#i want to get to know you

[doing-swell]

sooo many new followers recently 🤗 asks are open!

[thekydsarealright]

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I wanna be your city, I wanna be on your Mars. I wanna be your Venus, I already am your star. Am I?

I just… wanna be your forever, OD.

I wanna be in your city. I wanna be your transportation, I wanna be some place you can go out to and eat. I wanna be your amusement park. I’ll give you free tickets to get on my ride. Your protection. I want to be your homeland security, I can secretly service you if you wanna offend me. I wanna be your gun with the safety on so that I can get jammed in ya life instead of the bullet that always goes off. But if you want me to go, give me time. Bullet time like Max Payne. I’ll teach you how I taught me to do these tricks because, because, because, welcome to the Matrix. Play with me, play with me, play with me. Play Russian Roulette on me; one shot, boom, I’mma take a hit; I will be your safety. I’m so irresponsible, baby. Can we learn what real responsibility means, just let go and fly free? Even if it means scratch the Cavache. I want to be your bomb shelter. ATM, I want to be your bank when you lose your wallet or when you lose yo green I will water your plant if you a leaf. I want to be your pharmacy, instead of nightlock, this shit is no game to make you go hungry, farm me I’m no better than a berry; I’ll be the sweetener to your blood, I’ll intercept your system instantly, intravenously. I want to be your café, your coffee, your clinic, when you sick of it, your mall, your subway, your train, your expressway; expressing on the express, your emergency room, your circus, your… theater, your play, your entertainment. I want to be your college, ya whole career and desires in life. Are you into business? Do you have one already? Can I be your company? Maybe we should purchase some, ought to invest. Expand this expertise and build our repertoire. I’m a branch, I’m already a nest. I want to be your gym, I want to be your trip. I’m trippin. I take trips too much. I trip too much. This trip is so long. I hate being on planes. I hate the pressure in my cabin. I care too much. But I can be my own palace, my own sanctuary, my castle, my home. You could be the key, no lease. Not for sale. Release… me. I wanna be. I’m a patient but I’m so impatient, I want to be your patience. You see mine. I see it too. Can we trade patients, doctor? Doctor? The world is in your care… treat them well, but can I climb your clipboard? Treat my trust, doctor. I need to perform a procedure, not a performance, a real physical has never been a rehearsal. No, this is urgent. I need to pick your brain, may I have your written consent to be your private surgeon? You know I hate it, but come outside and let’s play Operation. I want to be your backyard. Your bouncy castle. Happy birthday. Bring your inflatables. I want to be your front lawn while family and friends in Compton is over and cars are blocking my path from seeing to the house across the street. Blocking what they be thinking. I want to be your car, fill your tank. You must be unlimited because to me you premium even when you unleaded. I want to be your forest; find you by the lake. I want to be your forest. I want to be your window. I want to be... your roof; the flight of stairs that run underneath. But if not, I pray you don’t move and only change so you can catch me next time… maybe on the fire balcony escape across waving stupid to you. Slower than an escalator, but don't escalate. Steps carry you. Just take them. Show up. I wanna be where nobody know you at. Don't I wanna be your mystery. Can I be your people? And can we be the people? Can we save these kids? Show these cats and cubs how shit is done so they can show us back and not turn they backs. End of the day, the day gon’ end. Hyenas, we each must crack one and laugh.

My girl, my girl. Baby girl, will you be my girl? Do you wanna be?

Can I be your music? Your music library? Your visualizer: 2001 edition? iTunes 1. The first iPod. 1,000 songs in your pocket. I want to be your Steve Jobs, but I’m just Steve, man.

I’m just Stevie. But I wish I wrote I Wish, As, Superstition... I wish I could write Songs In The Key of Life. I wish I was one of the writers... for That Girl. But I can’t even sing. I cannot sing off my dome for shit. And I know. I only know how to sing using my heart. Will you listen for my heartbeat? Do I have a pulse, and is it in your hands? I don't care enough to know that it's risky, but here is my heart on a sleeve. I have sleeve tattoos. We have sleeves. You won’t draw one on me, I won’t tattwo on you. Can you imagine?

Go on, tell her what your name is... it's okay. she's okay. he's okay. you're okay. them niggas gon be okay and you know that bro Oh, will you relax, already?! YOU DOING TOO MUCH! i will be okay.

My name is Stephen.

My name is Stephen René Takahashi, and I wanna be your dictionary. You can take a page out of my book anytime. I want you to read me out loud and hear, feel, my words. I want you to cut every syllable like you cutting yourself a slice. In fact, you can take me. Just be sure to put me back where you found me. Just be sure to write me in. Just be sure to take care of my spine. I have been read many times, but never by myself… I am so worn. I feel I have had pages stolen out of me. Sometimes I feel so light. Because I'm so high. But without me putting on wings, you pick me up and you read me a story that reminds me that I am not so broken. In fact, I am not broken at all. I am full of taste like a seeded fruit, grown and tended to through the farms belonging to ancestors. Often left to fend alone for myself in the sun, the rain, though never was I tended to be alone. You read my words to yourself as you stand before the bathroom mirror, gripping the top of your new book to steer my pages forward. If you make a wrong turn somewhere, just do a U-Turn. You’ll end right back where you already were to be. I guess you wanna get in my head. You hold my spine perfectly. You slot me in like a coin into the library when you’ve finished the book. How did you finish that book that fast? You never even left the library. Maybe you don't want a book at all. Maybe you'll write your own book... and my library would only so 'lucky' to have it, tucked away somewhere. A memory you never see but is a dream.

