#i’m so obsessed with this shot and them

[cyberhughes]

thanks for the tag babygirl👅okay my lore uhh

• i could tell you ALL of the fnaf lore. like all of it. i have been so obsessed since elementary school (i still am…)

• i did dance for 14 years ish..i wish i never quit omfg i was meant to go to ucla for sure

• i broke my right arm slipping on spilt apple juice at church when i was in kindergarten

• i’m kind of a gym rat

• one tjme in first grade i took little pebbles and put them in my nose and shot them out at the kids i didn’t like (i can’t even make this shit up but its so funny)

• I’ve dyed all my hair pink, silver and various shades of blonde throughout 7th to 10th grade and I’ve had it natural (black) ever since

• i used to have a semi famous anime tiktok account…but we don’t talk abt that

tags <3 @winterbarnesblog + @cupidbedsy

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

[meeraonpole]

What Did You Call Me? !dad oscar

It was a rare off-day for Oscar, a peaceful afternoon where he didn’t have to worry about race strategy, media obligations, or sim sessions. Instead, he was sprawled out on the living room floor, building an elaborate LEGO tower with his four-year-old daughter, Ella.

The little girl sat cross-legged, her tiny hands carefully stacking colorful bricks with all the concentration in the world. Her tongue poked out in deep thought, just like her dad’s did whenever he was focused. You sat curled up on the couch, watching the scene unfold with a soft smile, warmed by the sight of your husband enjoying fatherhood so effortlessly.

“Hey, Oscar, can you pass me the blue one?” Ella asked, pointing to a stray LEGO piece near his knee.

Oscar’s head snapped up. His brows furrowed in confusion as he turned to face his daughter. “What… did you just call me?”

Ella blinked at him innocently. “Oscar.”

You had to bite down on your lip to keep from bursting into laughter at the sheer look of betrayal on Oscar’s face. He gasped, pressing a hand to his chest as if she had physically wounded him. “Excuse me?”

“Oscar,” she repeated matter-of-factly.

You couldn’t hold it in any longer. A snort escaped you before you covered your mouth, shaking with silent laughter. “Oh, babe, she’s already demoting you to first-name basis? Tough crowd.”

Oscar shot you a playful glare before turning back to his daughter. “Ella, sweetheart, why are you calling me Oscar?”

She tilted her head. “That’s your name.”

“Well, yeah, but to you, I’m Daddy.”

Ella’s little brows scrunched together in thought, processing the information. “But everyone else calls you Oscar. Mommy does. Uncle Lando and Uncle Logan do. The people on TV do, too.”

Oscar sighed dramatically, scooting closer to her. “That’s true, love, but you’re special. Only you get to call me Daddy. It’s like your superpower.”

She pouted, not entirely convinced. “Not even Osc? Like Mommy calls you?”

You burst into laughter again, shaking your head. “Oh no, baby, that’s exclusively a Mommy privilege.”

Oscar chuckled, wrapping an arm around Ella and pulling her into a warm hug. “Exactly. You calling me Daddy is special. It’s my favorite name, you know.”

Ella still looked a little unsure, her tiny fingers playing with the hem of his McLaren hoodie. “But… I wanted to call you Oscar like everyone else.”

Oscar pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I get it, but trust me, ‘Daddy’ is way better. Only one person in the whole wide world gets to call me that, and that’s you. Not even Uncle Lando can call me that.”

Ella giggled at the thought of Uncle Lando calling her dad ‘Daddy.’ “That’d be so silly.”

Oscar smirked. “Exactly. So, what do you say? Will you stick with Daddy?”

She gave it a moment of deep thought, then nodded with a grin. “Okay, Daddy.”

“That’s my girl.”

You cooed at the sight, your heart melting at the pure love between them. “Oh, my heart. This is way too cute.”

Ella beamed up at you before turning back to Oscar. “But Daddy?”

“Yeah, love?”

She leaned in, whispering loudly. “Can I call you Oscar sometimes? Just for fun?”

Oscar laughed, squeezing her tight. “Only if it’s really, really funny.”

“Deal.”

You sighed happily, sinking deeper into the couch as you watched them go back to their LEGO masterpiece, giggles filling the cozy living room. Life was good, and moments like these made it even better.

Someone else did something like this before but i lost there username if you know it plz tag them.

