#lazy thursday

[yourfavouritebookseller]

The colour of happy

[actualmothfluffs]

When lazy and horny collide

[souvenir116]

Charles being sassy for 39 seconds:

all vids are from Clara 🤍

[hedgehog-hell]

it sure would suck to be thrown right about now!

[docedg]

she doesn't like skirts lol

[dowellna]

When you remembered an old cartoon you used to watch (it’s not so good as you remembered, but at least robot design slap)

[workinprogress14]

lazy day look

[sleepi-toasti]

took me a bit bc i am tired and it's kinda lazy but here ya go

bailey hates the slang bc she has no ✨ goshdarn clue ✨ what any of it means

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AND ITS A NERF GUN DON'T WORRY AARON IS OKAY

[ddeongies]

thwip thursday

[rottiens]

here's a star for you for making it alive to this wonderful Thursday 🌟 !

[soft-twink]

Sometimes I record or take pictures, watch them back, and I’m like “oh wow I did get a little fat” 😳

He/They

[vayneoc]

I crave your taste all night long.

'Til morning comes

I'm getting what is mine

You gon' get yours.

[thedeathdeelers]

falling for you; falling through you

[locker scene but slightly to the left]

He lands on familiar linoleum flooring, his ears immediately assaulted by a loud ringing he had blissfully avoided for…25 years?

He quickly shakes his head at the numbers floating through his head, his eyes eager as he scans the growing crowd of students for Julie’s familiar colours. It doesn’t take him long to spot her by her locker, her fingers deftly working the lock before it clicks and the blue door swings open.

Luke moves into action, successfully dodging a couple of students in his path before he sidles up to the locker besides Julie, his breath coming in short as he waits for the right moment to surprise her.

“Hey!”

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…He wasn’t known for his patience, sue him.

She jumps at the sound of his voice, gasping loudly before quickly looking around to check for any eavesdroppers. Once certain they were safe, she turns back towards him, the shock on her face turning into an exasperated, yet affectionate, smile.

“Normal people don’t do that,” she starts, crossing her arms. “And ghosts definitely shouldn’t.” She shakes her head at him, then smiles again, tilting her head to the side in question. “What are you doing here?”

Luke pushes himself off her locker, already feeling jittery as he shifts just that much closer to her.

“We need to talk about what song we’re gonna play tonight. I was thinking...” He leans forward a little on his toes, scrunching his face to emphasise his enthusiasm before bouncing back down on his feet. “Great?”

Julie looks over his shoulder, her smile shifting from his favourite to one that pales in comparison as her eyes follow whatever she saw over his shoulder.

Two girls walk by them, waving to Julie as she nods her head at them, bouncing on her toes. Luke watches as she fully breaks eye contact with him, her eyes flitting down to the phone on her hands as her fingers tap away.

She then takes him by surprise, lifting the phone up to her ear.

“You’re just gonna take a phone call while we’re talking?” Luke can’t help letting the offended tone leak into his voice. “You know how rude that is?”

“Hey!” she says, ignoring his question. “Thanks for calling.” Her eyes suddenly flick back up, finally focusing back on him. “Otherwise people might think I’m talking to myself.”

Oh..right. He wasn’t visible to others.

Yup.

“Riiiiiiight,” he nods, a sheepish smile on his lips, that then turns into one of mischief. “nice.”

“No- but yeah” she continues speaking into the phone, her eyes flitting between his and their surroundings. “I think Great is a...great choice.”

She smiles up at him, eyes bright and expectant.

Was that it? Did she expect him to leave now? He wasn’t ready to let her go yet. He hasn’t told her the one thing he’d been so anxious to say to her.

Luke mentally shakes his head to get his thoughts (and nerves) back in order, forcing himself to act as close to casual as he can pull off.

