#the shit formerly known as

[dysco-lymonade]

12 and 20 for ankle monitor because these just scream Lexa for obvious reasons

I really love your clexa headcanons 🥰

I’m cringing so hard while I write fumbling Lexa, knowing full well that she’s soon going to be getting railed by Clarke.

Again, these posts aren’t linear. I’m a hot mess so bear with me.

This one is set after this prompt where Lexa finally learns Clarke’s name.

12 and 20 nervous embarrassment and clumsy attempts at flirting

Lexa makes it two days before going back to Sky Mart. She’s going to be an attorney for fucks sake, she’s going to face bigger challenges than minor embarrassment.

With her head held high, she rounds the corner to the store.

And proceeds to trip over a sign she swears wasn’t there two days ago.

She rights herself quickly, praying to a higher power that nobody saw her fumble.

“Not my best work, but you didn’t have to demolish it.” No such luck.

Is it too late to make a run for it?

She looks up when she hears a raspy voice she would recognize anywhere. Thankfully, Clarke looks amused as she holds the door open to the store.

“I am so sorry.” Lexa knows her face is beet red. “I swear I’m not usually such a mess.” She’s destined for failure, she should give up while she’s ahead. “Somehow this only happens around you.” That was a dumb thing to say.

It seems to catch Clarke’s attention though, if her smirk is any inclination.

“Should I be flattered, or offended?” She pulls the door open further, tossing a casual arm inside to usher Lexa in.

“Offend- No? No! I’m just distracted. Lots going on, you know?” Smooth.

Clarke gives a noncommittal hum. “And here I thought I was special.” She fucking winks.

Lexa trips through the doorway.

Clarke catches her by the shoulders, and saves her from smashing her face into the door. Lexa kind of wishes she would have let her fall, put her out of her misery.

“You’re making a habit of this.” Clarke tsks.

Lexa says the first thing that comes to mind, “I guess I just can’t help falling for you.” And mentally face palms.

It pulls a guttural laugh from Clarke as she helps steady Lexa on her feet.

Oh? She likes shitty pick-up lines, does she? Lexa may have a chance after all.

Releasing Lexa from her hold, Clarke asks, “So, Don Juan, can I help you find anything?”

“Definitely not coffee. But I could use a snack, something sweet, maybe?” Lexa shoots her an overly enthusiastic wink, playing along with her teasing.

Another laugh from Clarke. Lexa mentally pats herself on the back for at the very least humoring this poor soul she can’t seem to stay away from.

“Maybe some water? You seem pretty thirsty.” Clarke smirks as she walks away to the register, leaving Lexa to her own devices.

[tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine]

I'm home again, I won the war, and now I am behind your door.

Remember me? Before the war I'm the man who lived next door. Long ago

As you can see, when you look at me, I'm pieces of what I used to be. They made me a heart of steal, the kind them bullets cannot see

Nothing's what it seems to be, I'm a replica, I'm a replica

Empty shell inside of me I'm not myself, I'm a replica of me

Are you gonna leave me now, when it is all over

Are you gonna leave me, is my world now over?

I dream a dream, I'm floating in a silent scream

No-one placing blame on me But nothing's what it seems to be

Remember me? Before the war I'm the man who lived...

[thirteenemeraldcats]

Summary:

Nothing had happened, is the point. Nothing had changed. Nothing that would explain why he’d had to choke down his dinner, had only managed part of it in the end, left the half-eaten remains to go bad in his kitchen sink.

Nothing had happened that would explain how when he’d gone to get undressed for bed that night he just… couldn’t. How the thought of taking off the heavy sweats he’d spent the evening in felt unnervingly like peeling off his own skin. How he’d crawled into bed still fully clothed, still cold, had curled into a ball, tucked deep under his duvet. How he’d just… gone.

Nothing had happened that would explain why he was still curled into that ball, still fully clothed in the dark all those hours later. Still awake, still gone.

He’s cold.

In which Jamie has a very-bad-brain-day and Roy tries to help.

AKA: ‘I feel like I’ve lost my wings Roy’: but make it much, much worse.

[champagnesupernoel]

no one that I've known who's been homeless cares about the term enough vs unhoused. they've all viewed it as there's bigger concerns they have than what term is said. Disclaimer that I've never been in that situation, but from an outside perspective the same people who say unhoused also spell folks with an x even though it's already gender neutral.

