#i deserve to enjoy weird things and so do you

[postsforposting]

fellas is it gay to expect that people not be a dick?

empathy is for the fuckin queers i guess. i shall continue hosting the devil's sacrament and riding faggots nightly until i've earned the silly little mitre

We need to stop telling people to check out of politics. Bro, you just don't want hear us bitch. Trump signed to end an anti-discriminaton act. My home state is trying to make divorce impossible. People have every right to be pissed off. Let the negativity fester. Maybe then we'll get shit done.

[twistedpink]

Ask 2/2

Friendzoned Leona trying to get OUT! Let him smash!!!

I can see a new thing (like sneaky link but more comical) being friendzoned and trying to escape for the guys.

LET HIM SMASH!! This was so fun

Friendzoned!Leona is shamelessly obsessed with you, and he hates it. Hates that he can’t treasure you like you deserve- That he’s been pushed aside again and again just for you to seek out bottom of the barrel herbivores to warm your bed and share your time. Hates that he’s been left hungry, and that you have the power to fix it. You know it, even going as far to tease him! He hates that you’re so clever..

Friendzoned!Leona that’s domestic and shit for you- because that’s what friends do, don’t they? But your other friends don’t order breakfast just the way you like, or smother you in muscle to will you for a nap. You’re pretty sure his friends don’t get that treatment,, He’s even wormed his way into sharing a bathroom! It’s so convenient, and you’re the one making it weird when you shame him for walking around shirtless. It’s his damn room, so aren’t you being a bad friend for taking up a perfectly communal space? Don’t be shy, you’re used to taking eyefulls of your other friends- How’s he any different?

Friendzoned!Leona’s tired of all your gossip and whining,, Wouldn’t you rather take your mind off it? His hand sneaks beneath your waistband, and he kisses you breathless - You say he’s beautiful. That he’s someone’s perfect match - and he’s pushed away. Like he always is, because there’s bound to be someone better. Some.. soulmate that you click with, kind and handsome,, He’s right here. You just don’t see it. It’s not like you’re taking advantage of the guy! Friendzoned!Leona just has needs that you’re,, a little unfit for. Getting into relationships is supposed to be a magical thing! Sure you cuddle, and kiss, and hang out all the time, but you could never do that with a boyfriend! You’d be too busy cuddling, and kissing, and hanging out.. Damn it. You hope he doesn’t take it the wrong way- After all, you’re such great friends! Why ruin it with labels?

Friendzoned!Leona is without a doubt, your best friend. He might not seek you out as much as you’d like, but he cares in his own way! It’s inevitable that your boyfriends go to him for advice, and isn’t he so helpful? Telling them exactly how you like to be touched, what makes you roll over or bare your fangs.. There’s no way he’s the reason your relationships are so short lived! They’re just jealous of your friendship,, It’s not his fault he’s such a good rebound >:(

Friendzoned!Leona’ll always be there for you, so there’s no need to worry your pretty head about it! When you wake up beside him after a movie marathon just don’t mind him reaching for your phone. Oh, that guy ghosted you? It’s not that weird- It’s not like he knew you. At least, not like Leona, because there’s no one who knows you that well. Keep playing footsies with him under the covers, and one day something’s bound to snap.. He’s a very patient lion, so he’s sure you’ll enjoy the change when the time comes. For now, can’t you lay off the dating? For a friend? <3

[syrma-sensei]

→ Skincare.

gif credit.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!reader.

Rating: Flufffff.

Warnings/Tags: None, domestic fluff.

Word Count: 1.02k.

Summary: You decide to give your tough boyfriend some soft skincare.

A/N: I'm planning on making my Dean taglist. Hit a comment if you want to be added. Enjoy!

No, absolutely not.

He glares at the tray of jars, tubes, and bottles you lined up on the nightstand then back at you.

I'm not a painted whore. Fake me was.

“Relax, it's not the same as putting on make-up,” You say as if you just read his goddamn mind. “This is so different. It's just skincare, makes your skin healthy and glowing!”

Dean Winchester isn't exactly the “self-care” type. His idea of skincare was splashing cold water on his face after a hunt and calling it a day. “Demons, ghosts, skinwalkers—I can handle. But cucumber-scented goop? No thanks.”

You sigh, rolling your eyes and stepping between his knees, cupping his stubbly cheeks with your hands. “But, baby… your skin deserves some treatment. You don't even have to lift a finger. Your head in my lap, and relax, okay?”

