#sadly a true story

[malschauen]

When I was 18 years old, a classmate asked me: "did you ever watch a movie that permanently altered your perception? For example seeing things, hallucinating but not really hallucinating?" she was two years younger than me and went through that "I finally have friends that get me and I'm so alternative" phase as she moved her social circle closer to mine. She knew I had an unusual interest in dark stuff (I didn't brag much about it but I was never shy to admit that I've seen some fucked up movies as a child and teenie). She asked that question in a manner like someone would ask "oh have you seen that new ad, it's so quirky". I didn't like the way she treated herself, she made herself dependent on her boyfriend that treated her poorly, she didn't understand that this kind of topic is not suited to be discussed around the trendy girls as they would not understand and find her even creepier. I said: "nah, I don't want to risk anything" and she continued: "what? Why not? I think it'd kind of fun to experience such a modification of your perception" in this light hearted tone of voice.

I didn't respond, I looked into her eyes, she seemed unbothered but understood that the topic was done.

I never told her that I see silhouettes of people at night standing at the back of parked cars, everytime I drive in the night. Their posture implies they want to cross the street, their upper bodies slightly bend forwards, their legs glued to the vehicle. I know they aren't there, I know it's just a play of lights my brain puzzles into something familiar but after more than 15 years I still see them in the dark.

[starrystevie]

18+ | cw: improper use of plumping lipgloss, mentions of alcohol, oral sex, it's steddie endgame i promise | crossposted on twitter

it’s no secret, steve likes making out. likes isn’t a strong enough word. he loves making out. loves grabbing hold of someone and pulling them close, loves laying over them on a couch, on a bed, hips just barely moving as he takes them apart with lips and teeth and tongue.

that doesn’t change once he’s had a few drinks either, body tingling with tequila or vodka or something equally strong that has his inhibitions thrown to the wind. he’s always able to find someone willing to dance with him, hips pressed together and arms wrapped around shoulders.

it’s usually girls, pretty things with pretty hair that draw steve in like a punch drunk happy moth to an overzealous flame. they’ll turn their heads with a flirty shy smile and follow him out to the dance floor before pressing up tight against his front.

they’ll curl their fingers into his where they rest low on their hips and keep him close. they’ll drop their heads onto his shoulder and let their breath ghost over the side of his face until he gets the all too obvious hint.

steve likes making out on a dance floor. no, not likes.

loves.

that is until his lips are covered in sticky, sweet lip gloss and he’s pulling away because his tongue is on fire, tingling from something other than alcohol and the thrill of being in a pretty girl’s mouth.

“what is that?” he yells into her ear over the bumping bass.

“sorry,” the girl says sheepishly, “it’s my lipgloss. it plumps my lips.”

she goes back in to kiss steve once more and he isn’t exactly going to deny her. her lips are pretty just like her, plump and shiny and all too inviting, so he kisses her back. the gloss is spicy on the cracks of his lips, on the tip of his tongue when he he pulls her lip in between his teeth. it’s addictive in a way. he wonders if his own lips will plump up from the contact alone.

later, when they say their drawn out goodbyes outside of the club, he’ll ask to borrow the lip gloss since his night isn’t over yet. she’ll pull it out with a grin and apply it so sweetly to her own lips and then to his. her touch is gentle and precise before she puts the tube back in her purse and then connects their lips for a final time.

steve likes to make out. no, not likes.

loves.

so he goes to a bar around the corner, robin hot on his coat tails with some blonde she picked up attached to her side, and he’ll order a vodka soda that he can sip through a straw so he doesn’t destroy his pretty glossed lips. the bar is grungy, but steve almost prefers that, able to blend into smoky shadows and dark corners while he watches the crowd.

while he watches someone in the crowd watch him back.

he has wild curly hair and handcuffs on his belt and steve swears he’s staring at his lips and the way the light is bouncing off of the gloss, but he isn’t too sure. not until there’s wild curly hair and handcuffs on a belt standing right in front of him.

steve has a different confidence with guys. maybe it’s because he has to read them a little differently. maybe its because he gets read by them a little differently, too. but flirting is flirting all the same and steve finds himself biting at his lip and licking away some of the spicy lip gloss with a wince as it burns the inside of his mouth.

curly hair handcuff guy is cuter once they start talking for a while, all animated and vibrant, a bright shiny beacon in a dingy bar. he finds out his name is eddie with a lingering handshake that means something, fingers trailing and tingling like they had a spice to them, too.

they don’t dance, but they do end up out back, sharing a cigarette as drunk people stumble around them. it’s easy enough for eddie to light, flame from the lighter sparking in his big, brown eyes.