[see-arcane]

I am definitely gonna get Vampyres when it's published! Also, for your now split up 'Barking Harker' thing, what WAS Johnathan turning into? You said you had a theory before, and I'd really like to hear it!

Why, Jonathan was only becoming more himself! Just a

Good

Haunted

Ominous

Uncanny

Lad

:)

[shegottosayit]

[megafreeman]

[swordmaid]

the fact that you can know recruit minthara via grove raid defence means that she can finally be a companion in shri’iia’s playthrough …!!!!

[cidnangarlond]

I remember making gifs way back when in high school and messing about with stuff and on the save to web window I was like why's it look so fucking BUSTED now. changed setting to pattern and it looked normal and I was like oh that's good. recently went and looked at a gif without the pattern and it was so fucked. immediately put that shit back on. photoshop when it's a good and functioning resource to make gifs 👍🏻

[taniushka12]

Part of me wishes i watched breaking bad before better call saul as it was intended to bc i just know i would've loved saul goodman from the very start even without knowing shit about him, so seeing bcs afterwards would have been an extremely rich and uniquely tragic experience ;_; ;o;

[pseudowho]

Motherhood had altered your 'turn-ons'; not that you lusted after mankind as a whole-- Kento was enough.

His cologne, split with the smooth tang of sweat on work-ripened skin. His hands, alternately gentle and rough, peach-handling or blade-wielding. The authority only the world saw; the authority only you felt.

Dressed-up, dressed-down, undressed, dressing you down, undressing you. Breaking you only to reform you with gold, tied with red thread, whispering you to completion in the dark sacred night.

So (you corrected yourself, as you watched Kento jog after your daughter at the indoor play centre) motherhood had not altered your turn-ons; it had added to them. Stacking high now, you considered the tower of your adoration was just as likely to be stable, as unstable; its endurance or toppling entirely at Kento's mercy.

The arrival at soft-play was a sensory nightmare-- one of many you could tolerate as a mother when you wouldn't have, before.

Obnoxious children's music blared, cut by screams and shouts and cries and calls and whirls and swirls of kids darting and weaving, watched and unwatched, by helicopters or the disinterested. The cocktail was potent, spiked. Your headache started behind your left eye.

Kento saw you. He was unfairly loaded at his own insistence, with change-bag and snack-bag and car keys and your daughter, planking and chattering, a possessed surfboard beneath his arm.

"Sit down-- have a coffee." Kento rumbled, low and slow, unclipping his watch into your cupped hands as you began to argue. "You've had her all week. You need a break."

"You've been at work all week, Kento, you need a break--"

"Don't argue. You know it's not the same. Sit down. Have a coffee."

He lied to you for your benefit; you could feel the bone-deep weariness of him, surely needing a day of sofa-bound naps over a day of childrearing. Alas; parenthood. And he would continue to take bullets for you, even to his own detriment. You knew this. You had planned ahead for this.

As you peered down at your phone, smiling at an eagerly awaited reply, your daughter piped up, bouncing on little toes, her pigtails bouncing too.

"'lide, daddy. Let's go fast. Faster. Race you."

Kento hummed, smiling. "Slide, you mean?"

"I said it. 'lide." Your daughter moved to dart to the towering play area, a flash of lightning into a maelstrom, and you caught her. Kento was distracted, looking into the swarm of other peoples' children, oddly, as he looked at a swarm of Curses. You whispered into your daughters' ear as Kento slipped his boots off.

"Hey, missus, listen."

Your baby girl perked up, sweet and conspiratorial, goofy-teethed and dimple-cheeked, whispering back.

"What is it, mummy?"

"I've got a surprise for daddy. So don't tell him...come here, mummy needs to whisper."

Lips at an ear; tiny hands clasping over a mouth, fizzlepopping with excitement. A long finger against lips; a little finger against lips. A secret pact.

"Are you ready, young lady? I'll get you in three...two..."

Kento reached down for your daughter, his hands clawed, a wolfish grin on his lips. Your daughter knew what it meant; she shrieked with panicked laughter, bolting. The monster formerly known as 'Daddy' dashed after her.

The coffee was shit; you didn't mind, instead hyperfocused on how Kento and your daughter would dip out of sight into the rainbow maze, only to reappear minutes later, with Kento looking more ravaged each time.

