#it’s cheesy but so good

[atomicradiogirl]

me growing up: ugh i hate russian music it’s so dumb please turn it off

me at 20 years old, literally turning into my mom, listening to my russian playlist for 3 hours straight while studying: holy shit this is so good

[bubblesthecow]

The thing that I love the most about Doctor Who is that it’s just SOOOOOO bad. It’s awful. It’s dreadful. It’s cheesy and stupid and terrible. It has dialogue like “I am the beep of all the meeps!” It’s truly the most embarrassing cringeworthy thing you’ve ever seen. It’s been that way for 60 years. It’s gonna be that way for another 60. It doesn’t matter what kind of budget or fan base they receive. It’s always gonna be this stupid.

I love it so fucking much.

[everysongineverykey]

good omens the book, 1990: see, queen is so ubiquitous in london these days that if you leave a tape in a car for too long, it'll inevitably morph into a best of queen tape. which is why their megahits are playing in crowley's bentley all the time! isn't that a funny and topical joke?

good omens the show, 2019-2023: yeah crowley's car has a hands-free call system and also only plays cassette tapes. yeah it's whatever don't think about it. what's an incredibly earnest and passionate queen love song we can play during this scene where crowley tries urgently to reach aziraphale

[stuckinapril]

maybe a bit of an esoteric advice but saving nice things people have said in a notes app entry has saved me so many times. if i’m having a bad day, being hard on myself, dealing w negativity from others etc etc. just whatever it is. i open this page—which is basically a compilation of people complimenting me on certain attributes, sweet interactions i wrote down, or things i’ve accomplished—and it brings me right down to earth. like someone could be saying mean shit about me (whether it be a person or a voice in my own head) & instead of having to go through the mental toil of summoning up positive memories to negate that, i just go to that notes app entry. i read over everything and im like ohhhh ok im not the most horrible person in the world after all. i don’t deserve being told that after all. it’s all written down right here.

[dseval]

I cannot believe I drew over a Facebook meme

OG and textless version under cut

Who made the OG meme? Who knows...

Cross Sans by Jakei

Epic Sans by Yugogeer

Color Sans by Superyoumna

[rayandgay]

I have something for you.

[tizzymcwizzy]

my final project for my writing class! we were tasked to examine some learning moments from the past semester, and these are the four i chose

in order it's: going grocery shopping by myself for the first time, learning that i can't function on a low social battery, learning to email my professors for extensions, and learning to persevere through final projects

[phonification]

doodle dump because i will not finish these evar!!!!!!!!!!

[ruporas]

hello there, angel

[ID: Digital illustration in color of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. Vash is sitting facing the viewer and holds a rose between his clasped together hands, but he’s looking to the left, upwards, at Wolfwood, with an awed expression. Wolfwood hovers over him with wings sprouting from his back. He has a cigarette lit between his lips, his arms and legs are crossed, and he looks back at Vash with a neutral expression. The both of them are covered in a blue shadow, casted by Wolfwood and his hovering form, while warm light hits the back of his wings and over Vash’s legs. Small feathers sits next to Vash. End ID]

[compaculaaa]

Please excuse my attempt at being funny

[upsidedog]

i am so charmed by a lumax wedding because it’s not even something max thought would happen. like she assumed weddings were something the girl makes happen and the guy puts up with. and because she had no desire for one, so there’s no reason it would happen.

among other things weddings are an exorbitant and performative show of love, max loves lucas and she doesn’t care whether or not other people know or believe this. at it’s best marriage to her has been a representation of failed dreams and at it’s worst it’s been a tool to manipulate people who need to get away to stay. maybe they will get married for the tax benefits, she thinks.

this is until max and lucas are older and living together, they’re chilling on the couch and lucas mentions his family has been asking when he’s planning to propose and if that’s something max even wants? max doesn’t care, she doesn’t plan on going anywhere, a certificate won’t change anything and she's not crazy about parties. she doesn’t ask how he feels, he brings it up, that “actually i want a wedding.”

that is saying the least, lucas wants a wedding more than anything. he loves max and he doesn’t need to prove that to anyone, but he’s happy and he wants to share that with others! he wants to work with max to make marriage a positive thing to them, he wants to celebrate their love, everything they’ve been through. also, hell, he’s only human, he wants to show off! he wants to dress really cool and go to a really cool place and show the world know how awesome he and his girlfriend are. HIS WIFE!!!

most of all, lucas wants the moment near the end of the night, where the party’s getting loud and everybody wants his attention, but max asks if he wants to get out of there and he says yes. not out out, just outside the venue. it’s dark and the once booming music is now faint, they sit and catch up, complain about their families, laugh about their friends. max holds lucas’s hand and plays with his wedding ring, she whispers something sweet before asking him to dance. it’s the best part of the night and nobody will know about it but them.

suddenly max decides she wants a wedding.

[monkiinart]

oh Fenn i'd do anything 4 u

[sevs-corner]

Price is drunk at the pub once again, and this time he takes the stage.

Call it “liquid courage” or whatever but he just saw the love of his life—

And damn him if he isn’t gonna serenade her right then and there.

With a whisper to the band and a couple of bills tucked in his hand, they were more than willing to play the song of a lifetime.

His mates, cackling all the while, were still doing their best to be supportive— thumbs ups, claps, and free beers all around.

What a lucky night indeed for you.

It might be coincidence but you just happened to be right in front of said stage, giggling at the next performer (Price) who bumbled along but somehow still manages to keep himself together, just enough to give a grin and wink.

And just like that, he dedicates that song to you.

Eyes connected all the while, never leaving yours and you just knew, that he was the one as well.

At the end of the serenade, you rush to catch him by the stairs, barely holding onto his torso as he slumps into you.

Luckily, his mates grabs him from you but Price’s grip was nastily strong, even whining that he was finally in “his love’s” arms.

You promised you’d return in his arms as well.

So you drop your number to one his guys, adding a little note at the end which said,

‘I won’t let you live by yourself from now on <3’

[pianokantzart]

Not me thinking thinking about how good of a brother Mario is and how there's literally nobody better that Luigi could've clung to while he sorts out his own anxiety.

Mario acknowledges that Luigi is a fearful person, but doesn't think any less of him for being scared. He doesn't see Luigi's bad luck as a burden, even when he tries to make sure he's safe and protected at every turn. Mario gets annoyed by his brother on occasion, but doesn't degrade or talk down to him– not even jokingly. He just puts up with it and forges ahead without drawing attention his brother's mistakes. Then when it comes to Luigi's victories, even small ones, he dwells on them and gets excited without an ounce of insincerity or exaggeration.

The worst thing Mario does is get a little too caught up in his impulses and emotions to listen, but otherwise he's so rock solid, even apart from his three-day adventure solely focused on saving Luigi's life.

[dailyiiwheelship]

Today's ii wheel ship of the day is...

Cheesy x Clover x Blueberry!

Due to popular demand (like, three people) I've decided to do Polyship Fridays!

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

Azi *trying to flirt again*: Crowley, is it hot in here or-

Crowley: I suppose, but it's less than 90°F ...

Azi *suppressing gay tears of frustration*: WHY. GOD. WHY.

Crowley: What? Why is it less than 90 degrees?

Azi:

Crowley: ...because you're acute angel.