#watch the fuck out

[epickiya722]

SAME ENERGY!!!

And this is 100 chapters apart!!!

[maddie-grove]

1970s YA authors were not afraid to write about a kid who was unpleasant or had bad vibes. They would just be like “this kid is a grody little freak. And this one never has any idea what’s going on. And this other one just has zero happening in the serotonin and dopamine departments. You are going to read about them having the worst fucking time in the world’s orangest kitchen.”

[ganymedian]

Frustrated that royal navy boat yaoi is such a niche topic that I’m going to have to resort to impressment to get other writers in on it. Where is my press gang

[yourmomisanerd]

Chapters: 6/9 Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg, Sebastian Vettel/Mark Webber Characters: Lewis Hamilton (Formula 1 RPF), Nico Rosberg, Sebastian Vettel, Mark Webber, Fernando Alonso (Formula 1 RPF) Additional Tags: girlcedes, Brocedes, Internalized Homophobia, Religious Guilt, Sharing a Bed, Pining, Denial of Feelings, not friends to lovers, friends to..... something significantly worse than lovers THEN to lovers, toxic girlbestfreind situationship, author is obviously not projecting. obviously. not at all., Rule 63, Alternate Universe - Always a Different Gender or Sex, fem grid, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, guys i swear. just hold the fuck on., look me in the eyes., canon doesnt matter youre safe here, they joined merc together in 2007 and this takes place in 2009 Summary:

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Mark starts to say. Lewis orders herself a shot of tequila and turns to the Red Bull driver with what feels like the most forced media smile of her life.

“It’s okay, Mark. There’s nothing to talk about, is there?”

Mark’s turns to fully face Lewis, questions in her eyes, looking a bit too calculating for Lewis’ taste. She holds Lewis’ eyes for a beat too long. Lewis is seconds away from her expression cracking, from screaming at Mark, asking what the fuck she’s thinking. “If you say so, mate.” Mark takes a sip of her drink. “Nothing at all, I reckon.”

Mark is still looking at her curiously, so Lewis downs her drink, orders another, and carefully doesn’t think about blue eyes and pointed eyeliner as she takes another shuddering breath.

 Chapter 6: Lewis looks fucking fantastic in her black mini dress and goes in with one plan: keep Nico at arm’s length. Literally. She’s been trapped in her head since her driver's room, only getting pulled out when she talks about her win, a brutal cycle of wanting to kiss Nico again so bad it makes her chest hurt and regretting kissing Nico so bad it makes her chest hurt. 

[flannelepicurean]

Homies...guess whose stupid fucking battle hair outfit idea, the first goddamn thing I've felt compelled to actually draw in YEEERZZZ, will not fit on a fuckin page? 😂😂😂

That's okay, tho, billow away, Princess! 🤩💖👑

I'll figure it out. 😂😁😍

Credit to @camocat for Princess Raditz haunting my dreams. ❤️

[ellipsiseffervescent]

I'm going to punch everyone who says 'females' over 'women'.

[libraryboy]

watch out guys i am about to spam the feed with current hyperfixation content 🎉🎉

[youreaclownnow]

making the oc x canon magic happen

[the-ghost-k1ng]

[air-tuna-art]

Dude....

This shit again

WTF DO PEOPLE HAVE AGAINST THOSE WITH PHOTOSENSITIVITY AND/OR PHOTOSENSITIVE EPILEPSY?!

PSA

If you happen to stumble upon an ad that looks like this, DO NOT SCROLL DOWN.

The rest of the ad is a very tall GIF of strobing red light that can potentially cause seizures. You cannot scroll past this ad quickly enough to avoid seeing it.

There seems to be no way to report the ad, so the next best thing is to use an adblocker (if you haven’t already) or even stay off the mobile app.

Please reblog to help spread awareness.

[tuttle-did-it]

David Tennant for Prime Minister, please.

edit- Since this is getting so much attention, edited to include descriptions of screenshots.

This woman has lost her fucking mind.

Jo, are you okay?

[thatrandomblogsays]

I’m so happy for them

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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.

[21milespastblue]

me and peko pekoyama

Add detail to underwritten female characters with me

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[here-there-be-drag0ns]

hey so since we're talking about how awful the minecraft movie looks we're all going to agree not to go see it in theaters right? not even to hatewatch it? we all are in agreement that its a soulless cash grab movie, so we all know that the only way to stop them from making more like it is to give them no cash to grab, right?

yes this includes watching it for the bit. yes this includes bringing your friends to go make fun of it. yes this includes just watching it out of curiosity.

do Not go see this shit in theaters. do Not give them your money. they dont care whether you enjoyed it or not, they only care about what number the box office gives them. so make sure the box office cant give them shit.