He tries to ward off the smile threatening to curl his lips. Aren't you a sweet thing? Taking care of your boyfriend. He'd be lying if it didn't appeal to him. He glimpses at the products again, pursing his lips together. He always wonders what kind of stuff you spend an hour putting on your face in the morning when you wake up, and at night before you retire to bed.

Whenever you return to the bunker from a hunt, you take a shower and spend good time on this stuff. Well, one thing he can say is… they smell good. He can tell.

He sighs through his nose, glancing from you to the tray again. "All right, fine. But if I end up smellin’ like a damn fruit salad, you owe me pie."

You grin, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Deal. Now, lay back, tough guy."

Dean does as told, his head resting in your lap with a grumble. His eyes follow your movements as you unscrew the first jar. "What's that?"

"Cleanser. Gotta get rid of all the dirt, oil, and whatever monster guts you’ve been collecting on your skin."

He smirks. "Sounds sexy when you say it like that."

You roll your eyes but smile as you massage the cool cleanser into his skin. His eyelids droop almost immediately. "See? Not so bad, huh?"

He hums in response, the tension in his jaw easing under your fingertips. You move with gentle precision, running a warm cloth over his face to wipe away the cleanser.

"Okay, next up: toner."

Dean’s eyes crack open. "Sounds like something you’d put in a printer."

"It tightens your pores, smartass." You tap his nose with the cotton pad before swiping it across his skin.

He groans when the cool sensation hits. "Mmm. Feels nice, actually."

"Thought you'd say that."

“Y’know if Sammy walks in and sees this crap on my face, I’m never hearing the end of it.”

“Oh, I’m definitely taking pictures for blackmail.”

As you continue with the serums and moisturizer, Dean gradually slips into that calm, content state he rarely lets himself indulge in. When you reach for the last step—eye cream—he peeks at you again.

"What’s that one for?"

"Dark circles. Gotta keep you looking young and fresh."

"Sweetheart, I hunt monsters for a livin’ minus the money. The only way I’ll look fresh is if you dunk me in holy water and pray for a miracle."

You snort, dabbing the cream around his eyes with your pinky. "Well, you're still the most handsome guy I've ever laid eyes on. Crow's feet and all."

Dean huffs out a laugh. "Flatterer."

Once you’re done, you sit back to admire your work. His face is clean, glowing, and—though he’d never admit it—soft as hell. You lean down, pressing a kiss to his temple.

"All done. How do you feel?"

Dean sits up, rubbing his hands over his face with a thoughtful frown. "Weird… but nice." He stretches his neck and catches his reflection in the motel mirror. His eyes widen slightly. "Damn. Look at me. I got the skin of a freakin’ K-pop star."

You burst into laughter, collapsing against his chest as he pulls you in with a smirk. His lips brush against your ear as he murmurs, "Okay, okay… maybe this skincare thing ain’t so bad. Long as I get the lap pillow every time."

"Every time," you promise, already planning the next session.

And later that night, when you cuddle into his chest and breathe in the faint scent of citrus and cedarwood lingering on his skin, Dean Winchester decides self-care might not be such a pain in the ass after all.

Dean’s sprawled on the couch in the bunker’s library, half-asleep, when Sam walks in with a thick book in hand. Sam pauses mid-step, does a double-take, and slowly lowers the book.

"Dean…what the hell is on your face?"

Dean cracks one eye open. "What’re you talkin’ about?"

Sam points at the faint, greenish tint around Dean’s nose and cheeks. "That. You’ve got...something. Is that a face mask?"

Dean bolts upright and swipes at his face, groaning. "Son of a—she said it was clear!"

From the hallway, you peek around the corner, stifling laughter. "I said it dries clear, babe. It needs, like, five more minutes."

Sam stares at Dean. "You're sitting here…with a face mask…in the middle of the day?"

Dean runs a hand down his face, smearing the clay further. "It's a detox mask, okay? Clears out toxins."

Sam blinks, deadpan. "Right. Detox. From all the…demon goo?"

Dean glares at him. "Laugh it up, Sammy. My skin’s gonna look ten years younger. You’ll still look like you slept in a ditch."

Sam can't even respond. He just whips out his phone and snaps a picture.

"Delete that," Dean growls.

"No chance," Sam says, walking away with a grin.

