#keyboard monkey be keyboard monkeys

[sickofthistoxicshit]

Crude but nescessary reality check,

For all you dumbasses who think Ryan is homophobic and are too fucking lazy to do a small research,

Out of the two of them (Ryan and Oliver) - until of course Oliver was saddled with what was supposed to be Eddie’s LI - T - Ryan is the only one who portrayed a gay character before 911.

The Movie is called Papi Chulo

Hot as hell (and gay, sadly ;)) the genius Matt Bomer is in it.

Here is the clip from the movie,

Side-note though, before spewing hate based in lies, do your research first so that you don't turn out to be complete idiots online, so that you would not only be proven to be wrong and dumb, but also fucking racist hypocrites.

Life lessons and all that.

[elkkiel]

[echinocereus]

Mr Bonzo branded chick peas called GarBonzo Beans

[applysome]

Alex Turner losing his sanity during Pretty Visitors, AKA, I want to be reincarnated as a keyboard.

(x) (y)

Bonus

[mrchill]

Those *air quotes* photographers falling into the "follow my AI account" thing.

[sweeterthanmydreams]

Art Fight 2024: Team Seafoam

I've got my card so it feels like I'm done preparing but I'm really not.

You can find my Art Fight profile here and my swiss-army-Hit List here. Happy "last two weeks of preparation" and may the carpal tunnel always be in your favor. u-u

[freckledbastard]

ohhhhhhhh my god they're so cuuuuuuuute

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

no matter how many times it happens, nothing can emotionally prepare you for spotify shuffle presenting you with the ultracheese

[spoonbenders-archive]

super monkey ball speedrunner

[chuuciae]

was the nimble fingers monkey real or did i hallucinate him in 2nd grade

[wastelandhell]

new eyes+eyebrows for my babygirl

[parkfordsdarling]

God,hes so fucking pretty man.

:3

Credit! : Alex Nicolaou (fraterperdurabo on insta)

Him in 2013>>>>>>>

[sillyfrogmonarch]

arctic monkeys really said "tranquility bass hotel & casino"

[grxvebcnes]

⸻ the photo on the missing poster is of ROUX CHASE. she is TWENTY NINE, and have been missing for TEN YEARS. when the sun rises, she works as a HUNTER. rumors in town say she can be UNRELIABLE and ADAPTABLE. she chose to live in TOWN at THE RADIO STATION, and have an uncanny resemblance to Mazikeen (Lucifer), Alex (Voleuses), and Eurydice (Hadestown). can they survive another night ?…⸻ cat eyes glinting in the dark, combat boots with the soles worn through, dirty gauze wrapped around swollen knuckles.

FACTS

- chaotic loose canon with no filter or impulse control - is forcibly left handed after an fracture injury to her right hand never healed correctly, leaving it occasionally tender or subject to flares of chronic pain - prefers hunting with practical objects such as knives or her own fists that require only a vague amount of co-ordination and make a bit of a mess - thinks being covered in blood is a cool personality trait - hates small talk - loves fighting (verbally or physically, it's like a reward) - quite athletic and Built from submitting to her demons at all times aka the incessant inner competitive voice which goads her to try carrying every heavy object/s she encounters (but don't expect her to do cardio anytime soon) - cannot be trusted with intel / will spill any secrets shared with her - not in a gushing gossip-y way but a 'i don't care about your bs issues enough to preserve your privacy and i doubt anyone really cares so get over yourself' way - loves being a hunter so she can have permission to hurt something outside of herself and feel powerful and in full control of her reality for a brief instant. many psychological issues motivating this one but we don't have time to unpack that!! - thinks the makeshift society creating order within the town is ridiculous and delusional and prefers to pick apart how fucked and abnormal everything is. ya girl is still gonna participate and plays her part, but not without complaining - three modes: aggressive, pessimistic, and morbid... but usually in fun nihilistic ways - very handsy - not romantically nor affectionally, but tactile contact helps her better assess and lock in to situations or shake sense into anyone who deserves a lil tousling - strives to punch a monster in the face one day x - allergic to cats and human emotions HISTORY

How did your muse spend their first night in Arcadia, and where? Roux was once a naive and gullible teen who believed there were simple fixes and saviours to all problems. Thus, on her first night, she holed up in the Police Station - because surely there would be someone there who could call for help, provide answers, and diminish the strange feeling that she was being followed. There had to be laws to enforce and abide by; answers to every question... Alas, an entire sleepless night was enough to convince here there was nothing typical nor any predictable order to what lurked around town. With bigger problems to focus on, a seed was planted that dared her to change.

Why did your muse choose to live where they do? There is a comfort to occupying a space which fails to perform its sole purpose. Roux enjoys the confines of the limited space and how cluttered it feels to navigate. There’s an enjoyable claustrophobic quality to the space, giving her no time to let her guard down or think reasonable thoughts when she’s paranoid a microphone might double as a hidden figure when caught in her peripheral vision, or that the occasional mistaken whisper might not have been just a fragment of her imagination - or worse. At the end of a long day, Roux is most comforted by the snaking cords digging into her back and curled between her fingers. She tinkers occasionally with some of the equipment, soothed by the ghost of potential that once pulsed through the pieces at her fingertips.

What was your muse doing when they came across the tree? Long story short: Roux was running away from home. Mapless, planless, and impulsive - in retrospect, it seemed destined that she foolishly ended up where she did. She grew up amongst 4 brothers in a strict household which valued responsibility, intellect, money, and material success as the best achievements of a person. Roux, on the other hand, barely graduated after nearly flunking out of high school three times, had no desire to attend university, and no knack for a lucrative career. Content to live a life dedicated to poorly brewing corner store coffee, she was unable to keep up with the expectations consistently held above her head and the punishing sense of shame any illusion of free choice left her with. Eventually, her family’s suggestions sounded more like threats - and one too many threats led to fighting back. Cut to: highjacking the family car and driving as far as she could before the fuel tank ran dry and she got lost trying to locate a familiar road sign or gas station. She couldn’t tell you now if her motivation was fearfully throwing herself away from or towards something.

Has your muse left anything behind that they are desperately trying to return to or escape? Roux refuses to allow the meek old version of herself to live on within her, which has meant snuffing out any trace of tenderness, optimism, and weakness. If she thinks about it long enough, she is brimming with regret for the life choices that led her to Arcadia and dead-ended any larger plans she could have had for herself. The aspirations, stresses, and fears which ruled her teenage self suddenly felt so trivial to ever stress about - there was relief, but there was also a gaping hole left behind with the loss of this identity. For the first month she isolated herself, in denial of what haunting figures rattled the cage of her new reality; torturing herself with ‘what if’s’ before a close call allowed that part of her to die and harden over with a new version of her own violent invention. No one knew her enough to question she hadn’t always been so full of grit, audacity, and carelessness. It was a romantic childish notion to imagine her family would be searching for her when they had lacked full attention the first place. Part of her is grateful for the escapism from the pressures attached to her old life, although there is a certain sting to the knowledge of being left behind without a second thought.

[theiceandbones]

I don’t have even kind of enough hours to qualify for EI and the job hunt is a barren wasteland I’m feeling deeply deeply hopeless lmao

[sickofthistoxicshit]

When Instagram suggests I download "Threads",

and I go, wtf for? So I can read more unflattering comments from bitter and ignorant people,

No thanks, I read plenty in the social media platforms I already have.