I’m sat at the front desk, veering through my phone, locked into a system of nothingness, only is it inspired by my interpretations.

You come up. I look up. Your fingertips make the glass and me, shake, and listen. “Hi! I’d like this one, please.” I look down, and so do I make my phone screen. You put down a continuation of the first book you was reading. A sequel. It’s a series. A graphic novel, perhaps? I don’t know. I haven’t read it. Looks cool. You have taste. I’m speechless, because… nobody has ever bought the last copy of a book I have in stock. I always have books. Most of them are half finished. Some never even opened. Some... or, all... skimmed through, picked for the goods to tweet on social media.

But I just... I never run out. I never run out. I never run out. I NEVER RUN OUT. I NEVER RUN OUT. I NEVER RUN… out.

I’m, yo, I just had a moment. What was that?

One away from ours of business. I hesitate on allowing you to make the purchase, in my head. But I know I can’t. I always stock them in time… not always. I arrive late. I don't deliver. You have to come in. I require you to pick up because I don't want to drive that long. I’m a slacker at my job I claimed I wanted. Now I feel like I actually earned my job for the first time. I grin at you.

“You’re gonna like this one,” I say, as I scan it for you to check out. You’re so fine, I wouldn’t even be a snitch that you renting me out. I mean… the book. What was the name of it again? You handed it to me upside-down. I didn’t get the name… because I was staring at you from behind, digging into your purse for your…

I won’t spoil it for you, shawty.

“Mmhm. Do you take Apple pay?” She must of been from out of town. No library card. Renewal? Late fees? Wait, this is a book store… not a library. I’m so late. Are you late?

You can read between the lines, can’t you?

Wait… Apple Pay? You’re paying with apples? You’re paying with your phone? Where am I? I don’t know where I am. I’m not at the library. I’m an employee working at a book store that I run like the marines. Okay. I know where I am. I know where I am.

“Yes…” Swipe. I knit my eyebrows, pushing up my prescription without rims. Stylish purism. Purism. Niggas naming these sexy looking brands love to be lying. Why the fuck is these shits so foggy? Did I step into a sauna earlier? I miss some of our conversation, I miss some of me missing some of you. You late, huh?

“You want a receipt?”

I see you shrug. Knowing, you are.

“This…” Mine? “book is my receipt,” oh, my dumbass, your lips brim a beam of a smile and I lock in to seeing your eyes key into mine… sending me into a full-blown moment of Tribe. Wow. Quick with it. We can get down. This is the slow motion syndrome.

I’m the cherry on the top of yo ice cream

I’m the mystic thought inside your dream

“Well…” I chuckle, my fro blushing red. Was it blushing like something that grows, a beet, or was it just a burning crown?

Listen to the way we pulsate the jam

I'm the nigga here with the mic in hand

Styles that we present are just a few

To do away with you and your hum drum crew

This is '93 and the shit is real

Black people unite and put down your steel

Actually, it was copper, ginger. But I was feeling red today. Yesterday I was Black. But what were you? I wanna know.

The rhythm's in F, I'm a hip hop body

Again, I say… because I forgot the first time. “It’s all yours.”

Release my energy with the force of a shotty

Teething behind my lips, I felt my jawline caving in as my tongue flourished about the three words just above I said to you. “Come back soon.”

Standing on the wall with my Polo on

“Thank YOU!”

“Yeah.”

Talking to the girl with the Liz Claiborne

Yeah... yeah.

Yeah.

Keep the poetry in my black knapsack

No, thank you.

[vespertinefantasy]

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[perrieedwards]

i feel like people are skimming over the uk riots in a way that makes me want to tear my hair out. muslims in the uk are in active danger. immigrants in the uk are in active danger. refugees in the uk are in active danger. people of colour in the uk are in active danger. asian communities in the uk are in active danger. black communities in the uk are in active danger.

there are massive far right riots throughout the country right now and people like fucking elon musk and nigel farage are inciting it and still have a platform to speak. people have used three young girls deaths, people's genuine grief in southport, to try and gain traction for their own racist bullshit and it's working.

a lot of refugee charities have been forced to close leaving many people without support, homes, funding, food, etc. if you aren't able to donate please consider sending a message via the conversation over borders campaign! it will send a hopeful, welcoming letter to a refugee in the uk. there is also a guide to staying safe here.

please do your own research and donate to refugee charities, anti-islamophobia charities, mosques who are trying to rebuild after being destroyed, counter protesters, here are some i've heard positive things about but the list is extensive; southport strong together (support for the southport victims and their families), southport mosque rebuilding, riot repair fund, middlesbrough vulnerable residents, nasir mosque rebuilding, hull help for refugees, bristol welcomes migrants,

[do-you-know-this-queer-character]

Do you know this queer character?

