#i screamed and then puked. like literally.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

OMA I DON’T DESERVE YOU THIS IS ABSOLUTELY AMAZING

I’M DEAD. COMPLETELY DEAD. OVERWHELMED AND HAPPY AND EVEN GOT A LITTLE TEARY EYED AND ABSOLUTELY BLOWN AWAY BY YOUR TALENT THIS IS INCREDIBLE

(I’m also dead from work so I’m kind of incoherent BUT WATCH ME SCREAM IN THE TAGS ANYWAY)

THANK YOU I LOVE YOU 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

" Impa felt her heart break once more, but it also spurred her to speak again, and she moved her hand from his back to his cheek, making him look at her. “I love you dearly, Link. And I… I will take care of you. All I ask is that you… you live. Please, love. If for nothing or no one else, for me. Just… just live.” "

Link to the fic!

Happy late birthday to my dearest friend @skyloftian-nutcase !! 🎉🎉🎉 I hope I did your request justice, love❤️ you are so so important to me🫂

[socalledfreethinker]

my life is trying desperately to beat any joy out of my heart and soul and girls. life is winning

[alwaysrunningoutoftime]

ao3 sydcarmy writers you are gods gift to this world for preparing me for all this angst and getting me very excited. carmy resorting to his emp ways. sydneys snark and contempt. the partnership agreement. sydney contemplating the agreement. “so that you can push me and I can push you.” sydney at nat and pete’s house. berzatto in laws: sydney and pete interacting. the tension between sydcarmy in the kitchen. “if it’s not perfect it doesn’t go out.” sydney shaking the hand of the cdc from ever’s. “why are you doing this” “we’re gonna get a star” “i thought that was a trap”. “you need to calm down” “this is what you wanted right” AND THAT FUCKING LOOK. its straight out of a fanfic.

[emeraldbabygirl]

EXCUSE ME SIR???? I WANT HIS WAIST SO FUCKING BAD OMG DONT BE CUNTY WITHOUT MEEEE 😩

THE FIT IS ABSOLUTE FIRE AND HIS WAIST OH MY GOD SOUL AND JONGSEOB WHO? (I’m kidding btw I still want their waists) I WANNA BE HIM @13th-floor-in-moonstone SO GENDERRDRRR LIKE SIR SPARE SOME SLAY FIERCE CUNTY DIVA FOR THE REST OF US I’M SO JEALOUS I WANNA BE HIM SO I CAN HAVE A PRETTY WAIST OMGGGGG SLAYYYYY

[mako-neexu]

guda gets stabbed in the chest- right where their heart is by of course cagliostro literally and figuratively then admitting hes an apostle haha. while the cg looks really good <3 there should have been more blood imo

(but i guess the mystic code must be really tough? cagliostrio did stab them quickly before hassan could defend them so there must have at least been a spurt of blood from the front... but there was an effect earlier (spurt of blood) before this cg...so its probably from the mouth..)

[leonsliga]

*squealing uncontrollably*

[blueberrybanee]

It's 11:50 pm and 10 mins ago, me & two other friends just finished a discord call where we (very out of sync btw) sang along to Careless Whisper by George Michael, Hands Up! By 6arelyhuman & Down To The Bone by JT Music after watching Across The Spiderverse. ??? I think we're insane

@linminty @white-knight7255 sorry for laughing my ass off loud as fuck in your ears over monkey gifs and my terrible misspellings, making fun of Miguel O'Hara running, screaming like a chained demon over the movie cliffhanger, randomly fucking dying over literally nothing & eating and drinking very loudly 💙

(@twixedworlds wish you could've been there but on the other hand maybe it's good you didn't get yer eardrums blown out by me💙)

[syrenki]

does anybody know how to manage arachnophobia? i'm physically shaking, covered in snot and tears, tired, but unable to go to sleep because i don't know where the spider in my room went

[zaiinab]

my baby sister is so ill it’s genuinely scaring me

[the-acid-pear]

Yall dont even know how badly down i was for this guy back in the day. Mf had me eating off the palm of his hand.

[spacebunslewis]

Experienced the worst bus ride ever today i was abt to start crying

[youaremysunshine-court]

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[notdrifting]

went there just for a simple mri and ended up being hospitalised and under observation till nighttime due to ✨severe pain✨

[riaki]

IM GOING FUCKINF INSANE

aki who realizes your coworkers are trying to get you drunk on a night out and starts to casually switch his empty/half drank glasses with you. at the end of the night your coworkers congratulate you for being able to handle so much alcohol while scolding aki for being so drunk with so little. now you’re walking around the empty streets of roppongi with this 190cm guy hanging on your shoulder trying not to trip and listening to him scold you for being naive and not realizing how pretty you are

[cocomere]

I see so much MCYT/DSMP fanart and I get Worried(tm) that I accidentally tag the characters as the content creators and vise-versa

this is an irrational fear, I know. Most artists Will Not Notice. BUT WHAT IF THEY DO, the anxious little worms in my brain cry out. BUT WHAT IF THEY NOTICE AND ARE OFFENDED AND HATE YOU FOREVER??