Alsoo ive been obsessed with dadoscar and dadlando fics so if u have any ideas for that plz let me know n i will do it

[mr-walkingrainbow]

Okay maybe it’s just me but, this episode kinda? Sucked ass???

Yellowjackets season 3 episode 7, a rant

Okay so first we get some long ass frog thing. Then literally TEN WHOLE ASS MINUTES OF ABSOLUTELY FUCKING USELESS BACKSTORY ON THE BIRDERS. I skipped that shit instantly cause I knew it wasn’t gonna matter and I was right.

They literally take two steps in and Lottie goes FUCKING BATSHIT CRAZY. And absolutely MURDERFIES the guy. Like stabs him so severe she rips off his whole ass scalp and everything. Love her. But also she’s fucking insane and finally everyone realizes that.

This isn’t Lottie hate btw. People just needed to stop believing her delusions. And MH GOD NO AKIHLAH. FUCK THAT. Her trying to reason with it to Travis? No baby girl. My Shayla. Baby. She’s excusing murder now girlie was converted

Lol I’m sorry but Melissa getting shot and being like ‘Shauna don’t leave me!’ 🥺

And then Shauna LEAVES HER ASS.

(Okay yes she threatened Maris life and said if Melissa dies she dies. But like. It was still hella funny to me that Shauna just dropped Melissa like a fuckinb potato for the hunt.)

Okay I fucking hated the hunt. What were the writers thinking. They dragged that shit out for literally like 65% of the whole episode??? They didn’t need to. Not to mention it was really poorly lit so it was almost impossible to see shit.

I will say,

Natalie being immeadiately given the lead to help hunt them. Love that. She’s still my antler queen.

Vans desperation for the phone to work and her immeadiately trying to call her mom had me nearly in tears. Like. Van wants to go home so badly. She still just wanted her Mama even though her mom’s a peice of shit.

LOTTIE PLAYING WITH THE GUYS BRAINS AND BLOOD SHES CRACKED OUT NOW

Mari fucking I love you Ibarra just trying to revive him and scoop the brains back into his head 🥺. She’s so dumb but I love her so much

Liked the gore of pushing the arrow through

Okay now onto the stuff they rushed

Loved the car scene. Yellowjackets road trip is lit at. THE TEXTING SCENE HAD ME DEAD.

GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS. CONFIRMATION. CONFIRMATION MELISSA AND GEN ARE DEAD. THEY ARENT THE BONUS SURVIVOR. GUYS MARI OR AKIHLAH COULD BE THE ONE.

this genuinely shocked me cause I thought they were headed to having Melissa be the bonus jacket.

The pain in taissas voice when she called out for Van as soon as she started coughing up blood was 10/10. Very angsty.

Taissa absolutely folding and copping to be Vans wife.

VANS HALLUCINATION WAS HER YOUNGER SELF AND BEING MARKED FOR DEATH

VAN REALIZING ITS BEEN DARK TAI ALL ALONG FUCK.

10/10 creep factor. Taissa covered in blood and dirt and saying she won’t let them take Vans eyes? Absolutely obsessed.

And then it just cuts her her giving Vans blood type and genuinely being so fucking scared for her.

But 🥺 Van begging dark tai to let her tai come back. Cause in the end she just wants her Taissa.

Okay but Misty confronting Shauna and Shauna denying it only to literally OEEL THE FUCK AWAY ONCE AGAIN. I’m sorry but that is SO damning.

My rating for this episode? Honestly at 4.5/10. It had some great moments but overall it very much felt like the loser filler episode that all tv shows have. They over did the hunt way to fucking long. And we literally didn’t need to know shit about the hunters. I understand the rest of the episode without that useless ass ten minutes. I’m actually really fucking dissapointed in this episode. There was so much anticipation riding on it from last week and they just absolutely NUKED it. Completely ruined the vibe and the build up. It’s a shame too. That build up was coming since the very first episode of this season and for them to actually butcher it like that was extremely upsetting and disappointing. The next episode better be twice as good as ep 6 to make up for this shitty ep

[kathlare]

balance is good

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie and Lando visit an animal shelter as Amelie searches for a new cat to bring home.

Wordcount: 1.3 k

Warnings: none

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September 9th, 2020 - London, United Kingdom

Amelie adjusted her mask as she stepped into the animal shelter, her excitement barely contained. Lando followed behind her, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, eyes scanning the place with mild curiosity.

