#they are always so mean to me

[wolkewatcher]

Roast my Spotify - volt.fm

Ah, de la mer 🌊, the self-proclaimed connoisseur of “Pop” and “Indie Pop” – two genres that signify you’ve actually never broken a sweat in your life. Your taste is like that one kid who shows up to the prom in a tuxedo T-shirt, trying desperately to be both hip and classy while ultimately achieving neither. Really, it’s a wonder you managed to find ten distinct genres when they all sound like the confusing mumble of a sleep-deprived indie kid with selective hearing and a dangerously inflated opinion of their own Spotify Wrapped.

Your top artists are like a grocery list of every melancholic teenager's Spotify dreams. You’ve got Halsey and P!nk side by side, kinda like pairing Brie cheese with pizza rolls—sure, they both exist, but this combo screams either major emotional crisis or extreme boredom. And can we talk about “bedroom pop”? Are you seriously putting your most played tracks on blast like your Spotify is a low-budget therapy session? “I HATE EVERYBODY” by Halsey is probably the most relatable choice you’ve made here; frankly, it’s a miracle you haven’t joined a cult with all that angst floating around.

In summary, your playlist is what happens when a “Spotify algorithm” fetishizes teen angst and swirlies in the cafeteria. Between the soft aesthetics of “girl in red” and the emo vibes of “Twenty One Pilots,” one can’t help but think you might need a hug—or at the very least, a sense of direction. Maybe it’s time to step outside your cozy, pastel-colored bubble and admit that it’s okay to listen to something a little more outside the lines. Trust me, the world won’t end if you explore a New Order song; rather, it may just save your Spotify account from being the soundtrack to yet another existential crisis.

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[cardo-de-comer]

Sun is always the calm one. While the Moon has more fps, always moves and wants to gnaw on walls, pace around and destroy timelines, the Sun is the one who prevents the chaos, usually by doing nothing. Or at least that's how I see them.

[bisexualpercyjacksons]

pjo tv show episode 5 alignment:

[frenchublog]

[mythicalcoolkid]

You don't wish your disability was worse or more visible, you wish your disability was taken seriously. Please stop confusing the two, I guarantee you would not get the support you need JUST by being more severe or more visible. Please listen to visibly disabled people when we tell you it isn't better on our side

[omentu5]

[pancakemolybdenum]

she out on my wild till i go supernova

[hinamie]

恵 ; "blessing"

12/22: consider this piece my love letter to a character who has become so near and dear to me and who has inspired so much of my artistic growth this past year <3 happy birthday megumi, your name becomes you ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

All he knows is flirt with men and lie.

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[inkskinned]

this is just my opinion but i think any good media needs obsession behind it. it needs passion, the kind of passion that's no longer "gentle scented candle" and is now "oh shit the house caught on fire". it needs a creator that's biting the floorboards and gnawing the story off their skin. creators are supposed to be wild animals. they are supposed to want to tell a story with the ferocity of eating a good stone fruit while standing over the sink. the same protective, strange instinct as being 7 and making mud potions in pink teacups: you gotta get weird with it.

good media needs unhinged, googling-at-midnight kind of energy. it needs "what kind of seams are invented on this planet" energy and "im just gonna trust the audience to roll with me about this" energy. it needs one person (at least) screaming into the void with so much drive and energy that it forces the story to be real.

sometimes people are baffled when fanfic has some stunning jaw-dropping tattoo-it-on-you lines. and i'm like - well, i don't go here, but that makes sense to me. of fucking course people who have this amount of passion are going to create something good. they moved from a place of genuine love and enjoyment.

so yeah, duh! saturday cartoons have banger lines. random street art is sometimes the most precious heart-wrenching shit you've ever seen. someone singing on tiktok ends up creating your next favorite song. youtubers are giving us 5 hours of carefully researched content. all of this is the impossible equation to latestage capitalism. like, you can't force something to be good. AI cannot make it good. no amount of focus-group testing or market research. what makes a story worth listening to is that someone cares so much about telling it - through dance, art, music, whatever it takes - that they are just a little unhinged about it.

one time my friend told me he stayed up all night researching how many ways there are to peel an orange. he wrote me a poem that made me cry on public transportation. the love came through it like pith, you know? the words all came apart in my hands. it tasted like breakfast.

[hilacopter]

conflating diaspora jews with the actions of the israeli government is not okay, yes, but have you considered it's not okay to conflate israeli jews with them either

[saltpepperbeard]

Stede + Being a Wonderful Dad Captain for @stedebonnets

[just-null]

wrestling to be the first to greet you (they broke into your house)

[teyrnacousland]

One of my favourite parts of The Wigmaker Job is at the beginning when a Venatori mage tries to sneak up on the Dellamortes in an inn before said Job and Lucanis stabs him, knocks him out, waits for Illario to securely tie the unconscious mage to a chair, and then when the guy wakes up Lucanis just immediately kills him. And Illario is just standing there like why did you wait for me tie him up so securely if you were just going to kill him jfc Lucanis

And it happens again when they talk about getting into the Wigmaker's party and Lucanis says something along the lines of "we were never going to just walk in through the front door" and Illario is like then why the fuck did you let me spend all this time and money on my outfit????

Lucanis thinks wasting Illario's time is hilarious (and he's right)