#i mean that shit

[half-oz-eddie]

"You already know that I'm interested" is such a powerful line for me because it says so many things: I still like you, I never stopped liking you, I'm interested in seeing where this goes, I also want to know what that something with you could be, I'm actually taking this seriously.

Tommy is not dating just to date. This shit is for real.

[goatedgreen]

id like to say a special thank you to yachi hitoka's gayness for allowing her brain to switch off long enough in the presence of a pretty girl that she agreed to join the volleyball club and changed the trajectory of the show forever

[queer-reader-07]

sometimes i remember that Rick Riordan made the dedication in the Sun and the Star "to all the Nicos, Wills, and Pipers, and everyone in between: this is for you" and then i'm like "Piper is queer. Nico is queer. Will is queer. my childhood is queer. IM queer." and then i like sit and think about my life and how wonderful it is to exist in queer communities

[are-we-really-doing-this]

I don’t think words could describe how much Brody King means to me right now

[whatever-dude]

Catch tk walking in nyfw

[slaycheer]

          𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍         it   was   a   concept   witnessed   through   television   screens.   an   unlikely   group   or   dastardly   duo   with   varying   backstories   that   end   up   EMBRACING   due   to   a   common   denominator.   would   cunningham   be   a   MOTHER   ?   the   idea   crossed   mind   the   very   moment   the   two   had   interacted.   it   made   the   cheerleader   wonder   if   this   is   what   MATERNAL INSTINCTS   were.   to   NURTURE   /   PROTECT   /   INFLUENCE.   this   thought   brought   with   it   another,   more   somber   one         did   laura cunningham   ever   feel   such   a   way   ?  

          max   mayfield   did   not   deserve   the   cards   dealt   to   her.   then   again   neither   had   you.   but   while   it   may   be   too   late   for   someone   to   coddle   and   shield   you   from   the   HORRORS   that   go   beyond   HAWKINS HIGH,   maybe   you   be   the   person   you   wish   you   had.   if   that   isn’t   too   OVERBEARING   or   intrusive.

          ❛   that’s   what   sleepovers   are   for,   i   think.   ❜     words   whispered   softly   as   the   stroke   of   brush   coats   the   younger   girl’s   fingernail   in   turquoise   polish.   smile   is   playful   as   curve   of   delicate   fingernail   swipes   at   edge   to   clear   the   smudge.     ❛   i’d   miss   you   more   for   sure.   ❜     with   two   pairs   of   feet   clad   in   FUZZY SOCKS   and   a   tray   that   holds   two   ceramic   cups   of   hot   chocolate,   it’s   then   that   chrissy   thinks   :   i’d   be   the   big   sister.

@de2thletter​ said   :   i know i’d miss you ,  if i left right now . - max

[megamindsecretlair]

One of the day ones who welcomed me on this app, left and I cried so hard. I hope she comes back. I miss her 😩😩😩

online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.

[miraclemaya]

this is problematic of me (joke) but i really enjoy the splashing of french into english speech or writing. just adds a pizzazz

[cruelnemothesis]

[eurekq]

Love and light to marcille but she has the worst fucking opinions on God's good earth

[waterme-stories]

Another post mentioned it might be, and yes! That's definitely the same Leyendecker dressing gown!!!

Interview with the Vampire | 2x08 “And That's The End of It. There's Nothing Else”

[a-sweeter-solarsystem]

take my hand for a moment

your objective from this point on is to survive

the election results are going to take a few days. The world is going to be very tense. I want you to take all the things you like to do to distract yourself and splurge on them. I want you to go eat your favroite foods and spend time with friends. I want you to do what you gotta do to make sure you can make it through the week.

There are people out there who want you to survive. There are people out there who are just as scared as you are.

We'll get through this. We will find a way

[turbo-autism]

will forever love ryoko kui for depicting spooky evil laios despite him not actually having a villain arc

like thank you. i needed this. laios would never, and yet we have been fed anyway. ah dungeon meshi, as they say. do you get me.

[satorus-leftarm]

fr

[clarisimart]

be careful what you wish for, Fordsy

commission info here

[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.