“Sweet well....” He stretches his arm out, and casually leans against the locker to his right. His eyes slip past Julie’s for a moment as he builds up the courage to speak, only to notice that the hallway had gotten busier. Maybe…maybe now wasn’t a good time to talk to Julie. Maybe in the comfort of their studio…

Luke deflates at the thought of having to put it off, but figured it would be for the best. His eyes flick back to Julie’s awaiting gaze, and his still phantom heart flutters in his chest.

“I mean that- that’s pretty much what I,” he stutters. Since when did he stutter?! He takes a small breath and continues. “What I wanted to talk to you about, so...”

“Oh.” She hesitates, then quietly adds, “okay.”

And that’s all it takes. Oh. Such a simple word - a syllable even — and yet somehow that one sound coming out of Julie…it’s a weakness to him.

It all just spills right out of him.

“Uh, actually, no, there- there is one more thing I wanted to talk to you about. It’s..” Luke taps his fingers against the cool metal, a nervous tic as he searches for the right words that were floating through his mind just a second ago. “Look I-I know I’m not the...easiest person to work with,” he starts, his free hand making its way up towards the back of his head — another nervous tic but a comforting one. He scratches his head and continues. “But- I- I wanted to tell you that..” he takes a deep breath, and “I think you make me a better writer.”

If he was alive his heart would be beating a mile a minute, his palms slick with sweat.

It’s quiet for a second, and Luke nearly starts to regret his impulsive decision-

Julie breaks eye contact for a moment, nodding her head as her eyes scan the space around them, before her eyes are back on his, gaze locked.

“I think we make each other better.”

It takes him a second, two, maybe even three as his mind tries to process the words said by Julie...to him. He loses focus, the only thing his mind can process is the way she is looking at him right now — her bright eyes shining through her long lashes, her sweet smile making it hard for him to breathe, even as his brain belatedly reminds him that doesn’t need to breathe…

And everything around him just..melts away.

Just as he does, a moment later, right through Julie’s classmate’s locker. He stumbles, his feet trying to find their footing as his arms flail through the cold metal before he manages to hoist himself out of the cold, musty locker. His eyes are momentarily blinded by the sudden burst of light, blinking wildly as he tries to readjust back to a normal standing position. It takes him a few seconds to find his footing, to understand his surroundings — but one moment he was in a losing fight against the cold metal of the school lockers, and the next he could hear the sound of uncontrollable laughter making its way to his ears.

She was laughing at him.

He opens his mouth to try and save whatever ounce of pride he could , but stops short the moment he hears her words reverberate in his mind.

We make each other better.

She thought he made her better, too.

Maybe his slip up was worth it.

Maybe he should try making her laugh more.

[july-19th-club]

there's a guy who i dont work with but who works from my building as a consultant for a job-center type organization, and whenever he comes in he like. sets such a good example of patience, compassion, good manners, and...i dont know, gentleness that it makes me try harder not to be irritable or impatient with patrons. two totally different jobs, we never even speak unless he's asking for the stapler or we're saying hi and bye on his way in and out of the building, but every thursday good old boring average chris shows up to set up his laptop at one of our public tables and meet clients, and he's so goddamn nice i'm like okay i have to be nice too . so thanks chris

[watery-melon-baller]

check out local girl who feels like cruelest person in the world for not taking her coworkers shift (she has covered literally every shift that needs covering for the past 2 months)

[arviyya]

It's amazing how much music influences writing, isn't it?

I use a lyrical quote at the beginning of every fic I write, oftentimes that quote spurred the entire brainrot.

But that's art, isn't it? we emulate our inspirations naturally, and I personally think that's a beautiful thing. Rather than art being a singular lonely entity, it's a web that connects the human experience spanning across thousands of years.

That might sound like an exaggeration, but it's not. Humans really have been in this loop since the first art appeared on the walls of ancient caves - inspired to create, creating to inspire, and on and on it goes.

That's what fanfic is at the end of the day, interpreting characters inspired by their canon selves from art that someone else created. It's all just part of the web, connecting us, and bonding us through expression.

That's the point of fandom, to connect, create, bond, and build friendships from shared love of these characters and all the silliness.

Don't forget that. Seems some of you have.