Mans can't neither leave a message nor create a serviceable voicemail.
Yuri, yuri, yuri... WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?!
Hard to believe a former lawyer doesn't know how to leave a proper voicemail let alone create a message for their own. (Former because he's a judge and a Hero Director/Administrator and you typically have to be a lawyer for a certain period of time before becoming eligible to become a judge).
Guess he wasn't lying when he said he's bad at small talk type of stuff. (I come from a very lawyered family on both sides, including my FIL, and lawyers are hella chatty!)
every single online menu i have looked at in the past few days have entirely removed literally every single item that i order and i cant fuckign pick anything else Ohhhhhhh my god
Mixed feelings about the NHIE spoilers to be honest.
But I was kind of expecting this though? Hopefully things improve quickly.
I usually adore how dramatic this show is, but damn I have done my waiting for Benvi.
Also please Ben and Devi have a proper conversation and clear things up.
They really need to get their shit together. Mostly Ben, at this point from what I hear. I really thought Devi would be the one running away but I was wrong, my baby is trying her best to communicate
What are GMMTV playing at? They put the subs and then they removed them, for both The Warp Effect and Never Let Me Go. Luckily I saw The Warp Effect before they remove the subs, but I haven't had a chance to watch Never Let Me Go. Still waiting. 😑
Okay has ANYONE ELSE experienced liking posts in order to reblog it later, and by the time they go to reblog it, you can’t??? Like the reblog button is light grey and if you try to reblog it from someone else in the chain you still can���t? So far it seems to be the posts that talk about criticizing countries or pointing out shit that’s going wrong. Or in my most recent case, talking about tiktok and how toxic it is for young people
Clint stares at you, eyes wide and hand on his chest- clutching imaginary pearls.
He chuckles nervously, "getting.. an egg?"
You can feel a headache coming on from behind your eyes. You're far too exhausted to be dealing with Clints shenanigans.
He shifts his weight before slowly walking backwards towards the kitchen.
"I can explain, I assure you I am not up to anything bad"
"Is that so?"
He stumbles, tripping on the heel of his slides, now standing at the entrance of your kitchen.
"Iiiii am... baking a cake! Yes, baking a cake, for Bella. Yup"
Clint turns around, opening the fridge and rummages through. He moves items around, looking worried when he struggles to find what he's looking for.
"Todays our anniversary and Bella got called into work for an emergency and had no choice but to go and she was sad that we'd have to cancel our plans to go out and i wanted to make a cake to cheer her up because she's been teaching me how to bake lately but i messed up the first attempt and I'm one egg short-"
"So you decide to raid my fridge."
"Well- yeah cause you're my best friend" He pauses for a moment, "ah hah! Yes found it"
Clint turns around, closing the fridge shut. He's grinning brightly as he holds the egg like a precious diamond.
"You don't mind do you?"
You sigh heavily, rubbing your temples to ease the incoming headache. And for some reason, he takes that as a no- that he's free to leave with your egg. Your last egg you were going to use for breakfast.
"Thanks Ven, you're the best!" Clint cheerfully yells out, skipping and stumbling over his feet as he rushes out of your apartment.
I Saw the TV Glow is such a uniquely, devastatingly queer story. Two queer kids trapped in suburbia. Both of them sensing something isn’t quite right with their lives. Both of them knowing that wrongness could kill them. One of them getting out, trying on new names, new places, new ways of being. Trying to claw her way to fully understanding herself, trying to grasp the true reality of her existence. Succeeding. Going back to help the other, to try so desperately to rescue an old friend, to show the path forward. Being called crazy. Because, to someone who hasn’t gotten out, even trying seems crazy. Feels crazy. Looks, on the surface, like dying.
And to have that other queer kid be so terrified of the internal revolution that is accepting himself that he inadvertently stays buried. Stays in a situation that will suffocate him. Choke the life out of him. Choke the joy out of him. Have him so terrified of possibly being crazy that he, instead, lives with a repression so extreme, it quite literally is killing him. And still, still, he apologizes for it. Apologizes over and over and over, to people who don’t see him. Who never have. Who never will. Because it’s better than being crazy. Because it’s safer than digging his way out. Killing the image everyone sees to rise again as something free and true and authentic. My god. My god, this movie. It shattered me.