#outside of the trailer

[weirfq1]

sometimes i think about those teen telenovelas that were extremely popular in a lot of different places except english speaking countries that got an eng dub trailer and then they either flopped or... nothing happened

[wiisagi-maiingan]

I love tornado survival guides. "Shelter in a basement or interior room without any windows. But if you're in a mobile home, just fucking die I guess lol"

[sophfandoms53]

Im fucking crying why did he say this, bro has never been outside before😭😭

[sugar-scar]

[plumbewb]

🌙✨

[anifever]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡ “ d’you like this outfit, steve? ”

“ yeah, do a lil’ spin for me doll. ” ₊˚⊹♡.

[fremulon]

Not over the way that everything would be better if you were just near one particular person is literally the story of what happens over and over again in S1. I know this is the implicit message of all those gifsets (god bless) but I'm a words person, I have to talk it out to really put it together.

And--that's the theme of the 1x03 cold open, right? One or the other of them is in a bad place, mentally or physically, and then the other one shows up and even if everything's not all right, it's better. Aziraphale's face lighting up in the Bastille. Crowley being surprised by how amused he is at "Let me tempt you--" in Rome. Time after time, they're confused or upset or in trouble and then, they meet, and everything's a bit better.

It's not just in the cold open, either; we see it when Crowley's in the bar after the bookshop burns, feeling hopeless until Aziraphale shows up. Everything's better.

We see it in literally their first interaction, when Aziraphale's fretting over whether he did the wrong thing, and then he meets Crowley, and he laughs (however briefly). Everything's better.

So it's been happening since the very beginning, and by now it really is if you were just near. As soon as you're here, everything's better.

[mattdillonbae]

YALL I DONT KNOW IF THIS IS TRUE BUT APPARENTLY MATT DILLON WAS F-ING GIRLS WHILE ON THE SET OF THE OUTSIDERS IN HIS TRAILER-

UHMMMMM

[r0seb100d]

hi!! Could you do a Dallas winston x reader fic where Dallas had a bad day and/ or just isn't doing the best mentally and the reader has to comfort him?

Hii! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy <3 🤍

Warnings: fem!reader, slightly ooc Dallas.

You don't ever have to be stronger than you really are

When you're lying in my arms

Glancing down at her watch, y/n noted that Dallas was now forty minutes late for the date he had promised her just the night before. She stood at her bedroom window, peeking through the blinds, hoping to see him pull up in Buck’s car with a damn good reason for making her sit around for him all dressed up with her hair and makeup done perfectly, which happened to be a rare occurrence, and she’d be pissed if it all went to waste. 

Dallas was supposed to have picked her up at twelve and driven her down to the dingo to get lunch and then head to the cinema to see the movie they had bought tickets for.

It was now far too late to go get food, so even if he deigned to show up now, they would have to rush to make it on time for the movie. The whole situation irritated her deeply. Not even a call to say he was late or that something unexpected had come up. Nothing. Y/n felt pathetic as she stared blankly at her walls, deciding enough was enough. 

Perhaps Dallas had gotten it mixed up and was waiting to meet her there? No, that was ridiculous; he knew she didn’t drive, and it would be a good thirty-minute walk from her house. He had never once stooped that low; in fact, he always insisted on driving her everywhere. Buck’s cursing meant nothing to him; Dallas enjoyed driving her around, and he hoped to one day save up enough to buy his own car so they could drive wherever and whenever together.

Slipping on her red kitten heels, y/n stormed down the stairs, anger fueling each determined step.

She twisted the keys harshly in the lock and marched her way over to the roadhouse, not caring how she looked to others. Suddenly, a twisted thought burrowed its way into her mind, infecting her with a deep feeling of dread. What if he was simply sick of her? Maybe he was cheating. After all, what else could he be so preoccupied with at the moment? Y/n tried to calm herself down; she was working herself up over nothing. Dallas had never once given her any reason to believe those thoughts; they were simply insecurities taking over. 

She held her breath as she stepped into the bar, heading straight upstairs. Her heart was hammering in her chest. Despite knowing better, those horrible thoughts still lingered, leaving a burning, hollow pit in her stomach. 

Knocking once at his door, she stood helplessly in front of his room, clutching the straps of her purse for dear life. When there was no response, she knocked again. Still nothing. 

She was about to give up when she heard shuffling sounds coming from inside, so she knocked once more.

“Fuck off man. I already told ya I’m not in the mood for cards right now.”

So he was there after all. Talking about playing cards with some randos when he had left her to wait like that

“Dallas?” 