—You’re sure about this?— Lando asked, arching a brow. —I mean, Björn already barely tolerates you. What makes you think getting another cat is a good idea?—

Amelie rolled her eyes. —First of all, Björn loves me, he just has a unique way of showing it. Second, I need balance in my life. If Björn is a little demon, I want a cat that actually likes me back.—

Lando chuckled. —So, you’re looking for a cat that won’t try to kill you in your sleep? Good luck with that.—

She nudged him playfully before turning to the shelter worker, who greeted them warmly.

—Hi, I called earlier about Benny?—

—Yes! He’s right this way. He’s a sweetheart, you’re going to love him.—

They followed the worker down a row of enclosures, Amelie practically bouncing with anticipation. Lando watched her, unable to stop the small smile tugging at his lips. She was so soft when it came to animals—so different from the sharp, teasing, untouchable version of herself she showed the world.

When they reached Benny’s enclosure, Amelie gasped. He was curled up on a little bed, his round gray face blinking up at them with big, curious eyes. The moment the worker opened the cage, Benny stretched lazily before immediately trotting up to Amelie, rubbing against her legs like he already owned her.

—Oh my god, he’s perfect.— Amelie crouched down, holding out her hand. Benny wasted no time climbing into her lap, purring like an engine.

Lando snorted. —Well, that was easy. He just met you, and he’s already obsessed.—

—Jealous?— Amelie teased, scratching Benny’s head.

Lando scoffed. —Please. If anything, I’m relieved. Maybe now you’ll stop annoying me for attention.—

She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, she carefully lifted Benny into her arms, the cat immediately settling against her like he had no intention of ever leaving.

—You are coming home with me, Benny.—

Benny let out a soft little chirp, rubbing his face against hers.

Lando watched the interaction with narrowed eyes. —Alright, this is weird. I’ve never seen a cat be this affectionate straight away. What if he’s plotting something?—

Amelie gave him a deadpan look. —He’s a cat, Lando. Not a criminal mastermind.—

Lando crossed his arms. —Björn is basically a tiny supervillain. I wouldn’t put it past you to accidentally adopt another one.—

—Björn is misunderstood.—

—Björn is an asshole.—

Amelie ignored him, pressing her cheek against Benny’s soft fur. The cat let out another happy purr, his little paws kneading at her shoulder. She melted. This was what she had been missing—a cat that actually liked her.

The shelter worker smiled. —Benny’s always been super affectionate. He loves being held, loves attention. Honestly, he’s more like a dog than a cat.—

Lando snorted. —Great. That means he’s going to be needy like you.—

Amelie shot him a glare before turning back to Benny. —Ignore him, baby. He’s just mad that you love me more than he does.—

Lando rolled his eyes. —Oh, please. You’re so dramatic.—

—You literally sulk when I don’t text you back in ten minutes.—

—That’s different.—

Amelie smirked, but she let him have that one. She turned her attention back to Benny, rocking him slightly in her arms like he was a baby. The cat purred even louder, curling his tail around her wrist.

—He’s perfect.— Her voice was softer now, almost reverent.

Lando saw that look in her eyes—the same look she had whenever she got really attached to something. He knew what Benny meant to her. This wasn’t just about getting a second cat.

It was about filling the gaps.

Björn had been Cam’s. Keeping him had been a way to hold onto a piece of Cam, even when the cat treated her like a chew toy. But Benny? Benny was hers. A fresh start. Something new that didn’t come with the weight of grief.

Lando sighed, stuffing his hands into his hoodie pocket. —Alright. Let’s get him home before you start crying in the middle of the shelter.—

Amelie blinked up at him. —I’m not gonna cry.—

Lando raised a brow. —Mhm. Sure.—

She flipped him off with the hand that wasn’t currently holding Benny.

The car ride home was... eventful.

Benny had insisted on sitting on Amelie’s lap, his little paws stretched out over her arm as she scrolled through her phone. He was purring loudly, rubbing his head against her hand whenever she dared to stop petting him for even a second.

Lando, on the other hand, was having a miserable time.

—Can you at least put him in a carrier?—

Amelie looked down at Benny, who was now curled up in a perfect little loaf against her stomach. —No.—

Lando groaned. —Ames, this isn’t safe! What if he freaks out while I’m driving?—

Amelie scratched under Benny’s chin. —Benny would never do such a thing. He’s an angel.—

Lando shot her an unimpressed look. —Right. And I’m the fucking Pope.—

Amelie giggled, stroking Benny’s back. The cat let out a satisfied little sigh, stretching his paws out like he was the most comfortable creature in existence.