I try to look at the artist's original tags but this is not always as enlightening as I would hope.

[idiopathicsmile]

School Gymnastics: A Tragicomedy

So one day when we were in third grade, our P.E. teacher divided us into girls and boys. (I don’t remember what the boys had to do. Wrestling? Tackle football? I don’t know, probably not at age nine, but that’s not the point. Gladiatorial combat? I still don’t really understand kids’ sports.)

What matters for this story is that all the girls had to do gymnastics. Now—and I suspect this won’t surprise you if you know literally anything about me—I was always terrible at any form of school athletics. I am intensely, almost impressively uncoordinated. This doesn’t affect my life much at 36, but it was often a miserable way to be a kid. The only playground game I liked was playing pretend, because when you are playing pretend, you don’t have a bunch of people ostensibly on your side screaming in your ear, “Pretend faster! Pretend over there! Pretend with greater accuracy!”

Anyway, gymnastics and my clumsy, doughy little body. I couldn’t do a cartwheel. I couldn’t do a backwards somersault. I couldn't do any of it. We had an entire unit on this business and I literally did not learn how to even safely attempt a single move besides the log roll (lie flat and roll sideways on your belly). In retrospect, this seems like maybe it was in part a teaching problem, not a me problem, but that’s actually not the point either.

The point is, at the end of the unit, we were told to divide ourselves into little teams and choreograph a group gymnastics routine. My group, faced with my long list of limitations (more limitation than girl, really) decide my role will be to just forwards-somersault around the rest of the group as they do their moves. (This is itself kind of embarrassing but trust me, it is but the appetizer.) My friend Ashley has the Lion King soundtrack and we all agree that it is a great choice. The movie has only come out a couple of years earlier, and it of course features some funny, peppy options. 'Hakuna Matata'? 'I Just Can't Wait to Be King'? It's all coming together.

Carried on a wave of youthful enthusiasm, none of us even think to double-check which track Ashley has picked. Foreshadowing!

So the day of the performance comes. Another group goes right before us. They had picked “Wannabe” by the Spice Girls, which was a huge hit at the time. I mean, it still is because it’s a classic, but then it was big and new. They step onto the mat and immediately begin to do choreographed dance moves, which they have worked into their routine. We had not thought of this. Oops. Dance moves, of course! So they incorporate the necessary gymnastics, it goes over really well, the energy is high, and now it’s my group’s turn.

I take my place at the edge of the mat, the mat we are required to stay on for the length of the piece. Ashley cues up the track she’d chosen.

A song starts up. Instantly, I recognize it from the movie. It is the very slow instrumental music that plays when Simba realizes his dad is dead.

‘Well, this is not optimal,’ I think. I've been on this planet for nine years; I can see that much. But it’s too late to change the track, and so I tell myself, ‘It’s okay. I’m a performer. I can sell this.’ I put on an extremely solemn face and begin to execute a series of the world’s saddest somersaults.

Friends, when I say “sad” I mean it, in every possible sense of the word. Picture a nine year old with the gravest possible affect, determinedly doing somersaults to the slowest, most serious music she can imagine, in a careful ring around her friends who have actually learned any gymnastics whatsoever. Okay, now as the music starts to pick up and get more hopeful, imagine she gets real dizzy and in front of everyone, she rolls all the way directly off the mat, careening dangerously towards the assembled students.

Somehow, I roll myself back onto the mat, we survive what feels like hours of humiliation, we stagger away, and I blessedly avoid adding “puking my guts out in front of all of my peers” to my very short list of gymnastics tricks.

Later, I asked Ashley what in the world possessed her to choose that song.

“It didn’t have any words,” she said.

(There was absolutely no rule against using songs that had lyrics.)

Anyway, that’s why being an adult is better than being a kid.

I may have to do laundry and make my own dinner and wrestle with more complex existential angst, but you know what I haven’t been asked to do in like 26 years? Somersault for three minutes straight to the musical shorthand for “this cartoon lion cub has no choice but to process the weight of unimaginable grief for his dead dad.” And you know what? If I live another 50 years, I can be pretty confident nobody will ask me to do it then, either.