Dean flops back down with a groan, rubbing his face again.

"Stop touching it!" you scold, walking over with a damp washcloth. "You're ruining my hard work."

Dean mutters something about hunters not needing spa days but obediently lets you wipe his face clean.

And later that evening, when Sam shows Dean the edited photo with the words "Self-Care Queen" in pink cursive across the bottom, Dean vows to never trust you—or clay masks—again.

[brotherwtf]

cooking up a teacher au with @hogans-heroes lmao

John who's the baseball coach/gym/health teacher, he loves working with the kids and helping them integrate into high school/becoming their own person, but also knows that gym is always such a weird fucking class to do that so he does his best to make sure everyone is doing smth they enjoy

it isn't easy those first few weeks, but things start to change when the kids who didn't speak a word the first week start forming friendships, walking in with friends and just so so happy to tell John about the new librarian they were just talking with, and John thinks he may need to pay this librarian a visit so he can thank them for helping make the kids more comfortable

they meet officially at back to school night, John's sauntering around and being annoying when his eyes lock on a table with a big stack of books and the most beautiful man John has ever laid eyes on sitting behind the table, looking uninterested and almost a little shy with all of the parents milling around and John makes a fucking beeline for him so a parent doesn't swoop in and talk to this angel

all big and confident with his hand thrust forward "I'm coach Egan but everyone calls me Bucky" and the man looks at him with an unamused expression, shakes his hand and raises his eyebrows like John's failing a test that he didn't know he was taking

"I'm Gale, I'm the new librarian" he says, voice deep with a slight southern drawl and fuck, John is really really starting to see the appeal of this new librarian

insert lovely banter where John's like "you don't look like a Gale" and christens him Buck and Gale can't help but smile, hiding it behind his delicate hand as John just straight up makes a fool out of himself

"listen, Buck, I have no idea what's so special about you but the kids are eating it up. I gotta say, I really do appreciate you making them feel so comfortable at school during their day" John says and goddamn the flush that spreads across Gale's cheeks is as beautiful as a sunset

"it's my job, I love helping the kids and providing a space for them to be excited about learning. that's why I wanted to do this in the first place" Gale says and John's heart swells, both with utmost respect and because Gale just rolled his sleeves up his forearms and John can't help but ogle

anyway John finds himself spending his lunch breaks with Gale in the library, bothering him and being annoying as per usual but Gale finds it so endearing, tidying the papers that John messes up on purpose and stifling his laugh at John's dumb jokes, man these bitches are in love fr

and John sees how much of an impact Gale has on the kids, he nurtures each and every one of them into wanting to learn, wanting to explore, giving them space to become their own people, and John thinks he falls in love with Gale a little bit more every day

Gale who thinks he's unlovable, which is why he throws himself into the work of providing a space for the kids to learn, always giving and giving and giving and never taking, but John teaches Gale that he does deserve love, that the kids are happy bcs of Gale and John is so so so in love with Gale, so much so that he proposes to Gale at prom, in front of all of the kids who have been impacted for the better by the both of them... and Gale has never felt more loved in his entire life

[secretmarvelsideblog]

Give me insecure Irondad! Lemme set the scene:

Happy calls Peter just as class gets out, tells him to meet him at the back exit to get picked up. As they drive off, Peter notices a crowd of reporters out front. Happy explains that someone leaked the fact that Peter is Tony’s personal intern and the press managed to track down Peter’s personal details. May has already been taken to the tower and is waiting for them.

Tony and Pepper sic their lawyers on the press and eventually, things calm down. Peter and May go back to their apartment and things move on, only Tony can’t stop thinking about it. About how this only happened because of him, because one of his staff snitched, because of his fame and his money. How Peter would be better off without him. And Peter’s a genius, so obviously he’s figured this out by now too, and Tony can just see it all.

He can see Peter dipping out of their hangout more and more often. No more movie nights, no more working on Tony’s cars or building Lego sets, no more casual bonding time. After that, Peter will start to cancel their lab days too, first once a week, then twice, then he’ll tell Tony he’s taken an internship at Oscorp or Hammertech, somewhere he knows Tony’s influence can’t keep destroying his life. And Tony will let him go, because he knows it’s for the best. He knows he doesn’t deserve Peter, never has and never will.