Lando muttered something under his breath as he pulled into Amelie’s driveway.

—Thank god. I thought I was going to die with a cat watching me suffer.—

Amelie rolled her eyes, carefully scooping Benny up in her arms as she stepped out of the car. Lando followed her inside, still grumbling about safety and proper cat transportation while she ignored him entirely.

Björn was waiting for them in the living room, perched on the armrest of the couch like the tiny menace he was. His green eyes narrowed immediately when he spotted Benny.

—Alright, don’t freak out— Amelie started.

Björn let out a low growl.

Lando smirked. —Oh, this is going to be fun.—

—Shut up, Lando.—

Benny, to everyone’s surprise, was completely unfazed. He looked at Björn for a solid five seconds before hopping out of Amelie’s arms and trotting over, sniffing curiously.

Björn stared at him like he wanted to set him on fire.

There was a long silence. Then, Björn turned and bolted out of the room.

Lando burst out laughing. —Your demon cat just ran away.—

Amelie frowned. —He’s being dramatic. He’ll get over it.—

Lando sat down on the couch, watching as Benny confidently climbed onto Amelie’s lap like he owned the place.

—Great. So now you have one cat that ignores you and one that’s obsessed with you. That’s balance, I guess.—

Amelie smirked, scratching behind Benny’s ears. —Balance is good.—

Lando stretched his arms over the back of the couch, looking down at Benny. The cat flicked his tail, staring back at him with the same narrowed eyes Björn always had when Lando was around.

—Oh, fuck me. This one hates me too.—

Amelie bit back a laugh. —Don’t take it personally.—

Benny’s tail flicked again.

Lando groaned. —Unbelievable.—

Amelie grinned, leaning against him. —Guess you’ll just have to win him over.—

Lando huffed. —He’s a cat. I don’t need his approval.—

Benny let out a slow, judgmental blink.

Lando stared at him.

—Yeah, no. This is gonna be a fucking problem.—

[louferrignojrofficial]

the shoulder touch of it all

[rystiel]

shipping chart thoughts

(billford always happens and they always break up. ford was obsessed when bill was his muse, then bill is obsessed after they’re no longer together and he realizes what he lost) (this dynamic is just canon, really)

(fiddauthor is always present at some point but in one route they end up together after canon events, and in another route fidd moves on) (it’s possible that they had a thing in college but consider it “typical college experimentation” because it’s the 70s and denial is strong. they still go through canon events)

(fiddlestan only happens during the fiddlestan route. otherwise canon events stay the same and they barely actually interact with each other. in the fiddlestan route they work together in the 80s and grow old together)

(billstan isn’t really romantic but it is a one-sided obsession. bill just can’t stop obsessing over the stans… for very different reasons…) (dare i say an unrequited kismesis dynamic?)

(ford and stan are brothers. that’s it. leave them out of the shipping dynamics.)

(fiddlebill isn’t really included here but i feel like the only way this would happen is if bill was possessing ford and wanted to fuck with fidd by using his crush on ford against him) (this one’s basically only possible if it’s fiddauthor-adjacent)

[noturlondonboy]

You Would Never Hurt Me

Bishova angst-shot

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova

Warnings: angst angst angst, nightmare, gun, choking

A/N: the girls are having a hard time and I’m so sorry, i just needed to write something short about them struggling

——

Kate isn’t a complete stranger to being woken up with a gun pointed to her head, but she’s definitely not used to it being Yelena itching to pull the trigger.

The cold metal of the muzzle of the gun is pressed harshly into her forehead, biting into her skin. She lays frozen, not even daring to breathe, her body pinned to the bed by Yelena’s weight. Her girlfriend is breathing hard, her teeth bared as soft snarls echo from her throat. There’s a wild look in her eye, the same hollow, glassy sheen that overtakes her in the throes of bloodlust and sorrow.

A strike of fear tries to shoot up Kate’s spine, but she clamps it down and refuses to humor it. Yelena is stuck in her head. Yelena had a nightmare. Yelena doesn’t know it’s her.

Yelena would never hurt her, she tells herself. Yelena would never hurt me.

