also someone she can't stand for so long. Makoto was 14-15 when their father died. Sae was 21. As soon as she got the career she wanted and things started to look up, her stability was robbed from her and she was disillusioned with the system that her father had taught her to rely on and completely adhere to. How do you manage, the daughter of a cop, following his footsteps towards law enforcement, when you're suddenly reminded of how unfair it is? You can't quit, your little sister relies on you and she's so young and struggling just as badly with this grief. So you pick yourself up and you get moving again. You push harder, press further. You abandon your morals and your ethics because punishing criminals (guilty or not) is almost like punishing the man who killed your father.

And the whole time she's fighting for promotions, going for drinks with the SIU Director to make herself more favourable for promotions, trying to navigate being a woman in a competitive, suffocating, male-dominated field, falling behind despite doing so much where others are promoted for doing so little - all the while your little sister comes back from school and her biggest issues are so small compared to yours.

Persona 5 revolves so heavily around grief and loss and change and Sae embodies all of that so well, all of the sharp and unpleasant and jagged parts of grief.

[gamoraswonder]

[cuberry]

hello 911? i’d like to report a dead body. it’s me. i’ve died.

[eggnoodles0up]

just got my physical Magnus Archives TTRPG book and its SO COOL AAAAAAAGH

[tvmusiclife]

ALEX MORGAN RETIREMENT ON A RANDOM THURSDAY MORNING CHECK ON YOUR WOSO FRIENDS WE ARE NOT WELL

[elvisqueso]

He said he has ten tracks????

[0bticeo]

oooh but to be pinned down against the panel control by alastor during that one scene in stayed gone. maybe you're one of his contracted souls. maybe you're one of the poor souls seeking redemption. maybe you're one of his friends, if the radio demon has such a thing. maybe you're playing spy for vox. doesn't matter - you're here during his showdown with vox.

his façade drops. you take a step back, until your hip hits the control panels. there's nowhere to run. not with him looming over you. his ever-present smile stretches impossibly wide, fangs bared, hot breath fanning your skin. saliva trickles down his gaping maw. your breath hitches when it hits the tender skin of your neck, lips parting in a silent gasp.

"i'm gonna make you wish that i'd stayed gone."

his body contorts and stretches, limbs elongating until he encases you, studies you - pupils like radio dials emerging from a pool of black. he's close. too close. oh, and he's pissed.

you've never seen something as terribly beautiful as him.

his claws dig in your chin, craning up your neck just short of humanely possible until you meet his stare. he sings, still, static digging into your very bones until it steals your breath away, until it's only you and the radio demon watching you like you're his last meal. oh, and he's snarling his verse, voice dripping with venom as he goes, as you drown into him.

there's a distorted chuckle in his voice, the richness of his laughter merging with that of his audience's.

"oh, this will be fun."

[amid-fandoms]

i'm sooo normal about phil going blonde to look younger and more innocent and more angelic and now having us absolutely fully wrapped around his finger on that front too. yes he is an angel and no i am not scared to fight dan howell idc if he's 10 feet tall that walmart crowley needs to step aside