Her voice was stone cold, not giving away any of her emotions; she refused to let him have that control. 

He remained silent, and this infuriated her.

“I’m coming in whether you like it or not.”

Turning the handle, y/n pushed the door open and stepped inside only to be met with a heavy cloud of cigarette smoke filling her lungs.

She waved her arms around and covered her mouth, coughing as the smoke filled her lungs.

“What the hell is going on in here?”

Most of the smoke had diffused into the corridor, and y/n was able to get a better look at the room.

Countless beer cans and whiskey bottles were scattered all over the floor, a danger hazard for anyone trying to safely walk in there, and the room was messier than it ever had been.

Then there was Dallas, sitting shirtless on his bed with a cigarette hanging limply between his lips, with a faraway drunken look on his face.

He glanced over at her, taking in her doll-like appearance, and mentally punched himself for being such an asshole.

“Shit, doll, I’m so sorry; I completely forgot. I lost track of time, and I—”

His words were slurred, and her nose was scrunched up, not from disgust but from unease. This was the last thing she had expected, to walk in here and find him looking so… defeated.

“What? So you’ve just been drinking in here all day? I’ve been waiting for you, but clearly you’re busy, so call me when you actually make an effort to remember our plans.” 

Y/n had already begun to turn and leave, but she heard Dallas release an unsteady breath.

She immediately spun around and looked at him properly for the first time today and felt all her anger dissipate as she noticed something. He was crying. He had been crying.

She took slow, cautious steps, like approaching a feral animal, and sat carefully at the foot of his bed.

“Dal? What’s wrong?”

She had never seen him like this. Furious? Sure. But never this sad.

“The fuck is wrong with me?” 

He rubbed his face with agitation and avoided making eye contact with her. He felt so vulnerable and weak; it was embarrassing.

“Hey.” Her voice was soft. “Nothing is wrong with you. What happened? 

She dropped her bag on the floor and crawled over to him, still keeping a slight distance in case he wanted some space. When he didn’t back away, she pulled his head onto her chest and stroked his hair with one hand, wiping his tears with the other.

Dallas wrapped his big arms around her middle, silent tears staining her shirt.

“I don’t know; I’ve just been feeling like shit, think the alcohol made it worse.” 

He let out a dry chuckle.

“It’s okay, just relax; when you want to talk, I’ll be right here.”

She continued grazing her nails soothingly over his scalp, hoping to relieve some of his tension.

“Just, call me next time, okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry bout that; I know we paid for those, and you were lookin’ forward to goin’ out.”

She immediately sat up, turning his face to meet hers.

“Dal, that’s not what I meant at all. I don’t give a damn about tickets or money. I care about you. If you’re sitting up here feeling like shit, I want to know, even if you just call to tell me you need the afternoon to get better, okay? I don’t want to be getting all annoyed for nothing, especially when you don’t deserve it. You’ve been so good to me, and being upset doesn’t make you weak; don’t hide. 

He gazed up at her with a look so soft it was almost unreal.

“I love you doll.”

“I love you too.”

When he didn’t rest his head back against her chest and lay somewhat awkwardly, she let out a playful huff, laughing.

“Oh come here and quit being a stubborn ass.”

Dallas could only laugh back, feeling happy for the first time this afternoon.

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[skitskatdacat63]

"Memories of This Life" - Il Capitano(x)

[luna-loveboop]

So something I noticed in the Echoes of Wisdom- into the still world trailer-

The room where Zelda finds the 'mysterious sword' that gives her the sword fighter form is the same one where puppet link attacks her

Obviously the large center stone has moved- but the layout with grass and pots, the stairs, and floor markings are the same

The markings on the stones match as well-exactly match, although the center one has moved

So my theory? It is definitely Link's sword, dropped from puppet Link

Go get him girl

[isjasz]

The brainrot (help me)

There is now Part 2

[apollos-boyfriend]

honestly another huge loss of the minecraft movie is steve’s pronouns 😭 it would’ve been really cool to have a character played by jack black (who goes against a lot of stereotypical non-binary portrayals in media) use they/them pronouns but alas. they forcemasc’d my steve

[karokawwo]

also can I say. I think it's pretty concerning how there's a group of people who think vere works at a brothel when he literally admits he was just pretending to mess with you. media literacy is in such a dire state people aren't even reading anymore

[alaskan-wallflower]

i haven’t seen enough memes of steve randle with the I…am STEVE audio age it’s sad

[fullmoonfireball]

slutshaming him!!!!!!