On the first loop round, Kento looked unfazed, unruffled, still clipped in his t-shirt and jeans. You simply admired the sultry half-smile he offered you, and the cling of fabric to his thick biceps, before he swept after your daughter again.

On the fifth loop round, flicks of hair escaped over Kento's forehead, the veins on his arms prominent from throwing and tumbling and monstering. He panted, his muscle so much heavier to carry than your birdlike daughter's personal load. Kento's playful growl, running after your giggling daughter, was deeper; huskier. You squirmed, sipping your shit latte.

On the eleventh loop round, a fine sheen of sweat misted Kento's forehead, a flush dashed on high cheekbones. His broad chest heaved, and he stretched his arms back, cracking his neck from side-to-side, with a groan usually heard only when he exerted himself above you, for less wholesome pleasures.

With furrowed brows, Kento prowled the bottom of the slide, and your daughter shrieked, scrabbling to get away from him as he lunged. Your daughter was bicep-curled up to Kento's face, laughing uproariously at his ferocious tummy-raspberries, before being set free, once more, for the hunt. You could not cope, aching, desperately hoping you had the energy left to sweat for him at the end of the day.

By the twenty-first? twenty-third? twenty-fifth? loop round, Kento jogged to a heavy halt, his shoulder blades taut as he bent double, hands braced against his own knees. You heard him panting, cursing under his breath, one long rusty groan. It was all too much-- Kento needed a break. You were unhinged and unsupervised. Surely there had to be some relief--

"Yo, Mrs.Nanamin! Am I late?"

A vision in peach, Yuuji flopped into the chair opposite you, with hands in his pockets and man-spread with a square-jawed, boyish grin. He stood taller than Kento, now, a full-grown man...but still shrunk beneath Kento's chastisement and lectures.

"Right on time, Yuuji. Are you sure you don't mind? It's all a bit..." You looked into the raucous soft-play, searching for words, "...feral."

Yuuji beamed, ruffling his own hair and kicking his shoes off. "Nah. I was gonna go to the gym anyway, but this seems more fun as workouts go."

You called out to your daughter as she reached the bottom of the slide, and Kento looked up, sweating and exhausted. "Baby! Your big brother's here!"

A gasp of thrill from your daughter, and Kento was all but forgotten by her as she pelted towards Yuuji instead, leaping into his arms. She slapped his scrunched cheeks, aggressively overjoyed.

"Big brother-- big brother-- big brother--"

"Yeah yeah, little sister, little sister-- c'mon squirt, I'm gonna getcha! Hey-- Dad--- uh, Nanamin! Gotta go!"

Kento watched his children run away with dewy eyes, his body still thickened by exercise and heavy breaths. You bit your lip as Kento approached, eyes half-lidded as you drank him in. You watched his Adam's apple bob as he gulped back water and gasped, husky with relief.

"God, I love that boy." Kento rumbled.

You melted to see Yuuji reach the bottom of the slide with your daughter on his lap. "Yeah...me too."

"He's saved my life...three times, now."

You laughed, your eyes dipped, tugging Kento to you by the hem of his t-shirt and beckoning him down with one curled finger.

"Think you'll still have some energy later?" You whispered, your breaths mingling with promise.

Kento's eyes narrowed, glimmering, his nose kissing yours. "For that? Always."

[heeroyue]

I'll preface this with we don't know officially at time of writing if she's being stripped of her medal yet. I'm gonna assume you don't know the ins and outs of gymnastics rules and scoring (which can be complicated as hell and have gotten somewhat mixed up the last few days). I will explain to the best of my ability what has happened over the last five days.

So for back story, with Jordan's original score the placements were 3rd Ana Barbosu 13.700, 4th Sabrina Voinea 13.700 (lost a tie break), 5th Jordan Chiles 13.666. However, one of the leaps that Jordan does didn't get credit in her difficulty score (D score). Gymnasts (and their coaches) are allowed to submit an inquiry for D score, time violations, and line violations (out of bounds). Jordan hasn't gotten credit for one of her leaps for the entirety of the games because it's iffy on if she gets the rotation around enough to count (must be withing 30 degrees of complete and if not gets credited as a lower value skill). however in the floor final her coach thought she did it a lot better and so put in an inquiry to raise her D score. The superior jury accepted the inquiry and credited the intended skill raising her score by .1. So now we have the placements of 3rd Jordan Chiles 13.766 USA , 4th Ana Barbosu 13.700 Romania, 5th Sabrina Voinea 13.700 Romania.