“Yelena,” Kate dares to whisper, her lips barely moving. The blonde’s hand is pressed firmly to her chest, the flesh of her palm molded by Kate’s sternum. It’s started to move, inching to Kate’s neck, fingertips hooking over her collarbones. Kate doesn’t dare to swallow the saliva that’s building under her tongue.

There’s no response, no change to the way Yelena’s brows are furrowed, no twitch to her lips as they curl over her teeth. Her incisors practically gleam in the darkness.

“Yelena, baby.”

Yelena’s hand lands on Kate’s throat, fingers trembling as they brush over her windpipe, tracing her Adam’s apple and squeezing ever so slightly into the muscle of the sides of her neck. Kate’s breath catches, her eyes wide. Yelena is looking right through her. The gun presses harder into her forehead, the pinch a dull echo through the haze of panic that’s starting to build.

Her girl is speaking now, the Russian thick and slurred, too fast for Kate to pick through and decipher. She’s begun to tremble, chest heaving and gun rattling in her grasp.

“Yelena.” Kate can feel something cold and horrible building in her stomach, underneath her skin. She slowly raises her hands so that Yelena can see them, and hazel eyes snap around, her lips pulling back further as the low snarl that hasn’t ceased for a moment in her throat only seems to grow. “Yelena. It’s me. It’s Kate.”

“Kate is dead.”

Kate feels her blood run cold, and she can’t stop her body from trembling. “What-”

“She’s dead.” Yelena has leaned closer, her hand tightening on Kate’s throat. She’s breathing hard, panting through her nose and between her teeth, and the look in her eyes has only deepened, shattering over her face. “She is dead.”

Her finger is twitching over the trigger, and Kate’s eyes dart over the firearm. The safety is off. The cold metal has cut through her skin, and she’s distantly aware of a thin trickle of blood seeping down her forehead.

The fear overpowers her will, and Kate reacts before she can think. Her hands dart for the gun, trying to push it up and away, her head pressing down into the pillow to get out of its aim.

Kate’s ears are ringing. Tears sting her eyes. The gun went off. The gun went off. Yelena shot it. Yelena shot her-

No, not her, she can still think. Her brain is still inside her skull. Her eyes are functioning in their sockets. There’s a throbbing in the side of her head, and the ringing has turned into a scream, but she’s mostly sure she’s not dead.

The shot seems to have woken Yelena fully, her mouth hanging open and eyes staring directly down at Kate. She seems to take it in all at once- her girlfriend, laying underneath her, pinned down by her weight. Her hand, wrapped much too tightly around Kate’s throat. The pistol that she keeps in her nightstand, pointed only inches away from Kate’s ear, and the bullet hole in the headboard, splintered wood jagged as it pokes out.

There’s a moment where the world completely stops, and for a moment, there’s nothing but Yelena and Kate, one breathing and one not, one scared and one horrified, both with tears on their cheeks and uncertainty on how to move forward in their chests.

Yelena is scrambling off of Kate and out of bed half a second later, the gun dropping to the blankets silently as she yanks the window open and disappears into the cold night. She has to get out. She has to get away. Far away, where she won’t almost kill the one thing she has left to love.

Kate doesn’t move to follow her. She lays there on her back, throat aching and head spinning as she sobs, and the fear only tightens its grip on her shaking body.

[idkwhatimdoingbutslay]

They’re so irritating 😭😭😭 wtf is wrong with them 😭😭😭😭😭 I love them so much 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Just want to thank you for all of this glorious meta! It's kinda crazy to read your pics and go, well this is an EXPERIENCE, and then come to your tumblr and see all those tiny little things that haven't really been addressed yet or you've wondered about? Well, no, actually the author has an extremely detailed world building for why it's like this, they simply have the restraint to not put it in their fic! Absolutely wild.

Like, I was kind of wondering reading pez WHY izuku and 1-a was so famous. And why aizawa is so tired. Like, surely it can't just be Main Character Gravitational Pull in action?? But no, I unknowingly triggered the authors trap card—actually having fully detailed world building that hasn't been inserted into your fic yet, because it hasn't been relevant or necessary. I feel like I tripped on a rock and discovered a gold vein.

(this applies to nhthcth too. I thought Jon claimed desks, badgered people to quit, and got a virus email address out of pettiness, and also the faint hope of saving a person maybe. And probably yes to all of that, but also he's been actively attempting to figure out that dumb contract.)