“so steve,” he says, flicker of some other kind of spark in his eye, “where to?”

and steve knows how to do this part. he grabs the cigarette out of eddie’s mouth and puffs on it himself, blowing the smoke over his head. “is it too forward to say i don’t think i can last much longer without getting my mouth on you?”

eddie grins and lets his eyes flit down. “no. is it too forward for me to say that i’d let you do anything to me, mouth or otherwise?”

he takes the cigarette back and steve can see his trace left behind on the filter, can see when the hint of gloss hits eddie’s lips if the wrinkle of his eyebrows is anything to go off of.

he doesn’t say anything, just winks over at steve. he doesn’t say anything, just drags him into a taxi. he doesn’t say anything, just wraps a hand high over steve’s thigh, just pushes steve up against his apartment wall, just fumbles over handcuffs and pushes down his jeans.

steve likes making out. no, not likes.

loves.

if he loves making out, then he really fucking craves giving head. he feels like a cartoon animal with hearts popping out of his head as he pulls eddie’s cock out of his briefs. he licks his lips like he’s starving and regrets it when the gloss singes his tongue.

steve looks up from his knees and swipes a finger over his lips, holding it up high for eddie to see. “taste it,” he whispers.

eddie’s eyes widen, but he obediently bends his neck, tongue lolling out so he can lap at steve’s finger. “your lip gloss is spicy,” eddie says flatly as he recoils.

steve nods. “and it’s going on your cock unless you say otherwise.”

which is how steve finds himself turning eddie into a writhing mess. his hands hold onto the backs of eddie’s shaking knees as he works over his cock. his hair stings as eddie tugs on the strands. his eyes water as he sucks him in deeper and deeper into his throat, spicy lipgloss tingly on his tongue and cheeks.

“you are a fucking wonder,” eddie whines, hips humping as he grinds himself further into steve’s mouth. “just fucking made for this, huh?”

steve pulls off and spits on his cock to jack his hand over it as he pulls the head to his lips. he rubs the sensitive tip over his lips just to watch eddie twitch.

“you have no idea.”

he blows a line of cool air over the gloss that’s left there and drinks in the way eddie’s eyes roll back in his head before swallowing him back down, reveling in the spice that hits the back of his throat as he does so.

when eddie comes, he pulls steve off so he can paint his pretty, puffy, plump lips with it, dragging his cock over them to make a mess. it’s not a surprise when steve licks it off, spicy and salty and a special kind of sweet that he thinks is all eddie. he leans up to place a kiss into the thatch of hair over eddie’s cock, smearing behind come and shiny lip gloss.

“you gonna wait for me to come in my pants or can i go fuck you?”

steve likes making out. no, not likes.

loves.

and he loves giving eddie head. and he loves fucking eddie. and he loves waking up with a spicy, sticky residue on the side of his cheek after falling asleep with his head on eddie’s chest.

and maybe, just maybe, he’ll love eddie someday, too.

[child-of-icarus]

[On today’s episode of my friend is a dumbass, marauders edition]

Sirius, walking out of the bathroom: Do you think James has jaundice? His toothbrush is all bloody

Remus: It’s gingivitis dumbass, jaundice is when your skin turns yellow

Sirius: Why would your skin turn yellow??

Remus, standing up: Liver failure

Sirius: Then what gives you gingivitis?

Remus, walking towards the bathroom: Bad hygiene

Sirius: Then how would James have that? He—

Remus: Hey Pads?

Sirius: Hm?

Remus: James just has a red toothbrush

[sewercassowary]

My mom: So what kind of music do you listen to these days?