Now on to what happened today. The Romanian gymnastics federation brought an appeal to the Court of Arbitration for Sport (CAS) about the final. They contested two things. First, that Voinea had an unearned OoB deduction that cost her the bronze. Second, that the inquiry for Jordan was submitted after the time limit allowed and so shouldn't have been accepted in the first place.

For the first, while Voinea's coach did submit an inquiry during the competition she did so about the D score and not the OoB and the inquiry was denied. Since she didn't take the proper steps to fix the issue and the issue was considered a field of play decision CAS threw that complaint out.

That leaves us at the second, Jordan's inquiry being in too late and should not have been accepted. So in an event final each gymnast has until the next routine is complete to submit an inquiry. routines are 90 seconds. However, Jordan was the last gymnast to perform in the final and the rules say the last gymnast has 60 seconds to inquire. There was apparently video evidence of Jordan's inquiry being submitted at 64 seconds so her inquiry should not have been accepted by the superior jury. CAS ruled that the FIG (International Gymnastics Federation) didn't follow their own rules and wrongly accepted the inquiry. They ruled the inquiry overturned and Jordan's original score reinstated putting her back in 5th. The FIG was required to change the standings and now it goes to them and the IOC as to what to do about medals.

The IOC now has two options. 1) make Jordan give back the medal and give it to Ana. 2) award a second bronze medal. In the past when there's been judging scandals the IOC has gone with awarding 2 medals (thinking figure skating in 2002(?) I think) because the athlete not being at fault. From what wikipedia says (the best list I can find of all medals stripped from athletes) only 11 medals have every been stripped for something other than doping and of those 11 all have been for something the athlete was at fault for (under age, unsportsmanlike like conduct, violating the old amateurism policy, ect.) If they choose to go the medal stripping route this would be the first time (at least that I'm able to find) that an athlete would be stripped of a medal for something not in their control.

From here it's speculation for now as to what will happen. Rumor has it that USA Gymnastics and the Romanian Gymnastics Federation agreed to share the bronze but the FIG and IOC denied the request. However, as of time of writing we don't officially know that to be the case.

Let us all be clear here, none of this is the fault of the athletes, their coaches, or their national federations. The athletes did their best in the competition. The coaches and national federations have every right to advocate and fight for their athletes. The blame here lies solely on judging and the superior jury made up of the Women's Technical Committee.

explain to me like i’m five why taking away jordan chiles medal five days late makes sense

[strigital]

sad news, everyone. no more self checkout sketches 'cause my ass got sacked due to a karen meltdown.

on the upside i'm submitting a complaint to the commission for work-related arguments and also i already have three interviews lined up this weekend because, surprise, cashiers with ~8 years of experience are a hot commodity!

hated this place anyways so fuck it and almost everyone in it (not the cleaning lady tho, she's the wholesomest grandma ever).

also i'm beginning my first internship (in college for now, cause i'm still a freshman) and right after -- the dreaded finals.

as y'all might guess i'm a lil stressed depressed lemon zest 😥😞🍋

[shegottosayit]

Jopari summoning the birds

[pupwashing]

older brother!jimmy x younger sister!reader

warnings: INCEST, NONCON, anal, unprotected sex, blood mention, cigarette burning on skin, lowercase intended

A/N: AT LAST I HAVE TIME TO POST :3 I really liked writing this even though it’s a drabble,, as always I love feedback! comments & rbs are appreciated!

jimmy’s a fucking weirdo.

being his younger sister, you’re the most qualified person to claim this as fact.

ever since you could remember, jimmy’s been the weird kid. the odd one out.

he doesn’t know care about doing things the right way or making people feel uncomfortable, including you.

he’s a terrible older brother, but you didn’t know he was going to get worse.

much, much worse.

jimmy stays in the basement; hasn’t made an effort to move out yet. probably never will.

you prefer him living down in the basement. means you don’t have to see him as much.

when the basement door opens, you think nothing of it. he’s probably coming up for food, like he usually does.

except, he makes a beeline for the living room, where you’re watching some trashy romcom. he hates your taste in films; fake bullshit that uses handsome faces to sell you a pipe dream.