Castiel is Queer and Agender or Genderfluid, and uses varying pronouns based on presentation!

[lgbtlunaverse]

The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

[jamdonuttz]

hello ! it’s motivation anon. sorry, I replied to you in my mind but never typed out the message. I don’t mind what you refer to me as, but so you know it’s me I’ll leave a little 🍪 at the bottom of my aks 👍

sorry to hear you’re feeling sad dude, hope you figure out what’s best for you, and the universe treats you more kindly. m sending you a virtual hug <3

-🍪

No worries! Thank you I'll call you cookie anon 😁

And its alright! Just a bit disappointed and let down by someone i thought was a close friend but we move on 🫡 sending back a hug too

[hinamie]

mentor

[canonkiller]

god I fuckign love ocs. my characters. my friend's characters. the characters of mutuals ive never spoken to. the characters of artists ive followed and maybe spoken to a little more. the characters of complete strangers I see in passing and think "aw that's cool". if you have ten fans I am one if you have one fan it is me etc etc. I love you

[uncanny-tranny]

I think so many people are so deeply alienated from themselves that they have no clue how to exercise their free will and autonomy. For some, this alienation runs so deep that they are afraid of their own autonomy and humanity. It is completely understandable why one would have those feelings, but it can be worrisome.

I want to help others who feel this way, so here are small things I have done to exercise my free will:

Add "guilty pleasure" songs to playlists and actually listen to them (I have a ton of late 1990s-early 2000s music I listen to now proudly that I never listened to in the past out of shame)

Getting the décor item, bath set, bed spread, ect. in the patterns you like, even if it's "childish" (I got a dinosaur-themed wastebasket from the kids' décor section and I adore it)

Taking a new route to get to a place you go to often

Eat dessert first

Celebrate well, and often

Collect things that are "odd" or don't seem like an "acceptable" thing to collect (somebody on my "for you" page collects dandelion crayola crayons and it was so cool!!!!!!)

Incorporate one new piece in an outfit you wear frequently (e.g., a new chain, a necklace, ribbons, bracelets, ect.). Challenge yourself to add onto the outfits if you feel up for it.

Sing along to songs without worrying that you sound "good" or your intonation is completely accurate

Read a book from a genre you weren't allowed to read as a kid (comics, thrillers, mysteries, anything!)

Walk without having a specific destination or goal

Pick up a new craft without expecting yourself to master it or to ever be "good" enough. Get your hands messy.

I don't want to shame anybody for not feeling as though they have free will or that they are exempt from exercising it. However, I wanted to give ideas so that you might read this list and find your own ways to express your intrinsic autonomy and will. You deserve to be a person, to feel alive, not just living. That is what our lives are for.

[mynnthia]

was talking with a friend about how some of dunmeshi fаndom misunderstands kabru's initial feelings towards laios.

to sum up kabru's situation via a self-contained modernized metaphor:

kabru is like a guy who lost his entire family in a highly traumatic car accident. years later he joins a discord server and takes note of laios, another server member who seems interesting, so they start chatting. then laios reveals his special interest and favorite movie of all time is David Cronenberg's Crash (1996), and invites kabru to go watch a demolition derby with him

[nonbinary-arsonists]

Sleepytime for the gang! <3

continuation of this

Caine's reaction:

[stevenrogered]

Sam Reid: I ate so many of those photos. They were made of rice paper, so they stuck to the roof of my mouth. There were a few where I just shoved the whole photo into my mouth, but that didn’t work, so I had to eat it. It was like eating a sweet cake. They were stuck to the roof of my mouth and I couldn’t keep talking.

They’re saying mean things about Louis’ photos, so he’s going, “Fuck you! You took a beautiful photograph. Don’t listen to that guy. I’ll eat it.”

Jacob Anderson: I loved it so much.

[egophiliac]

bring back zooterkins, the best 17th-century swear word

I don't normally do Just Characters Swearing, but. ...this kind of wrote itself and then wouldn't leave my head. it comes from both a piece of character-writing advice that has always stuck with me, and also my conviction that Leona is 1000% funnier as a character if his dialogue has to stay G-rated. let Kalim say fuck, but don't let Leona say bastard.

(I'm sorry)

[abracadaze]

i feel so bad for nikola tesla like imagine spending years beefing with a guy who has conned the public into believing he's some sort of supergenius when in reality it's his overworked employees developing all of his world-changing inventions and you end up dying broke and starving and alone and then 100 years later another guy cons the public into believing he's some sort of supergenius when in reality it's his overworked employees developing all of his world-changing inventions and he's doing it all IN YOUR NAME. he must be rolling in his grave like a fucking rotisserie chicken

[chloesimaginationthings]

Happy 1 year anniversary to FNAF ruin!!