#yes this was necessary

[mrscolinbridgerton96]

I will say this once to all the toxic b*tches on the internet (they know exactly who they are). Hell, I’ll shout it from the fucking rooftops if I must. I hope all the so-called “fans” online see this.. and have it burned into their speck of dust sized brains.

Luke is not destroying his career… YOU are- by spreading lies about him and harassing him online. You think there aren’t talent agencies that see all this bullshit?! I’m sure there are, but that’s beside the point. You claim that you’re “holding him accountable for bad behavior” (of which is nonexistent), yet in reality.. you’re just spreading lies because you apparently don’t have lives outside of the Bridgerton fandom or even social media in general. The call is clearly coming from inside the house- but I digress.

Some of y’all literally have a rock for a skull.. and it shows. Calling and messaging the hotel he stayed at because you wanted to know who he was with. What the Hell is wrong with you people?! Y’all literally need to be punched right in the mouth!!

What pisses me off the most is that y’all are old enough to know better. You know what you’re doing is wrong- you just don’t care.

I just hope and pray to God that Luke knows that not every fan in the Bridgerton fandom is like that. I hope he knows that some fans actually RESPECT him enough to not overstep boundaries or overanalyze everything he posts- that some fans in the fandom want him to be happy regardless of who he’s with.

[ilikerosesalot]

Mizuki akiyama and their umbrellas

[somewhat-bored]

Maybe it’s best we don’t know the contents of the sugar bowl.

[yilinglaozu]

kang yohan in the barbie universe

[yes-armageddon-it]

[gusbuses]

Rangers at Bruins | March 21, 2024

[theechaospotato]

Before you ask yes this was 100% necessary. Anyways hello @theechaospotato here once again with more good omens stuff. Now is ANYONE, ANYONE at all going to talk about how Crowley just sat there and asked for a rubber duck?! I demand more fan art of this immediately.

[vi-visected]

TFW 2.0 playlists are done

Dean’s playlist here

Sam’s playlist here

Castiel’s playlist here

Jack’s playlist here

[ahsterism]

stelle is 5'8.5", the heeled boots are two inches making them around 5'10" most of the time except it's close enough that they just say 5'11" to be extra annoying

dan heng is 5'9". stelle constantly gaslights him into thinking they're taller and he never leaves his room enough at night to realize otherwise

march is 5'4" she is pocket sized

[lilacerull0]

@emilyskinners ❣❣❣❣❣❣

[beastlyidiocy]

my sweet old man who is genuinely too kind for the world he lives in :(

[averytirednerd]

[zephyrchama]

"Solomon, is it really necessary for us to hold hands while I cast this spell?"

The sorcerer clutched your palm firmly. It felt a little sweaty. Frankly, it was hard to focus.

"Yes. Absolutely. This is a very difficult elemental spell, I don't want it backfiring on you."

"What happens if it backfires?" you asked.

"Horrible things. I've seen people explode from doing it wrong."

It was a spell to make bubbles. You'd seen Luke cast it before. Regardless, the forces of nature could be unpredictable, and it was best to be safe. You trusted Solomon's judgment. He was your teacher, after all, and you prepared to follow his chant.

"Hold up," he quickly interjected. "I need you to grip my hand tighter. Yeah, like that." Solomon smiled at his naive apprentice. "OK! You should be good to go!"

[blooming-skeleton]

I do suppose you’d want Rain to keep going. Very cute guy

I hope the rain keeps going until tonight, I FUCKING love the rain

[inkskinned]

you have to go to work so you can pay for your doctor, who is not taking your insurance right now, and if you say i can't afford the doctor's you are told - get a better job. it is very sad that you are unwell, yes, but maybe you should have thought about that before not having a better job.