But still, Tony is selfish. Tony is so selfish that he’ll do anything to make Peter stay. So he starts doing more dangerous, more ‘cool’ things in the lab with Peter, starts giving him more ridiculous upgrades for his suit and web shooters, even buys him a car and lets the him take a joyride in an Iron Man suit in the same day. And that’s when Peter stops enjoying himself and really notices that something is wrong with his father figure mentor.

Because from an outsider perspective, Tony isn’t doing well. Now that Peter’s really paying attention, he notices that Tony’s eye bags are worse than ever, that he’s gotten thinner. And Peter, because he’s a genius, connects the dots and traces this all back to the PR freakout. He doesn’t quite put everything together, though, until one night when he accidentally leaves his homework in the lab and comes back for it, and his super-heating overhears a sleep deprived (and maybe drunk) Tony talking to DUM-E or FRIDAY about how he’s going to miss Peter so much when he finally decides that Tony’s more trouble than he’s worth.

Peter comes back to the lab, hugs Tony and says “I’m not going anywhere.” Cue Tony having the full on breakdown that’s been coming, passing out and waking up in the medbay to a ticked off (and concerned) Pep and Rhodey and a Spiderkid who’s practically bouncing off the walls with nerves. Cue a chewing out from Pep and Rhodey, followed by Peter being like “I meant what I said, I’m not leaving no matter how much trouble you are, wanna know why?”

And Tony’s like “Lay it on me” but inside he’s like ‘it’s probably the money, but that’s okay. If that’s what it takes to make him stay at least I get to have this amazing kid in my life’.

And Peter’s like “My dad died when I was little, and Ben, well, he was an amazing uncle, the best, and he was more than that. He raised me, but then he died too. It was just me and May, but then you started mentoring me and I guess I started to see you filling that hole. I really look up to you, and well, I guess what I’m saying is you’re way more than a mentor to me, I mean, if you wanna be. I’m sticking around as long as you’ll have me, Mr. Stark.”

And damnit, Tony just woke up and he’s crying again. Peter’s been way more than a mentee too, but Tony didn’t want to weird the kid out and risk pushing him away. Now that he knows Peter feels the same though…

“Get over here Roos,” he says, and Peter gingerly curls up next to him in the medbay bed, and if FRIDAY takes pictures and sends them to Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, and May, then no one has to know.

[bee-cringe]

If you hate one your past self for liking dsmp don't even talk to me, in fact, if you hate on your past self for being "cringe" or "weird" I think you should think about why you're doing that, is this really what makes you happy? Hating on yourself for daring to find joy in something?

[ophanstears]

🍀

I know that Clover's gender is up to interpretation (the devs DID say so themselves) but I still feel weird when people make them exclusively male or female LOL Like it's TECHNICALLY fine??? but it leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

more in tags as usual because I am a yapper. i am so sorry for having strong opinions about gender and representation. i am usually more fun than this 🥲🥲🥲🥲

[dailykugisaki]

Day 127 | id in alt

They hangin out on a building fr.

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

the heist!mark brainrot is consuming me…, just imagine mark n the viewer meeting for the first time as little kids to shoplift candy or smth together ╥﹏╥

the (brain)rot consumes!! I can relate

my dear anon... LISTEN. I am a big advocate for childhood friends captaineer, it's one of my favourite headcanons, but a childhood friends AU for the heist partners? that's something I hadn't considered until now. and it's adorable. I had to write something for it asap because I was INSPIRED. I hope you enjoy💖 thanks for sparking the idea!

Heist!Mark x reader (not explicitly romantic at all it's more about the friendship in this one) | Words: 1,317

You are in the kitchen of your shared home base, unloading the groceries your heist partner has just bought, when you pick up a bag of sour candies, smiling quietly to yourself. He's always been a fan of them.

Turning the packet in your hands, an old memory drifts to the surface of your mind:

You don't remember exactly how long ago it was, but you couldn't have been much older than maybe ten.

Your father was busy working, and had reluctantly sent you to the store with a small list after you insisted you could handle it on your own.

You slipped the folded piece of paper out of your school bag and scanned the list of items. At the bottom was a note that read, ‘Remember to stay hydrated, kiddo! :)’

You walked around the supermarket collecting the few things on your list and placed them in your trolley. On your way to the checkout, you passed through the candy aisle and slowed to eye the products on display.

‘Aren't you going to get anything?’

Your head perked up, shocked at the sudden voice addressing you.

There was a boy next to you with dark hair, looking at you inquisitively. He seemed to be about your age. He might have even been slightly shorter than you.

