#like god i hate it

[theflyestwhiteboyofthemall]

i miss them strong sudden wave of i miss them i miss them so much fuck ive been watching their photo too often they're so pretty but also it's so obvious we're miles away in every aspect im glad at least i attempted to right the nasty 2021 "separation" im disappointed in how 2022-2023 reunion went im disappointed in what i did. im glad i was only weak like once in 2024. i dont intend to fuck up this year ive been thinking off them too much i need to stop ugh sigh

[astral-scout]

party rockers in the

[pawsnifferpup]

if you have a transfem lover I do not even know how to begin to explain how important it is that you touch her without her having to ask

[raffi-cat]

red crowned crane grian

[anne-is-confused]

only you.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

[teaboot]

YOOOOO CHECK THIS SHIT OUT I FOUND BATTERY-OPERATED AM/FM RADIO HEADPHONES

I’M NEVER USING WIFI DATA SPOTIFY ITUNES YOUTUBE MUSIC APP SHIT OUTSIDE MY HOUSE EVER AGAIN

[hinamie]

don't feel too well//you're always on my mind

[lemonada-fritada]

“I miss william”

came back after a long break due to suffering from Not being able to finish a single damn drawing disease, and now im pumping art for entirely different fandom! Terrific.

[ghouljams]

You have a wet dream about your boss.

It's a normal thing, a totally normal, completely understandable thing. You spend all day doing things for the ass, running to grab coffee or expense reports, putting up with his most recent line of unwanted flirting. Which is probably why he's started haunting your after-work thoughts as well.

The dream does make it hard to meet Mr. Price's eye when he calls you into his office in the morning.

You think he might get off on the avoidance or at least get off on having you stand in front of his desk. Keeping you motionless except your occasional grimace of discomfort is likely his second favorite activity, save for helping you stuff HR's harassment folder.

What doesn't help, you think as your eyes flick over the desk he'd bent you over (the couch you'd spread your legs on, the floor you'd licked clean of his spend, the window he'd pressed your tits to and husked in your ear about letting the whole city know who your bratty cunt belonged to), is the way he spreads his legs in his high backed chair, like he wants you to get a good look at the way his fitted slacks crease over his cock. His thick thighs already strain the fabric it's a wonder he doesn't break a seam with how the poor things creak with each movement.

Which you suppose makes it inevitable that you'd glance at the soft line of his cock under his trousers in your frantic desire to keep from meeting his eye, just as you know he's seen you do it as soon as your eyes flick to his face in humiliated apprehension. You're almost hopeful he hadn't noticed, but it's too much to wish for anything around this man. There's a reason you've grown to loath him so much, the persistent sexual harassment you could deal with if he wasn't so damn perceptive. Hell, that might be the only reason he still has his job, the CEO has to answer to someone right?

Well, he answers to you right now, answers to your stare with an appreciative drag of his own eyes over you, leaning back in his chair to rest his chin against his knuckles, a smile cracking the soft lines of his face. It makes you shiver, that man never smiles for anyone's pleasure but his own.

"Don't tell me I've broken you already," He clicks his tongue, reprimanding, "you were just starting to be fun."

[alwaysagathario]

Get yourself someone who will look at you the way Rio looks at Agatha when she's so absorbed in a spell she actually thinks she's a cop and needs to solve a case.

[listen-to-the-inner-walrus]

so in an attempt to actually use positive thinking, anytime i fuck up and my brain reacts as if ive cause a minor apocalyptic event, i compare my fuck up to the 4 minute fuck up committed by the crew of the uss william d porter.

and only today, as i was having to explain what happened to my mom when i was explaining the whole comparison thing, did i realise that most people dont know about it and ive decided that needs to change because its objectively hilarious.

...which is a weird thing to say about an event that occured on a warship in 1943, specifically november 14th.

see the uss william d porter was a fletcher-class destroyer but you dont need to know what that means, just that she had guns that went bang bang and that she was escorting another ship, the uss iowa, to cairo.

while they were on their way there, they performed some gun trials like testing the anti-aircraft guns or the torpedos. and while they were running a torpedo drill, the crew of the porter managed to fire a live torpedo straight at the iowa which you know, in terms of a list of things to do while escorting a ship, shooting a torpedo at them is not on that list.

especially if the president of the united states is on board.

yeah so fdr was on board and the gun trials were actually his idea, and part of the trials was that they were conducted under radio silence.

and that means the crew of the porter couldnt just call the iowa to be like "move out the way, we accidentally shot a torpedo at you."

but they did have signal lamps and you know, the signalman on board was trained to signal this exact kind of message.

...and uh never mind, the signalman did manage to successfully tell the iowa that a torpedo was coming toward them but wasnt as successful when it came to the direction the torpedo was coming from.

not all hope is lost though because the signalman could still use the signal lamp to correct his previous mistake and-, never mind, he announced that the porter was reversing, which she wasnt.

yeah so at catastrophic mistake number 3, they broke radio silence to warn the iowa and she managed to turn out of the way just in time which meant no one got hurt. and even though the inquiry into the incident led to chief torpedoman (fantastic job title btw) lawton dawson being sentences to hard labour, fdr intervened and waved away his sentence, saying it was all an accident.

but yeah, so thats my new measure for "how much did i really fuck up?" and when i compared accidentally picking up a pencil case without a tag on it in wilko, turns out it was a very minor fuck-up. yes, the cashier had to ask another worker to grab a duplicate so they could scan the barcode, but i didnt nearly kill the president during wartime via accidental friendly fire

[afalconfromalcyoneus]

Just a reminder for the official writing team and fandom

[umblrspectrum]

i hate perspective. happy new years also

[koszmarnybudyn]

Yes i did find the opera delightful.

[notyourmusebby]

Ollie’s favorite really is Carlos. He was so distraught at the idea people or Carlos would think that “Ciao” radio was targeted to Carlos

“They played it at a strange time bc I didn’t say that to Carlos.”

“I said it to Lawson and the Alpine.. just wanted to clear that one up, it wasn’t against Carlos”

my heart 🤚🏼♥️