#my poor roommate

[raddestrose]

Whooo I’m mad stressin about round seven

But I do know that the bass will be FUNKY

[more-like-notome]

The marvels of technology

[there-will-be-a-way]

Just went outside to smoke. Saw fireworks, was happy. Heard the fireworks, was unhappy. Then saw a random dude riding his bike when he fell all of a sudden. The random dude didn't get up again. Thought, "Hm, I should get over." Walked towards him in joggers and slippers. Realized the random dude was my drunk roommate. Helped him up. Then his shopping bag broke and his groceries fell out

I just wanted to go for a quick smoke lmao

[possesseddog]

hey why the fuck did no one warn me about sholmes with dyed hair

I just got fucking jumpscared by him I made the worst noise

[mxxstiq]

on a brighter note, i finished my rewatch of adventure time tonight!

missed seeing my fav Marceline and her bb Bumblegum.

[mexashepot]

Can this workday be over already please I have sooo much to fangirl to my friends about

[pinwheel-studios-and-productions]

Serendipity! One of my oldest characters

[hatsbuckets]

John Price who's tired after missions.

John Price who strips his gear haphazardly and slides on his last clean shirt and sweatpants.

John Price who rubs his face dramatically, huffs, and ignores the after action report he needs to finish up.

John Price who collapses on to the couch in his office, sprawled out on the thing that's almost too small for him.

John Price who doses off right then and there, not caring an ounce for his comfort otherwise.

John Price who barely cracks an eye open when the door to his office drifts open, the warm light from the hall seeping into the dark room, and a particularly exhausted Sergeant enters.

John Price who closes his eyes and just opens his arms, accepting the weight of one Kyle Garrick on top of him, wrapping his arms around the man.

John Price who breaths in time with Gaz as the smaller man shoves his nose into John's shoulder, to which John sighs contentedly.

John Price who doesn't open his eyes when the door cracks open again and the familiar presence of one sleepy Scotsman shoves his way onto the couch next to them, somehow, impossibly, perfectly. The warmth of one John Mactavish burrowing into his side.

John Price who moves his arm so that one is around Gaz and the other is around Soap, sprawled and wrapped into each other on the couch that's definitely too small for them.

John Price who hardly notices when the door opens again, and one silently tired Lieutenant sits on the floor, leaning back against the couch.

John Price who reaches over, gives the man's shoulder one good squeeze, and his hand is caught in the callused fingers of one Simon Riley.

John Price whose eyes scrunch in a smile when his hand is graced with one gentle press of lips before it's released.

John Price who sleeps warm and comfortable in his pile.

John Price who's tired after missions,

but never too tired for his boys.

John Price who eventually snores but all of them are too exhausted to move and are undeniably comforted by the noise anyway.

gaz | soap | ghost

[doctorsiren]

we’ll meet again

[no-place-to-be-happy]

Literally illegal sooob

[selkienet]

doodle billford but if they met in college somehow (they’re the worst couple you know)

anyways goodnight

[noctude]

tried to write a silly little love song for valentines day but it just ended up being about the end of the world again (again)...

At least before the end of time

Would you please be my valentine?

No need for reason or for rhyme

When everything shrinks and bends

And it begins again 

Pretty sure the weather's fine

For taking the commuter line

Should the sun explode or shine

The minutes are worth to spend

and it begins again again

Then without word or warning sign

It all collapses crystalline

And what’s left of us will intertwine

At the end of the end of the end

And it begins again again

The jukebox needs another dime--

Jukebox needs another dime--

The universe as we define

Will all be gone by half past nine

And it begins againagainagainagainagainagainagain

[war-finding-reason]

I sit on these and then forget tumblr is a safe space for them

[bluestjayy]

Life update:

I didn't make my deadline.

After approximately 200 applications, only 6 (first stage) interviews, 3 (second stage interviews), and more rejections than I could cope with some days, I unfortunately haven't been able to find a job since being laid off in September. This means I can no longer stay in my apartment. Which. Sucks.

I'm lucky enough to have my parents to fall back on, so I'll be moving back to their bungalow until I can find something to support me and save up enough money to come back to the city, so that's something. But it's also not going to be great for me while I'm there.

My hometown is an incredibly small mining town in the rural north-east, it's ridiculously close minded and conservative. I'm not out to any of my family for this reason, so I am for sure signing up for a minimum of a year being misgendered and stomaching casual bigotry from everyone I'm surrounded by.

And I love my parents, but our relationship isn't the best. They have a lot of really unhealthy, toxic, and occasionally abusive behaviours, and the way they treat each other and me is really... well it's not always good. Which is part of the reason I not only moved out but to a city that's 3 hours away in the first place. Their home is not intended for anyone but the two of them, it is incredibly small, and I will be living in a second room that only fits a camp bed and a small desk with very little privacy as this room is also where some of the utilities are. It's something, and I am so lucky to have this option at all vs complete homelessness. But I also know the toll this is all going to take on me physically, mentally, and emotionally.

I have already had to start looking at my current possessions, over 4 years of the life I built here, and decide which parts I get to keep and which I now have to leave behind.

Being back there is going to be... I don't know. I get into dark places whenever I go home for the holidays for a few days so living there again... I really don't know.

I guess the only thing keeping me going is the idea I will be able to come back to the city I'm in right now, the one I call home, eventually. It's just going to take some time.

And I have a plan, I am already job hunting for remote roles I can do back there, I'm open to taking on two or three if necessary, and I've started working on opening an Etsy store for some of my crafting creations that may also help me fundraise the money to leave a lot faster. Perhaps I'll even consider commissions again.

But it's definitely going to be a long long year getting myself back on my feet again.

One of the only upsides currently is how much time I have to be working on fic and art (whenever the muse allows me!) so that's something I guess haha.

Anyway, thoughts and love and support and virtual hugs go a long way for me rn, and if you're so inclined (absolutely 100% not necessary but every little helps) here is the link to my tip-jar:

Ko-Fi

Even just giving this post a share would really help me right now. Those who know me know I find it really difficult to ask for help even when I'm in desperate need of it but I think, after six weeks of this reality slowly creeping up on me, I have reached a point where I am ready to say I really need it.

The fandom communities I have found myself in the last year have been an absolute rock for me. And I am so glad I get to be a part of them with you all.

In the end, it will be okay. That's what I have to keep telling myself. Positively rebellious and rebelliously positive.

Thank you for reading, I hope you have a wonderful day and I appreciate you all so much 💛

[racetrackmybeloved]

genuine question for you theatre nerds: how do you get through the end of carrying the banner without taking a breath??

maybe my lung capacity is just trash but i swear this is REALLY long section to go without breathing:

I was stakin' out the circus and then someone said that Coney's

Really hot but when I get there there was Spot with all his cronies

Heck, I'm gonna take what little dough I've got and play the ponies

We at least deserves a headline for the hours that they work us

Jeez I bet if I just stayed a little longer at the circus

is it just that my lungs suck? its probably just that my lungs suck lol

also, i cannot even fathom the difficulty of singing this while also dancing

[cloudwisp]

maybe I do have to write this caleb fic if I ever want to write about my faves again