You must have been standing here for longer than you realised if it had prompted him to ask you about it.

You shook your head.

‘Why not?’

‘Oh, um. My dad only gave me enough money for what we need,’ you said timidly, showing him the list.

‘Ohh, that's too bad.’ Then, a small yet undeniably mischievous smile appeared on his face. He glanced discreetly up and down the aisle. ‘You know you can just — ’ and he took one of the small packets of candy off the shelf and slipped it swiftly into his pocket.

Your eyes went wide, stunned. Both from the fact that he was suggesting you steal, and at the speed and subtly with which he'd enacted the crime, as if he'd done it dozens of times before, if not more.

‘What are you doing?’ you spoke in a harsh whisper.

‘It's no big deal,’ he said in a lower voice than before, but one that still felt entirely too loud. He slipped another bag into his pocket.

You did not want to associate with this boy any longer.

You pushed your trolley away and towards the checkout, handing your items to the cashier.

You were unhappy to find the boy waiting for you when you exited the store, shopping bag in your hand.

‘What do you want?’ you asked, a little standoffishly, frowning at him.

‘There's no need to be rude,’ he said with a small pout. ‘Y'know, I think I might have seen you at school a few times.’

To your dismay, he followed along as you started walking home. When you pressed him, he simply said, ‘Hey, I'm not following you! I live down this way too, I promise!’

As the two of you walked, he chatted annoyingly by your side. What was more annoying was that you found you didn't mind his presence. You were a quiet kid and you didn't have many friends. Having someone to walk home with you was kind of a nice change of pace.

Just as you thought this, though, you immediately chided yourself mentally. You and him were not friends. You weren't going to be friends. This boy was a criminal and he wasn't even sorry about it.

You frowned in thought.

Oh no, what if he got caught? What if you went to juvenile jail for being an accomplice to theft? What would Dad say? What would Mom say? What if—’

‘Hey, are you listening to me? You haven't responded to anything I'm saying.’

You simply sighed as he pulled you out of your thoughts.

‘Are you still mad about the candy? I told you it's not a big deal.’

You stopped as you realised you were approaching your front door. The journey seemed to have gone a little faster than usual.

‘Really?’ you finally replied in an exasperated tone. ‘That was no big deal for you? That was stealing. Stealing is wrong.’ You couldn't believe you had to spell it out to him.

‘They won't notice a couple tiny bags of candy are gone. My mom says big companies that own supermarkets are greedy. They make loads of money anyway and don't pay enough taxes.’

‘Does your mom know you're a thief?’

‘W- well, no, but-’

‘That’s what I thought.’

He looked a little disheartened.

‘Please don't tell anyone. I'm sorry if I upset you,’ he said quietly, looking down.

You hadn't really expected an apology from someone like him. You sighed again.

‘I won't tell, but don't expect me to just go along with it. And don't act like we're best buds all of a sudden. We don't know each other. You don't even know my name!’

‘Well, what's your name?’

You gave him a slightly surprised look before telling him your name, albeit hesitantly.

‘Look, I have to get going now…’

You fumbled with the shopping bag as you reached into your coat pocket, feeling for the house key, when you suddenly felt something that wasn't there before. It made a crinkling sound beneath your touch.

‘You didn't.’ You pulled the candy out of your pocket. ‘When did you—?’

The boy grinned at you.

‘I thought you could have one of mine.’

‘I don't want your stolen candy!’

‘Judging by how you looked at it earlier, I think you do. And besides, stolen treats taste better!’ he called out, already walking away.

‘Wh- SHH!’ You hoped none of your neighbours had heard.

‘I'm Mark by the way! See ya, buddy!’

You stood outside the front door, dumbfounded.

Finally you let yourself in. Your dad wouldn't be home yet for a while.

You put the shopping away and sat down at your kitchen table, staring at the stolen goods in front of you.

You could try to put it back but… that would be more suspicious.

You figured, the deed had been done. There was nothing you could do now, so you may as well make the most of it.

You tore the edge of the packet and popped one of the candies in your mouth, savouring the sweet and sour combination on your tongue.

Maybe Mark was right. It did taste extra good. But maybe it was just because you'd been craving it.

What a weird kid.

‘Stealing is wrong, huh…?’ you mumble under your breath. You look down at the candy in your hands. It's not the same brand as the one from back then, but you imagine it tastes more or less the same, from what you remember.

