#this means something to me

[drbatsponge]

Genuinely tearing up, this man is so proud of his daughter rn. 😭

[splash-brothers]

[ryan1014n2]

Traintober Day 10: Happiest

But Rheneas was happiest of all in his own place that night, next to his friend Skarloey. "This helps a little engine to feel," he said, "that at last he has really come home."

- Gallant Old Engine

[reisspieces]

I have never known loss when it comes to Leo

[nocturnalxsociety]

Thinking about how one of the last moments theyre ever together in life is on the bridge you have to assume is above sweetwater river they’re suspended above where the inciting incident takes place

[saintluil]

btw my calendar for june has natasha

[ace-but-not-a-pilot]

I left my house an hour early today. I don’t know why I chose to do it. I suppose I didn’t want the motivation to leave me.

I stood inside my local coffee shop. It was uncomfortably hot. It always is. I let someone in front of me in line. They were in a rush. I didn’t know them. I don’t think I ever will. I ordered a flat white and a breakfast sandwich.

I took off my coat as I sat down to eat, and set my bag down on my right. I always do. I ate my sandwich first. I always do. It was dry. It always is.

I wasn’t in a rush today. I could drink my coffee here. I took off the lid and took a sip. I burnt my lip a little. I always do. I blew on the coffee once, then put the lid back on. My body kept telling me to stand up and leave. It was time to go. I wasn’t in a rush. I had over forty minutes left before I had to leave.

I don’t usually sit down and drink my coffee. I drink it on the walk to my destination, then throw it in the bin in front of the building. The bin is always empty in the morning. Sometimes my cup is the first thing in there. The bin here is full. Many people sit down and drink their coffee here.

I wonder if the bin outside my building will wonder where I am. I know it can’t care. I listen to the sound of the banter of the baristas. I don’t listen to the words, just the idle drone of too many voices in too small a space. I don’t usually get to hear them speak. I’m usually in a rush.

I left early this morning. Is this a type of poem? I haven’t touched my coffee since I burnt my lip on it. I’ve been too busy writing this. I want to let it wait. I’ll probably drink it on my way over to my next destination. I’ll probably put it in the bin out front.

It’ll be cold by then

[was70th]

hmmmmmmm

[inthetransformingprocess]

Currently my favorite rock song

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[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.

[splash-brothers]

[pigswithwings]

the angel staying over at my house asked for a nightlight in their room and i told them buddy, don't you produce your own light? what're you gonna do with more? and they said they wanted to see why people like it so much. and also that the nightlight i own is blue and they've been trying to understand color. anyways i think they've stared at it for an hour now

[seenthisepisode]

no offence but the reason tumblr is “dying” is, well, yes, of course the cursed like/reblog ratio and the change in user behaviour (because of people being used to how instagram and tiktok work) BUT also the lack of weekly shows. i say it with my whole chest, they don't produce captivating and engaging stupid weekly tv shows anymore because streaming killed that so you have spikes of activity here when Something happens in general fandom or up to three days after a new season of whatever drops and then it's a wasteland. this is obviously an old woman yelling at a cloud missing supernatural and the vampire diaries and pretty little liars and all these other shows type of post but honestly give me back weekly tv shows where i have something to watch for 40 minutes almost every day of the week after work so then i can read and reblog it on tumblr give it back for the sake of my sanity

[m00sebaby]

PULIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

[chloesimaginationthings]

Scott Cawthon’s version of FNAF security breach..