maybe it’s jealousy, or maybe it’s pent up resentment. 

either way, it’s pissed him off, and he’s already having a bad day.

curly keeps trying to drag him everywhere under the sun.

he knows its out of pity, so he declines.

but curly is persistent.

that persistence just adds to his likability. something jimmy lacks, something he craves, deep down.

this anger jimmy feels, all his pent up rage leads him to make a drastic decision.

if he can’t take his frustrations out on the people that cause him, then he can surely use his younger sister as a punching bag.

you should’ve been more aware of your brother’s tendencies. should’ve known he’d snap sooner or later.

you just didn’t realize you’d be the victim when he did.

when you regain consciousness, you realize you aren’t in the living room anymore.

you’re in the basement, on a stained mattress.

attempting to move, you notice that your ankles and wrists are bound with zip-ties.

when you try to speak, you realize that there’s duct tape on your mouth.

you don’t have much time to ponder what’s happened before jimmy comes in.

his appearance is rough; a stained wifebeater and worn black boxers, with a unlit cigarette hanging from his lips.

he looks like shit, just like any other day.

he walks over to the mattress, not uttering a word as he flips you to lie on your stomach.

the cogs are beginning to turn in your head, and you don’t like where this is going.

he positions your body as if you were a mannequin; face down, ass up.

jimmy’s silent as he flicks his lighter on, lighting his cigarette.

he makes quick work of your shorts and panties, ignoring your whimpers of protest.

he kneads at your ass, letting the plump flesh fill his palms. 

he gropes you for a while before you feel it: a warm glob of spit on your asshole, trickling down to your pussy.

when it finally clicks what jimmy plans to do, it’s too late.

his cockhead nudges against your puckered entrance, forcing its way into your formerly virgin hole.

you scream, but the tape muffles it. jimmy doesn’t even flinch.

taking a drag of his cigarette, he exhales the smoke as he begins his thrusts.

he’s fucking you deep. feels like he’s messing with your organs.

jimmy presses a palm on the small of your back, forcing you to arch more as he violates you.

he doesn’t utter a word, nor does he grunt or groan. he just smokes his cigarette as he fucks you.

you don’t know how many hours it’s been, but you know he’s been through ten cigs. its easy to count, because he’s been putting them out on you.

your body aches, you feel like he’s ripped you in two, but he hasn’t stopped.

every snap of his hips has you talking to god, praying that he’d end your suffering, one way or another.

your prayers were interrupted by jimmy putting out his cigarette on your hip, rubbing this thumb over the fresh mark.

you don’t even scream this time. you’re too exhausted to even cry. you have no tears left.

jimmy gets up, the mattress creaking under the loss of his weight.

it’s finally over.

he leaves you on the bed in a crumpled heap, cum and blood creating a grotesque river as it slowly drips out of your abused hole.

but you know this isn’t the end of it.

he’s kept you tied up for a reason, he’s just taking a break.

you close your eyes, hoping that somehow, someway, you’ll get your dignity back, after jimmy stole it from you.

you fucking hate your older brother.

[calliesmemes]

YET ANOTHER ROUNDUP OF ASOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF

ASSORTED SENTENCE STARTERS FROM AROUND THE INTERNET, including quotes from Tumblr, Pinterest, TikTok, and X (formerly known as Twitter), for when a muse wants to be a bit silly <333

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

❛ I am not merely a clown; I’m the entire damn circus! ❜

❛ I will bite you if you continue this behavior. ❜

❛ Being a dramatic ass bitch isn’t a personality trait; it’s a lifestyle! ❜

❛ Trauma? Oh … you mean, my lore? ❜

❛ why must I cite sources? is it not enough to just say ‘trust me, bro’? ❜

❛ sorry for being a perfect sweetie and a genius it will likely happen again. ❜

❛ forget about touching grass; I need to touch WATER I NEED TO GO INTO THE OCEAN I NEED TO DIVE INTO THE SEA!!! ❜

❛ I’m attracted to men with muppet energy and no i will not be explaining. ❜

❛ you want me to make friends with people? the thing that killed julius caesar? ❜