Present day Mark is the one to pull you out of your musings.

‘Hey, what's with that face you're making? I know that look, buddy. Are you contemplating your life choices??’

You chuckle softly.

‘Just… got reminded of something. I suppose I got lost in nostalgia for a moment.’

‘Oh yeah? Penny for your thoughts?’

You turn and smile at him.

‘This just made me think of an annoying little boy stealing candy from a supermarket. And his reluctant acquaintance who ended up getting dragged into his antics for the foreseeable future.’

It takes a second for it to click.

‘Ohhhhh.’ You watch as realisation turns to him smiling fondly at the memories, which turns to him snapping his attention to you with a fake-offended look.

You laugh at his expression.

‘Wait, hey! Annoying?!’

‘Mhm.’

‘Excuse you, I was a wonderful, sweet and positively charming child.’

Your laughter rings out in the kitchen, full of mirth, and he shakes his head at you with a familiar lopsided grin, and you are so grateful for the cheeky little boy who approached you that day.

[idonthaveacontract]

Please say your "main controversial female character opinion". Coward. :)

hmmm it's about my personal level of interest in Joan which is not very high even though I generally like her and she has many incredible moments. But I feel really disconnected from the general fervor surrounding her both on here and tbh society-wide and I'm kind of cynical in thinking that's coming from a place of uhhhh people not actually appreciating her for her strength of character if you know what I mean. The next time I rewatch intentionally I'd like to focus more on her so I could hopefully make more posts that lead to a more humanized and not so girlboss-y conversation around her because as it is idk the way the notes of my posts about her read is just off to me compared to every other character. I don't think it's wrong of me or anyone to just say "I don't connect with this character as much as the others" which is how I would generally characterize my feelings towards her but I also think there's a lot there I haven't leaned into just because I don't really get anything from the typical discussions around her because they're kind of hollow to me so I would say that's both an indictment of me not trying the way I do with other characters and the culture kind of sucking. badly.

[autism-corner]

oki

[moonchild-in-blue]

I need our best friend Mr. Adam Ross to come through with those flower crown pictures because I cannot function right now.

(also if they decide to give ii one as well I'll legitimately pass away)

[f1owermoon]

sorry i just. need to rant for a second

[jungleboy-cruise]

Bad news lads.... i didn't like the Barbie movie.

I'm gonna rant about my take in the tags please don't send me messages for why I'm wrong this was my personal take away if you don't like it and it makes you mad please just block me.

[fluffylandshark]

Edit: I am playing devils advocate here solely because I see nobody else defending this harmless, if a bit annoying behavior

Question: why are you upset about people liking your stuff. Because they don't actively share it with others? Am I obligated to tell everyone I know "hey look at this cool art I found" the moment I like your art. Would you rather I don't even tell you that I like it at all? I understand telling people that likes don't work the same here as they do on twitter but telling people that only liking something without reblogging it to is upsetting feels kinda weird, not gonna lie. You're getting upset over people COMPLEMENTING you because they didn't reblog you. That's like yelling at someone who complements your fanfic on AO3 because they didn't share a link to it with their friends.

Your example is 55 likes and 2 reblogs. You see that only two out of 55 people who liked this post reblogged it. I see that 55 people liked what they saw and 2 of them even said "everyone should see this". None of these people were obligated to do any of that. You're not entitled to either likes or reblogs(edit: they aren't entitled to your art either). I would like for people to just give me a million dollars, but they aren't obligated to give me any, so I'm happy when my dad gives me 50 dollars as a birthday present. If someone showed me they like what I made, even if it was just pressing a button, I would be happy. Is it important to you that many people ENJOY your art or is it more important that many people SEE your art.

You know who else cares more about how many people consume their product than how beloved it is: Corporations like Disney. This attitude is part of the reason why some of the best shows in recent years were neglected or even cancelled by their networks. Why so much media is bland and samey trying to follow the same old formula of success rather than doing something interesting and fun. If you measure the worth of your art solely by how many people have seen it, you start to lose sight of arts primary purposes: self expression and carying a message/feeling into the heart of the people who see it.

people moving to tumblr from twitter please fucking reblog art likes literally dont do anything except make the artist upset bc they have 2 reblogs and 55 likes

[exoexid]

he does deserve that spot he's crazy and evil they're perfect for each other but more importantly he should kill that man <3