#reverse hipster

[ingravinoveritas]

Video of Michael listening to David's eulogy on the WTAWTAW podcast. The way he is blushing and laughing with his whole body is everything...

[shananigans-posting]

The Reverse Omens fanart possibilities from this image requires talent beyond me. But a PWP fanfic is not.

[grimark]

the main problem with that vampire show is i’m a contrary bitch and on principle i will resist watching something so clearly relevant to my interests. like ohhh it’s got complicated toxic relationships and not just romantic/sexual ones but toxic platonic relationships as well? with gay people who are obsessed with each other and lie a lot and conceal their identities, you say? and there’s multiple unreliable narrators, and the falsifiability of memory is a big theme? and there’s people who eat other people? i love all that shit. fuck off. also i can’t stand vampires. i think they’re overrated.

[arosnowflake]

The problem with BOTW is that it's obnoxiously popular in the LOZ fandom to the detriment of other games but also unfortunately it's genuinely really really fun to write fanfic for.

[sas-afras]

im truly genuinely so happy for everyone having fun with the prime show, even though i have the tags blacklisted out the ass and half my dashboard is unusable

ill probably watch it in like 2-3 years when the hype dies down and cant benefit amazon anymore <3

[inwhichiramble]

Finally hopping on the bandwagon… but to keep it on brand we’re doing

[socraticcryptid]

almost ten years after all my friends got tumblr, here I am, joining the website long after they left.

[catniplynx]

the one thing wayhaught has over ronance (besides you know, being actually canon) is that the wayhaught community had so many good western/cowboy AUs, something the ronance gang is sorely lacking

[ingravinoveritas]

My brain so immediately turned this into "David would fold himself in half" and honestly I'm not sure I am wrong...

michael sheen would pause the good omens 3 sex scene to argue with the intimacy coordinator

[ingravinoveritas]

irvinis replied to your post "Among other things...”

@ingravinoveritas Don't you think Michael had time to imagine for a second that this was really an epitaph and David had to say it (regardless of the context in which it was all presented as a joke)? The moment he wipes away his tears. Apparently, this is something very British, but at Michael’s age, after Covid... I don’t think such thoughts did not occur to him.

@irvinis Oh, absolutely. I think it definitely was that very British thing of feeling a lot of powerful emotions and trying to deflect from them with humor. I also wouldn't be surprised if this made Michael think of when he was in New York and very sick with Covid in 2021 and David was checking in on him on a daily basis. Or maybe much more recently, when Michael was ill at the beginning of March and missed several performances of Nye. With Michael being in London, it could be that David was checking in on him again, but this time in person. Bringing Michael tea, or rubbing his shoulders, or sitting close to him in bed and reading as he drifts off to sleep.

I feel like these are the moments that would bring that tear to Michael's eye. The moments that make you think about mortality and who you want there with you when things get really hard. And a eulogy is meant to be delivered by a loved one--someone you're close with, someone who could easily speak for you. Someone who knew you the best. And Michael chose David to be that person.

So yes, I think Michael's tears here were bittersweet. Mostly humor, but with just a tinge of sadness mixed in. And the comfort of knowing that he would never have to worry about a eulogy as long as David was the one giving it...

[txttletale]

reverse unpopular opinion: Taylor Swift

it's easy to be a contrarian and say all her music sucks but im going to be brave and risk alienating all the try hard hipsters who hate everything popular to say that "fuck like a mountain rat" is already a modern classic

[deathwhoregutfucker]

IVE BEEN FUCKING SAYING VARG WENT THROUGH TWINK DEATH LIKE HOW DID HE AGE 80 YEARS IN THE SPAN OF LIKE 20 😭

i say "how" as if he doesn't have enough kids for a full volleyball team lmao

literally he had the craziest twink death, and i personally think everything went downhill after he shaved his head because look

the first is from 1994 and the second is 1995

and then his fucking BALD era in 1996 (i think)

and i would say it started to go wrong in '97 when his hair was growing back in, but I also can't even believe that this is Varg. like, he looks like a fucking model. it's crazy.

like WHO TF ARE YOU??? i literally reverse imaged searched this photo to make absolute sure that it was him

also '97. not looking great but not as bad as now.

and in 2000 he looked like a middle aged dad

in '08 he looked like a hipster who lives in portland and reads vice every day

and by the time it's 2010/11, he's fucking cooked.

