I love having extremely obscure blorbos......... just like doodling my fave w hearts all around them and they’re like “oohh who’s that?” like girl it’s the oldest sister of the protagonist of an obscure anime that aired 40 yrs ago leave me alone
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thinking about them (the tim kon bart trio)... they are a set, do not separate. they're aosbcart (assigned "one shared brain cell" at red tornado). they love each other. their hijinks are legendary. there's something wrong with each of them but their issues align with each other's. they invented humor as a love language
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im all for making fun of and criticizing the way booktok (and booktube) aestheticize reading to an insane degree, making it more about being percieved as a reader more than like. actually reading. but some people on here lump the most normal things ever into the booktok consumerism pile?
like yes, booktok/tube places a lot of emphasis on the visuals of "reading", but then someone on here just went and said that simply "not wanting to damage your books" is a stupid booktok thing??? what? it's not vain or pretentious to care about your posessions, especially if they mean a lot to you. simply wanting your books to remain in good condition is not the same as having 100 unread books, or five editions of the same book, or books you hated, purely because they look nice.
and someone else said that having a yearly reading goal was also a stupid booktok/tube thing? since when? i've met people who set themselves yearly reading goals before youtube even existed. it's literally just a new years resolution, but tailored to a specific hobby?
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Sometimes I'm like, the Raffles stories aren't really as gay as I remember them. I've just built them up in my head so much, engaged with the shipping part of the fandom and lost perspective, and then I reread them and--
“Yet you said you would do anything for me! You asked me to name my crime! But I knew at the time you didn’t mean it; you didn’t go back on me to-night, and that ought to satisfy me, goodness knows! I suppose I’m ungrateful, and unreasonable, and all that. I ought to let it end at this. But you’re the very man for me, Bunny, the—very—man! Just think how we got through to-night. Not a scratch—not a hitch! There’s nothing very terrible in it, you see; there never would be, while we worked together.”
He was standing in front of me with a hand on either shoulder; he was smiling as he knew so well how to smile. I turned on my heel, planted my elbows on the chimney-piece, and my burning head between my hands. Next instant a still heartier hand had fallen on my back.
“All right, my boy! You are quite right and I’m worse than wrong. I’ll never ask it again. Go, if you want to, and come again about mid-day for the cash. There was no bargain; but, of course, I’ll get you out of your scrape—especially after the way you’ve stood by me to-night.”
I was round again with my blood on fire.
“I’ll do it again,” I said, through my teeth.
He shook his head. “Not you,” he said, smiling quite good-humoredly on my insane enthusiasm.
“I will,” I cried with an oath. “I’ll lend you a hand as often as you like! What does it matter now? I’ve been in it once. I’ll be in it again. I’ve gone to the devil anyhow. I can’t go back, and wouldn’t if I could. Nothing matters another rap! When you want me, I’m your man!”
from The Ides of March
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orvphil: so real
for example used analysis on the following instances
orville's physical reluctance & difficulty kneeling to propose to jane vs. readily swinging right into such a kneel with phil during 'til we meet again
'til we meet again
(see above) noting the "both immediately becoming So happy to be doing this" and "staring at each other for an unbroken ten seconds after finishing the song which was evidently beyond simply a [hold for applause] thing"
having indeed an adorable little meet-cute, which may not be an integral part of every eventual writer/lyricist & composer partnership
when phil drops in at wingate manor and he an orville have a private little wave to each other like =)
sitting next to each other sharing a hay bale and orville gets drinks for them both and phil walks orville home
lucky day
the choreography where orville's at the piano and phil swings it out while rotating it and orville's "walking" while sitting to one side to help (my analysis: going ohhhhh ;w;)
both simultaneously answering "his" when asked whose song it is like the earnest effortless mutual admiration and appreciation huh fellas
margaret talking about protecting your heart from these theatricals; orville Is one of these theatricals, and he loves it; phil watching him / reacting in this moment including his little "hell yeah" move like he had for orville going off in lucky day
their general enthusiasm together / for each other / enjoyment of being around each other and increased ease of operating when around each other
phil wishing orville could hear his music and talking about how orville ruined his own night to save theirs, then remarking "...what a guy!" mmhm
🌈🌈🌈
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I truly think some people in the internet need to log out and talk to an actual real human person irl. If every message you send regardless of context looks like a Twitter callout/discourse starter post it's NOT normal and I can't empathize it enough. You shouldn't talk to people this way??? It's incredibly rude and uncalled for.
I think Twitter in particular has permanently damaged people's brains because I started noticing more and more people acting like they are in a ratioed hit tweet outside Twitter. I even started to see that when I spend too much time scrolling through Twitter, I myself start to formulate my messages in a more provocative manner like I have the intention to hurt someone's feelings to get a reaction. And surprise-surprise! It's not cool, guys! Not just in relation to other people but it's toxic to yourself, first a foremost.
Do yourself a favor: do outside, take a walk, talk to actual people, hang out with friends. Delete Twitter at least temporarily to detox. Literally touch grass.
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@yukikorogashi || liked for a starter!
[Blood // Water – grandson]
“Look me in my eyes,” he demanded, what could've been something soft and concerned from most anyone else coming out like the crackle of ice in too warm of water. Kaz dipped the crow's beak of his cane beneath the girl's chin, steering her wide and youthful gaze up to his. He surveyed her face in a breath of silence: the indomitable spirit she exuded, the convincing front. His head tilted, next words lower and quieter than before: “Tell me everything's not fine.”
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ooh I've got a feeling the twins are gonna be rivals from birth XD always fighting for attention
"Oh, what a show that would be! Haha!"
"It feels like they're fighting for attention now."
"Oh my love..."
"They get this from you, you know this right—"
"...I know."
"Regardless, we'll love them no matter what."
"Precisely! No matter the rivalry, the twins will be loved endlessly!"
"Mhm...hey, hon?"
"Yes, my love?"
"...do we still have some jambalaya?"
"Ah, spicy cravings?~ I'll get that for you. Anything else?"
"That's all...thank you, hon."
"Anytime."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
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being around straight girls too long is so weird especially around february time. I mean like they aren't even joking, you want a boyfriend like why, what for?
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