(where is the better job? who is giving out these better jobs? you are sick, you are hurting - how the hell are you supposed to be well enough for this better job?)

but you go to the doctor because you had the nerve to be hurt or sick or whatever else. and they tell you that it is because you have anxiety. you try your best. you are a self-advocate. you've done the reading (which sometimes pisses them off worse, honestly). you say it is actually adding to my anxiety, it is effecting my quality of life. so they say that you are fat. they say that all young people have this happen to them, isn't it a medical marvel! they say that you should eat more vegetables. they say that you probably just need to lose a little more weight, and that you are faking it for attention.

(what attention could this doctor possibly give? what validation? that's their fucking job, isn't it?)

there is always a hypochondriac, right. someone always tells you about a hypochondriac. or someone who is unnecessarily aggressive during the worst days of their life. or someone looking "for a quick fix". or some idiot who wasn't educated about how to properly care for themselves who just abandons their treatment. and again, the hypochondriac, the overly-cautious hysteric. these people don't deserve to be treated like humans (right), and since you might be one of these people, you also don't get treated like a human. because those people can really fuck with the system, you now have to pay for it. and besides. you're actually probably faking it.

(more often than not, you find a 2:1 ratio of these stories. for every "hypochondriac", there are 2 people who knew something was wrong, and yet nobody could fucking find it. the story often ends with pointless suffering. the story often ends with and now it's too late, and it's going to kill me.)

you are actually just making excuses. someone else got that procedure or that diagnosis and he's fine, you should be fine too. someone else said they watched a documentary about other inspirational people with your exact same condition, maybe you should be inspirational, too. you're just too morbid. your pain and your experience is probably just not statistically concerning. it is all self-reported anyway, and you're just being a baby.

(once, while sitting down in the middle of making coffee, you had the sudden, horrible thought - i could kill myself to make the pain stop. you had to call your best friend after that. had to pet your dog. had to cry about it in the shower. you won't, but that moment - god, fuck. the pain just goes on and on.)

you know someone who went in for routine surgery and said i still feel everything. they told her to just relax. it took her kicking and screaming before they figured out she wasn't lying - the anesthetic drip hadn't been working. you know someone who went in for severe migraines who was told drink water and lose weight. you know someone who was actively bleeding out and throwing up in the ER and was told you're just having a bad period.

in the ER there are always these little posters saying things like "don't wait! get checked today!" and you think about how often you do wait. how often the days spool out. you once waited a full week before seeing the doctor for what you thought was a sprained wrist. it had actually been broken - they had to rebreak it to set it.

but you go into the doctor. the problem you're having is immediate. the person behind the counter frowns and says we're not taking your insurance. you will be paying for this out-of-pocket.

they send you home with tylenol and a little health packet about weight loss or anxiety or attention deficit. on the front it has your birthday and diagnosis. you think about crying, and the words swim. it might as well say go fuck yourself. it might as well say you're a fucking idiot. it might as well say light your money on fire and lie down in it. and the entire fucking time - the problem persists.

it's okay. it's okay, it's just another thing, you think. it's just another thing i have to learn to live with.

[vedajananixx]

haan so i have my models abhi aur iske beech mein i couldn't spend time with one of my closest friends who is also my senior. woh 12thie hain aur main 10thie. yaar she is the epitome of sweet. i truly have no clue how to describe how sweet, kind and caring she is. obviously iss saal ke baad irsa college jaungi but she's one of the poeple i hope i can keep with me forever. she always reaches out and makes sure i always feel included no matter the situation. matlab she bunked aur noori ne physics bunk ki just to make sure i wouldn't feel alone during my p.t. period cause my best friend left school. these two proceed to tell the physics lab in charge to take care of me agla saal jab we'll have proper lab sessions and then bring me to the clinic and introduces me to the nurse and then gives me kanji (which is like rice lekin the starch water aint removed, you eat this in kerala when you're sick or need energy vagera). giving me kanji is smth i love cause it reminds me of my mom and dad taking care of me and it just meant so damn much. so this was a little love letter to irsa who will probably never see this lekin irsa-san you always my cutie patootie the kanji to my payar the rainbow to my cloud umma ily