All this to say, thanks for all this meaty meta! Your readers are eating good.

I’m this close to just saying “fuck it”’and writing the Battle of Yokohama because I love the backstory that much. It’s just filled with so many good moments. I’m trying to resist because if I write that backstory I’m gonna feel compelled to write the rest of them. I have one for Mirio getting his license (that I actually am the most likely to write out of all of them) and one explaining why Dabi left the League that I simply do not have time to write. But maybe the Yokohama and Mirio ones. I’m just eternally succumbing to the desire to make my fics series and I need to pump the breaks on it. Pez was supposed to be the story that I could freely cram in backstory like an overstuffed turkey but even I can’t bring myself to do it if it’s 1) too big of a divergence/not relevant to what’s going on or 2) not the right POV to bring out the information through.

There are some moments from the Battle of Yokohama that have already come out (Shinsou talking about how he watched Izuku bite a man’s ear off once? Battle of Yokohama. And obviously the times where it was explicitly referenced in a post are about that fight) or will come out in pez, so I haven’t talked about them on tumblr, but there’s so many fantastic moments that just wouldn’t be right to present in the fic. I’m so tempted. It’s such a fun story.

But yeah. I wanted the overwhelming attention on Izuku & Co. because I wanted Tiny Izuku to just be. Crushed by the sheer size of him when he found out what happened. Izuku is one of the most famous and beloved people out there, and he’s just a deku. How could he expect anyone to give a shit about this guy killing him? Everyone already wants him dead so he’ll stop being a burden—this guy made his death matter.

But I needed a reason for them to be as stupidly famous as they are. So I decided class 2a just had like. The most ridiculous two weeks of their life in their second year. Part of the reason why they’re not super aware of what made them famous was that so much goddamn stuff happened in that two week span. There’s a lot to pick from. The Sports Festival. Bakugou getting his first meme and also a medically induced coma. Suddenly everyone wants to fight Izuku about Mirio even more now and he is always down to fight for his boy. Oh fuck oh fuck time to have like ninety near death experiences and an extended hospitalization. Huh why is Mr. Aizawa unplugging the WiFi router and confiscating the tv. It’s probably nothing.

And Jon. Oh I love him. He’s just a rat in an electrified maze trying to figure out why all the doors are zapping him. He’s so tragic to me.

Thank you for your kind words!! I really appreciate you!

[wrathofrats]

Yes I can totally make this first time zephrit fic short why do you ask (it’s 1k and they haven’t kissed yet it’s just weird sexually tensioned wound cleaning)

[banhchao]

Anthony Bourdain : Parts Unknown | Iran | S04 E06

[kissmefriendly]

Oh my god the Sharpe reference and excerpt in the latest episode.

“Poor Contessa…”

“Why, what happens to the Contessa??”

CABT BELIEVE TERESA ALSO DIES IN THIS AU SERIES AS WELL COME ON

Also “Swift’s Hurrah” come on. I want to transcribe that whole snippet it’s (hah) Gold

[seventh-district]

this song ain’t got no right to be scratchin’ my brain as much as it does

[subtle-knife]

frothing at the mouth rn btw. the bear season two episode 6 is literally the best piece of television i’ve EVER fucking seen holy shit

[milo-is-rambling]

I find it so funny that summer is when the yearning starts bc all my oc writing is still housed in wattpad drafts (too lazy to move my self indulgent stories to my google docs) and it all says last edited in late May or June July August like all my self indulgent imaginary soulmate shit is just bc I get incredibly lonely in the summer and it’s so much easier to daydream constantly when you’re working shitty retail jobs with repetitive tasks ands the days feel like you’re swimming thru molasses and everything is sticky and you’re eating cold fruit constantly and smoking and lounging around in front of a fan like it’s what you were born to do and so you’re laying there with your eyes closed imagining the way it would feel to be loved by someone as imperfect as you and so you write OC’s that you always used as a way to brainstorm a world where you didn’t want to die you imagine a version of yourself that did it all right the first time and or built something from the failure you feel now and so you spend all summer writing about an imaginary love and an imaginary happy future bc the summer drags u slowly against the burning pavement and you need to remember what it’s all been for you need to find a version of yourself you could imagine someone loving

[pupkou]

the editing pace in marvel movies is kind of terrible