#it'll be ok.

[notsolonedesert]

Odypen oh odypen

This picture from pinterest inspired me :D

[mrghostrat]

you've had too much of the digital love you want everything live, you want things you can touch you want something bizarre, old conceptual cars you want girls dressed in drag, you want boys with guitars you go ask your questions like, "what makes a man?" oh, it's 2020 so it's time to change that so you go make an album and call it dreamland

(au: spending his 50th birthday alone in lockdown forces semi-retired rockstar crowley to face all the thoughts he normally buries with distractions. when he realises all his life regrets are just confusion around his sexuality, songwriting his feelings is the only thing that seems to help, but he doesn't have the understanding to figure it out on his own. even though they haven't spoken since graduation 30 years ago, crowley knows his old school friend aziraphale is the one person who'll be able to figure him out)

[acetrappolad]

heartslabyul casual fits

[xxplastic-cubexx]

filler

[klapollo]

literally why the fuck are disney world and universal open and why are people in the fucking parks trying to ride rides and shit. this is so disgusting, why are you demanding to be entertained by already underpaid workers who should be running for their lives

[messrsbyler]

you. yes you, person with rejection sensitive dysphoria. this message is for you. your friends DON'T hate you. they aren't mad at you. they aren't talking behind your back or wished to cut their friendship with you. they love you and treasure you and they are good people who wouldn't hurt you like that! ok, that's all. have a nice day.

[bixels]

tarpit site.

[queen-mabs-revenge]

WELP.

i am not able for this level of family drama 🫠

[spokelseskladden]

Give him sirens and a cyclops and maybe a break. just a little one

[isjasz]

[Day 198]

ITS TIME WE FIGURED THINGS OUT Meet (some of) the Gilded Peak kids!! :)

[pothame]

Our Youth 01.05

[calware]

TT: What are you hoping to do now? Surely you know that your boss is swimming six feet under. GG: The heiress has the ability to revive her. TT: Seriously, that’s what you really want? TT: I know that you are programmed to serve her and be evil. But she’s gone. Doesn’t that negate your directive or something? GG: . GG: Tell me about the- TT: Christ, don’t go there. Point made.

TT: My point is that you’re free. You can do whatever you want. Be your own person. GG: I am not a person. TT: This is your chance to become one. GG: . GG: . GG: Irrelevant. GG: I will revive my great grandmother, continue to serve her as she subjugates Earth, and reinstate her empire. TT: No. Don’t do that. TT: I’m telling you not to do that. She was horrible. You do not need to bring her back. Assuming it'll even work in the first place. GG: Hypocritical, don’t you think? TT: Excuse me? GG: Yes, tell me, what are you planning to do with the corpse of Lord English? TT: Holy shit, that’s completely different. GG: Then why have you been hiding from the others? Do you suspect that if you go through with it, that you’ll be betraying them? TT: You are trying to enslave them, I’m trying to- GG: Make yourself whole? Hope it fixes your mistake? GG: Do you truly believe that the fallout of your plan will be any better for them than that of mine? TT: You don’t understand. GG: You’ll find that I do, auto-responder. GG: I know that you are desperate. I know that you cannot go through with your plan alone. GG: This is how I know that you will accept. TT: What are you talking about? GG: My business proposal, of course.

[onegiantmeep]

i love my tragic gay men

this came to me in a vision after seeing this post by @lampgate

[mamawasatesttube]

anyways. i think cassie needs to text tim having a minor meltdown in an ikea restroom because cissie asked her to come shopping for her new apartment with her and then looked at a bed and fluttered her eyelashes and asked if cassie would be down to come over and help her assemble furniture later. and cassie had a moment of butch euphoria so hard she panicked and ran to the restroom instead of actually answering.

tim, uniquely unhelpful: ??? ikea furniture isn't even that durable or heavy. you should take her to an actual home furnishings store and get some solid wood stuff instead of particle board. do you want a gift card i can get you one. there's a furniture outlet 3.6 miles from the ikea where you are. i feel like she'd appreciate an actual hardwood bed more, it can withstand way more of a beating cassie: UOU CANT JUST SAY THOSW WRODS TO ME RIGHT NPW????@?@?@@???@?!??!?!?!?!?!?@?#?#?@?

tim is trying so hard to be helpful via simply stating facts about furniture durability and usefulness. he is not being helpful

[xxplastic-cubexx]

//LOUD INCOMPREHENSIBLE POINTING//

[weirdalsochaotic]

and at the end of the day, when my hands are stained with blood of a previous life, I walk through the doorway and the sight that greets me brings the motionless blood in my body back to life. I see them, relationships I made of my own, a small puzzle piece that fits perfectly into a crevice of my empty heart. love in such a manner that you forget that even you were unlovable once. surrounded in an atmosphere of home, you shred your wall and the life floods into you. no more a decayin corpse, no more a stranger. a human being, you and me.

I hate when people become strangers, no odd glances in the hallways, no unsure smiles on the street, no acknowledging nods in the auto line, no questioning glares in the grocery store. I know it's an end, if it's a casual drift apart or if either one of us ripped the conjoined heart, but you didn't ring me up before throwing all our old notes and songs into the bonfire. And like a dog with my tail between my legs I chewed the ball too hard, it's all bruised and so is my right to ask you, "what? do you resent me now? or is it indifference?" And which is worse? I wrote you three stories and around half a score poems, would you buy the collection if I named it after you or would you be alarmed to see your name on a shelf on a random Saturday? I stare at you too hard and too often, too past feeling anything because the date seed i spit out has finally grown into a plant and I have something better to save. I go to my friend's and i forget all about the decaying relationships, because what's buried does not disappear, what's dead is born again and in that lifetime you chose to be unfamiliar, do you feel ashamed? Should I? Anyway, in this season of changes and ends and death, don't be a stranger.