❛ what’s your birthstone? mine is rock bottom. ❜

❛ I absolutely hate that I’m not bioluminescent. Pathetic. ❜

❛ ohhhhh my god i have got to stop mourning the past or whatever. ❜

❛ you expect me to act like a normal human being? I’m wearing a turtleneck! ❜

❛ i don’t struggle with same sex attraction I’m actually very good at it. ❜

❛ unfortunately i often find out without even getting the chance to fuck around. ❜

❛ I’m bisexual which means that I’m attracted to anybody who can defeat me in physical combat. ❜

❛ all anyone needs to know about me is that i’m a dumbass and i love women. ❜

❛ sorry but philosophers aren’t impressive i came up with stuff like that when i was 12. ❜

❛ I pay my own bills; I can cuss all I want! ❜

❛ I don’t have rizz; I have sad eyes and a weird presence. ❜

❛ my demons are chasing me and they’re doing the Naruto run. ❜

❛ honey we are ALL doomed by the narrative. it's not that serious. have some fun with it. ❜

❛ dating me is like interviewing a psych ward patient. ❜

❛ being a girl with very large brown eyes comes with great responsibility. ❜

❛ i’m autistic in ways that you can’t even begin to imagine. ❜

❛ being a loser may be a phase to you but its a lifestyle for me. ❜

❛ entering a magical portal in the woods would fix me. ❜

❛ I’m lonely but not in a hot mysterious way; more like in a pathetic way. ❜

❛ life is so unserious just say womp womp and move on! ❜

❛ you’re vibing? In this economy? ❜

❛ just because I’m small doesn’t mean I can’t kick your ass. ❜

❛ my primary motivators are fear, spite, and aesthetic longing. ❜

❛ sorry about the chaos; I needed attention. ❜

❛ WHAT IS UP GIRL you look foreboding and malicious! ❜

❛ baby i can be your problematic bi wife. ❜

❛ i don’t think any of you understand how important i am to the plot. ❜

❛ what if we are both red flags? what then? ❜

❛ any dream can be a prophetic dream if you’re willing to do some really weird shit. ❜

❛ my hobbies include being right, being gay, and being a hater. ❜

❛ i have a phd in Loving The Color Pink And Also Glitter. ❜

❛ being a menace to society is a full time job and I am dedicated. ❜

❛ my life has been a bouquet of oopsie daisies. ❜

❛ i survive on spite, anxiety, and blasphemy. ❜

❛ if you’re not obsessed with me, why would I wanna be with you? ❜

❛ the hottest thing a man can be is a little afraid of me. ❜

❛ my love language is being a hater. ❜

❛ i don’t get enough credit for acting far less insane than i actually am. ❜

❛ the A in my name stands for always right. ❜

❛ Jesus is my homeboy but God has a lot to answer for and I will continue to be rebellious until he does so. ❜

❛ I’ll see a man with long hair and then remember that I’m not above temptations of the flesh. ❜

❛ i’m going to be honest with you I’m not going to be honest with you. ❜

❛ stop asking me if I’m ok I’ll literally make out with you. ❜

❛ part of my masculine charm is that I’m literally insane. ❜

❛ are you sure those are demons bro? or are they consequences from the choices you made? ❜

❛ i do not identify as a boy or a girl. i identify as a nuisance, an irritant, a fool, and a problem. ❜

❛ praying on someone’s downfall isn’t enough i need to participate in it. ❜

❛ we all need to chill. i won’t do it first but it’s something i noticed. ❜

❛ not to sound like a Victorian woman suffering from hysteria but going to the sea would fix me. ❜

❛ the silly goose convention called; they asked if you could be their keynote speaker. ❜

❛ i deserve unrestricted access to old castles and old churches i want to know all the secrets. ❜

❛ doesn’t matter if you’re cringe or based we’re all just here to suffer. ❜

❛ I’m no longer comedic relief I’m now serious panic. ❜

❛ this is getting difficult to romanticize. ❜

❛ done healing my inner child. next up is my inner teen. her highness needs a sword. ❜

❛ i am God’s silliest experiment. ❜

❛ i’m very vulnerable right now if anyone wants to take advantage of me. ❜

❛ sorry i overshared do you still think im hot? ❜

❛ I can yap for days and still maintain my air of mystery. ❜

❛ good luck sending me mixed signals; I don’t even understand normal ones. ❜

❛ not all of your life decisions have to be smart. some can be purely for cinematic value. ❜