rest in peace twink kristian! you're in our thoughts and prayers (and out ao3 fanfics)

[pumperpup]

In the heart of the metropolis, where the streets buzzed with the eclectic energy of its inhabitants, Elliot, a young man of distinctive taste and a penchant for the unconventional, embarked on a quest that would etch an unforgettable chapter in his life's narrative. Known for his love of vintage vinyl and the art of coffee brewing, Elliot was the epitome of urban hipster sophistication. His journey into the unknown commenced with the discovery of the Moonlight Diet, a regimen shrouded in mystique, promising not just weight loss but a transformation of the self.

As the moon waxed and waned, so did Elliot's enthusiasm for his nocturnal feasts. Under the luminescence of the celestial orb, he dined on a cornucopia of exotic fruits and rarefied edibles, each bite an ode to the night. Initially, the changes were subtle: a lightness of being, a newfound vigor. But as the nights unfurled, a more tangible metamorphosis took root.

Elliot's belly, once flat and unassuming, began to burgeon. It swelled like a balloon on the cusp of flight, stretching his flannel shirts to their limits. The transformation was both bewildering and mesmerizing. His midsection took on a life of its own, a spherical monument to the moon's enigmatic power. It jiggled with a peculiar grace, a soft, pillowy expanse that elicited a mixture of awe and consternation in those who beheld it.

The sensation of his expanding girth was peculiar; it was as if he carried the moon's essence within him, a constant, gentle weight that nudged him towards an understanding of the universe's mysteries. Each step he took was a dance with gravity, a negotiation with the newfound corpulence that marked him as a disciple of the night's shadowy diet.

Embarking on a quest for answers, Elliot sought the counsel of a wise nutritionist, whose laughter at his tale echoed the whimsy of his predicament. She explained the folly of his ways, how the disruption of natural rhythms and the allure of moonlit enchantments had led to his remarkable transformation.

Yet, despite the wisdom imparted, Elliot's belly refused to concede to the realms of normalcy. Instead, it continued its celestial expansion, growing to sizes beyond what was typically possible, a phenomenon that defied the laws of physics and biology. Elliot's silhouette became a legend in itself, a living testament to the night sky's boundless influence. His belly, now a marvel of the modern world, shone with a luminescence reminiscent of the very moonlight that had begotten its growth.

Far from seeking to reverse this unparalleled transformation, Elliot embraced his unique condition. He became a symbol of the extraordinary, a beacon for those drawn to the mysteries of the universe. Crowds would gather to witness the man whose belly had transcended human limitations, each viewing a reminder that the world was filled with wonders far beyond our understanding.

In this new chapter of his life, Elliot navigated his existence with a buoyancy both literal and metaphorical. His story, a blend of curiosity, adventure, and the sheer unpredictability of life, echoed through the streets of the city, a tale not of caution but of embracing the unknown with an open heart and an unyielding spirit. Elliot, and his ever-expanding belly, became a legend, a mythic figure dancing in the moonlight, forever a part of the celestial tapestry that had so dramatically reshaped his destiny.

[ingravinoveritas]

Love these two in their cute little complementing glasses... (x)

[ingravinoveritas]

And there is a 99.99999% chance this would never have happened if anyone other than Michael had been cast as Aziraphale opposite anyone other than David as Crowley...

i’m just like aziraphale for real because i will see crowley in one of his most modest outfits of all time and be like Whoa mama! Hummina hummina hummina bazooooooooing! *eyes pop out* AROOOOOOOOGA! *jaw drops tongue rolls out* WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF *tongue bursts out of my mouth* WURBLWUBRLBWURblrwurblwurlbrwubrlwburlwbruwrlblwublr *tiny cupid shoots an arrow through heart* Ahhhhhhhhhhh me lady... *heart in the shape of a heart starts beating so hard you can see it through shirt* ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum *milk truck crashes into a bakery store in the background spiling white liquid and dough on the streets* BABY WANTS TO FUCK *inhales from the gas tank* honka honka honka honka ohhhh my gooooodd~

[nenoname]

the realisation that ford's dream hipster dream basically described what happened during the portal incident to a t but with reversed roles

"it grabbed him and lifted him into the air. i tried to run to help him, but my feet were frozen" i'm gonna chuck my phone out the window