Me: I've been listening to a lot of Will Wood recently! It's like alternative theatrical rock, and a little bit of folk and cabaret, hard to explain, he's pretty good

My mom: Sounds cool I'll check it out (Plays Will Wood on shuffle)

Will Wood from my mom's iPhone 6S speakers: I could suck you dry on the rocks with a twist

[astrogirlythings]

[cryptocism]

heyo i know you’ve finished frequency (it’s so good btw) and are on other stuff currently but it lives rent free in my head and i’m about a quarter way through my reread but anyways i was browsing the speedster tag as one does and got jumpscared by someone talking about when wally turned ‘thad’ into a statue cause i was like ?? you mean four?? and then i realized wait frequency isn’t canon 😭😭 unfortunately i refuse to listen to dc and their silly inconsistent characterization of angsty blonde boy so. frequency is canon to me. and i must continue to spread the agenda :)

LMAO YESS

truly in the efforts to create something as canon-compliant as possible i kept slipping more and more into a mental state called The Funny Zone where all my connective-tissue headcanons and explanations for inconsistencies were suddenly real and true and indisputable

[the-far-bright-center]

"Over a decade after its release, Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith (2005) still stands out as George Lucas’s summative and most masterful artistic statement. I use the word “summative” deliberately, because Sith incorporates a broad cinematic heritage, and also draws from Lucas’s own interests in narrative/illustrative art, architecture, world religion and mythology, anthropology, philosophy, pedagogy, and even race-car driving. In finding a tonally and visually radical common ground for these fixations, the film also addresses and subverts the director’s own oeuvre; and, as has always been the case with Star Wars, Sith contends with the poles of past and future, searching for (and sometimes grappling with) the space between. Of course, the Star Wars saga has always been anachronistic, employing science fiction iconography while also pulling famously from Joseph Campbell’s theory of monomythic commonalities in world narratives; the original film, released in 1977, also acted as a gateway to a commercial future, opening the floodgates (along with Steven Spielberg’s Jaws [1975]) for a new kind of American blockbuster cinema. However, while Lucas and Spielberg offered auteurist statements on genre that were also fortunate enough to generate mass appeal, the majority of big-budget fare has since become studio-incubated and sanctioned by market control groups, resulting in films that are often devoid of passion for cinematic language. Ironically and sadly enough, this can certainly be said of J. J. Abrams’s insipid The Force Awakens (2015), a reactionary attempt to conserve a falsely utopic view of the saga’s origins."

—Mike Thorn, Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith: George Lucas' Greatest Artistic Statement?

[strabuzov]

Imagine having a lot of ideas about why Franziska cries at the end of "Justice For All", why she got so emotional, whether it's because she has to abandon Edgeworth or because she still feels the weight of her father's name even though he's dead and so other things you can't process.

And then you discover that Takumi only put that sprite because Iwamoto (character designer of the original trilogy) had created it and it hadn't been used yet. ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ

[why-the-heck-not]

finally watched Oppenheimer and dudes it was so good, taking a spot on the all time fave movies & I’m thinking abt rewatching it straight away

[radiopixelctive]

[pine-the-mighty]

Spider in the bathroom,

Spider in the bathroom

While I’m brushing

Guess it’s time to move

Spider in the bathroom,

Spider in the bathroom

While I’m flushing

I admit I lose

I’m waiting it out till it decides to leave

And shaking with fear as I softly grieve the

Spider in the bathroom

Spider in the bathroom

Spider in the bathroom by itself!!!

[dialoguedailyish]

A: "Oh, I have to post that on Tumblr later. I can't not!" B: "You have your computer on you. Why not post it now?" A: "I suppose I could, but I'll remember later. It'll be fine." A, staring at an empty Tumblr post hours later: "Damn it."

[comradecowplant]

so things are not going well with my new elderly socdem friend unfortunately.

[maximura]

I love it when people get shocked about “cultural bias” in healthcare. Of course I’m glad it outrages people (as it should) but the whole shocked Pikachu face they make at me in the first place? Tells me they’ve had the privilege of never experiencing it.

Cultural bias is vile and disgusting. I see it every day and experience it when I get health care myself. I’ve been asked multiple times if I do drugs. I mean, not sure how it’s relevant to endometriosis but okay white devil, keep checking to see if I’m a mob wife and my boyfriend is in the Hong Kong Triad gang. Geez.

[xieyaohuan]

How do some people wake up and think it's a great idea to bully someone who is easily 10-20 levels beneath them in the power hierarchy?

I'm still fuming about this one. Some guy with an important title decided to lash out at my colleague in full force last week. He chose the most junior person in the email thread, removed everyone else from cc and then unleashed his fury on her.

This person is fairly senior and his institution gives my institution too much money for me to share my opinion about his behavior with him. I will have to interact with him in person in three weeks though, and I'm honestly not sure how I'm going to manage that.

[laozuwus]

atreus would be the type of kid that HATE WITH HIS EVERYTHING vaccines, just looking at a needle and he already runs away, of course Kratos will try to keep him calm, but baby atreus would go feral trying to bite the poor nurse