#u know who this is about

[kairenn-n]

must a villain be redeemed? isn't it enough that they're bitter, evil, and most importantly, hot?

#u know who this is about #shitpost #ok to reblog #villains

[adam-stanheight-is-transmasc]

the pig mask stays on during sex

#u know who this is about #chainshipping #hoffheight #saw 2004 #saw shitpost

[birf]

stop giving anime figures abs

[scattered-winter]

u ever be listening to a friend talk abt Characters and ur like yeah. ill adopt that into my worldview forever and ever

#u know who this is about #winter speaks

[echochambers]

love that insidiously destroys everything surrounding it like incomplete combustion poisoning the air, rendering oxygen useless, until both parties turn to ashes >>>>>>>>>

#u know who this is about #hannigram #but also #villaneve #nbc hannibal #killing eve #echo posts

[dlsintegration]

#u know who this is about #:(

[myinfluencerboyfriend]

sighing longingly over a fictional murderer

#u know who this is about #kietext #gushing #r: let's buzz!

[zorosdimples]

dropping by to say i’m so incredibly lovesick i don’t know what to do with myself except yearn

#u know who this is about #that silly guy whose birthday was yesterday #i have other things i need to do but he got lost in my mind and heart and he can’t figure out how to leave so. here we are.

[sailorsally]

Too much emphasis on the coworker dude's new car speakers in MIW unless they had to turn up the volume at one point to overpower the sound of them having sex in that car

#u know who this is about

[cdo499]

i am not a character defender i am a character understander. i am obsessed with him and i know he is the personification of garbage on the side of the street and what's in the bag

#my posts #u know who this is about

[mpregfrance]

love when s/he is so handsome and so pretty. like go queen give us Gender!!

#babygirl #u know who this is about #w the beard and the jaw n the shoulders and hairy chest mmm #but also that flowing hair those plush lips that curvy figure w the snatched waist and wide hips mmmm

[gunkbaby]

Bonjour (with rizz)

#i no longer need to tag anything #u know who this is about #queue #british people love to queue #gunk #shuucore

[leisurecd]

thinking about him whilst kicking my feet in the air and playing with the cord of the landline

#u know who this is about

[rorsry]

u guys have to understand that just because u like a celebrity doesntt mean they are automatically a good person lol sometimes you need to choose logic over feelings

#u know who this is about #(its mr depp for those unaware(

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail'' #ah tumblr... #writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" ..... #no.... not really..... #idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing... #this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey. #idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me. #i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum

[nat-20s]

Ten and Donna end up on a fucked up deadly space newlyweds show despite uh. Not being newlyweds but they get almost all the questions right. They start to sweat when the final question is "what's one secret desire you have involving the other?" And Donna writes "sometimes I wish I could occasionally shrink down the doctor real small so I could carry him around in my pocket and make sure he doesn't get lost' while Ten writes "sometimes I wish I was small enough that Donna could carry me around in like a cat backpack or maybe a shirt pocket" and they look at each other like AYYYYYY because not only are they deeply drift compatible they're also fuckin weird about it 💖

#doctor who #donna noble #tenth doctor #tennant doctor #you know i usually have the doctor say weird shit about her (positive) like idk #'u know i think me and donna wouldve crushed being conjoined twins' #but i think donna also says weird shit about him. i think shell say out loud something like #'you know i look at you and wonder of i could use you as a paintbrush: #nobody knows what the FUCK those two are talking about