#i am not feeling good

[sexual-relations-with-ur-mum]

[lavender-bea]

I’m happy Lando got pole, but I’m also scared for his safety because Max might just rear end him for shits and giggles

[localplaguenurse]

“Surely nothing bad will happen if I listen to my horror podcast before bedtime,” I think to myself, the lone adult, one of two people in the house, before turning on all the lights

[sapphicfeedist]

trying to remind myself that i am one of the hot fat girls i admire

[consolecadet]

Huge shout out to my past self for knowing that the level of dinner-cooking complexity I’d be able to handle by the end of the week was “boxed mac and cheese with hot dogs and peas”

[fairyysoup]

eddie munson my weed smoking girlfriend save me

[shouts-into-the-void]

Life is so fun, sometimes you will call out of work because you are in horrible pain and then when you would be going to work you will suddenly not be in pain anymore and then you get to have anxiety because taking off means less money and more points towards the point system and also work denied the PTO request that would fix that even though there is an option for "sick" when you put it in because the company you work for hates all of its employees

[thelikesofus]

please

911 Fox | Eddie POV | 6x11 spec | 195 Words

The weight of Buck’s hand has become familiar to Eddie and he hates it. He hates that he could find each of Buck’s callouses from memory, hates that if he squeezes hard enough he can almost feel the pulse in Buck’s veins, and he hates that Buck never squeezes back. 

The way Buck’s eyelashes brush against the tops of his cheeks has become familiar too, as has the pale scar along the base of his chin, and the smooth edges of his birthmark. He could probably draw it if someone asked him to. 

Eddie has become familiar with the smallest details of Buck’s features and yet he is starting to forget. He is forgetting what his smile looked like, where the creases around his eyes would fold into place, and the others colors amongst the blue of his eyes. 

There is a hole in his gut that has been gaping and yearning from the instant he recognized Buck’s limp form hanging from the extended arm of the ladder truck until this moment as he sits next to Buck’s bedside, his lifeless hand clutched between Eddie’s palms. As he begs to a universe who has never listened.

“Please.”

"Please, he's mine"

"I need him back."

"I need him"

[distinguished-rave-moth]

Autistics who love nuwho but hate change (and also hate Disney) how we feeling out there tonight.

[noaestheticacademic]

2024 PhD applicants how we feeling out there tonight

[lilundeadarchangel]

I need to tell this to my lovely suburra tumblr okay

I had this dream yesterday night,and Spadino was there,and he had this intricate mix of black tattoos on his chest and back and honestly he was so freaking beautiful

Just imagine SPADINO WITH TATTOOS.

I would die.

[maliceofminds]

YOU HAVE A NINE TO FIIIVE SOO I TAKE THE NIIIGHTT SHIFT

[just-ur-average-egg]

hey sorry I haven’t been posting, I’ve been really busy, hoping to start posting more again soon

[hydrosspyross]

Experiencing a fucked brain moment

I did something that is not that big a deal but i have been rehashing it to the point i feel physically sick

[sharknosed]

my mental state? never been worse. my obsession with the raven cycle? never been more intense

[minyicho]

i just randomly thought about my internet footprint and have been struck with a great sense of dread