#what the fuck even 😂

[deelovesbooks]

ko-fi

#burrow's end #burrow's end spoilers #d20 #dimension 20 #lmao this came to me while in the shower #and is honestly a fairly accurate representation of my expression after that first episode #like 'what do you meeeaaannn the show with the ominous title isnt just gonna be a heartfelt stoat season' #lmao when we first learned of the season and some people were all 'well is d&d 5e really the right system for this? #theyre cute animals theyre probably not even gonna be battles there are better systems suited for just cozy animal ttrpg' #how are u feeling after that fucking bear in ep 2 eh? 😂 #have trust and faith in Aabria #theres still 8 fucking episodes to go this is gonna be crazy #i am prepared for the emotional turmoil it will cause in me #my textposts

[narutobrainrotstuff]

#the fucking Uchiha crest behind Izuna… Kishimoto sir #The symbolism in this panel really echoes the databook description for Izuna (Sacrificed for his clan) #Madara speaks of Izuna’s eyes and the Uchiha crest is behind him that is so emblematic #The clan is really Izuna’s legacy to Madara as Madara was ready to die after he lost his brother #and Madara’s relationship with his clan was not stellar 😂😂 #even in death the one thing connecting Madara to the clan is Izuna just like the databook described (Pillar of the Uchiha clan) #I’m obviously looking too deep into this 😂😂 #but the crest behind Izuna’s back to me really symbolizes the fact that it’s Izuna and all of Madara’s dead family members who gave their #lives to protect it #Madara definitely loved his clan and wanted to protect it #but what makes Madara unique to me is that this sense of duty is mainly fueled by the fact that his family members have their lives for the #clan #while Madara more so values his individual bonds (Izuna/Hashirama) #and the conflict is these individual bonds clash with his duty as a leader of his clan which causes him to fuck up as leader

[lestappenforever]

Just in case this wasn’t very clear: Sending anonymous (coward) Lestappen hate my way is an absolute waste of your time and energy because I could not care less about whatever shit you're spewing and I'll block you without even bothering to read your entire ask.

#Asks #Anon asks #Like fuck what are you hoping to achieve? 😂 Do you think you'll change my mind? Make me feel bad? #What a sad way to live your life spreading hate #I know you probably think you're badass sending anon hate to a Lestappen blog but let me tell you: you are anything but #It's just sad my dude #The clicks wasted to get into my ask box only to type out a long message I won't even read #Like damn babe #I've been part of fandoms for far too long to let those types of tragic attempts at being “cool” get to me in any way shape or form #If you have an issue with a ship just backlist tags and block blogs posting about it

[hussyknee]

FYI if you're watching MasterChef Australia, the Sri Lankan Australian contestant Savi is a friend of mine and kind of a stealth idol because everything I seem to be online (a ball-busting, bombastic, proudly brown, unapologetically fat, sexy decolonizer lady) she actually is irl. It's funny because she was a few grades below me and found me intimidating when we were in school and now I'm the one perpetually in awe of her. Do watch if you can and root for her! She's a delight!

#it looks like she's really not taking down the heat level to cater to the white judges taste buds #which kinda thrills me because you should be able to handle heat if you're a judge on a chef contest #but i don't think even i would have had the stones to risk it for a televised competition #which tells you all you need to know about her lmao. and I get it bc Savi's food is an expression of herself the way my writing is of mine #'just because you can't handle it doesnt mean there's anything wrong with me' is fucking praxis #jealous bootlickers on lankan twitter are trying to start shit #being like 'yo didn't this woman say that Michelin stars are just white people opinions and don't mean anything?' #And? she's right??😂😂😂😂 #woman SAID what she SAID #masterchef australia #sri lanka #sri lankan cuisine #food culture #knee of huss

[humanmaybe]

Listen the thing about walrus vs fairy is that fundamentally the question of shock is about the exact moment you open the door to find either a walrus or a fairy. Not how you feel after thinking about it for a bit - the initial surprise of opening the door to either a magical creature (which could look more or less humanoid) or a massive semi-aquatic animal (a fucking walrus)

Do you know how fuck off huge walruses are? Yeah I would have a bit of a crisis after learning magic exists and my understanding of the world has been completely re-written. But that’s still a fucking walrus, a large and sometimes aggressive sea animal which should not be anywhere near my house. My first reaction is going to be OH FUCK?? And probably closing the door before it gets inside or decides to be aggressive

#walrus vs fairy #fairy vs walrus #I’m JUST SAYING. the margin is small. but a walrus is immediately more shocking than a fairy #and frankly both are just as baffling even given time to think about it 😂 #my reaction to learning magic exists vs learning that a walrus made its way to my door or was put there is more or less the same #and it is WHAT THE FUCK!!! #my initial reaction to a fairy would be to possibly talk to them is the thing. I would be curious #can’t talk to a walrus and find out what it wants

[bobosbillionsknives]

LITERALLY Vash and Knives im telling you I was foaming at the mouth at this realization. It's literally them dude

#the way that the earth angel rose is closed off and the love and peace rose is open 😅 like whaaaat #literally them #knives closed off from the world. like whaaaat #also the fact that its specifically love and peace and not peace and love dude i was twitching the fuck out like there's no way #vash open to humanity like whaaaat what are we talking about right now loooool #liiike earth. angel. waht are wr talking about thats quite literally knives #watch me go into nature and be like “omfg trigun reference” brooo touching grass doesn't even help its literally a trigun ref im cursed #not like a gaf tho 🚬🚬🚬😂 #trigun #millions knives #vash the stampede

[good-beanswrites]

Imagine the awkwardness if in that Mikoto Prank Show ask however, if no one but Es and Jackalope were in on it… And they somehow got everyone’s crimes perfectly right.

LMAO 💀💀💀

Jackalope and Es are in on it, and they don’t even need to guess them -- the machine can be legit! As any good businessmen, they put this newfound life-changing technology to good use: reality TV. They get a hold of 10 random people, planning on editing and splicing the videos to make up some crazy stories about crime and guilt and see how people react. They chose an range of people that might feel guilt over something -- they assume doctors feel bad for losing patients even though they did their best, or policemen regret the people they can't save, or chronically online people feel responsible for things they're connected to -- but that's all.

They get to Haruka’s interrogation and Es comes back to the team going, “hey, did you guys watch the video? Crazy that this guy killed animals, huh.” Then Yuno’s rolls around and they go “shit I never would have thought she was the type for that, now she’s overthinking her abortion…” Then Fuuta. “What are the chances that so many people feel incredibly guilty over someone else’s death? Does everyone feel a secret responsibility for something that happened indirectly?” Then Muu. “Okay that was pretty direct. How did we find these people? Should we contact anyone about this? No? Okay.” Shidou. “?????” By the time they get to Mahiru’s interrogation and she readily admits to murder they’re like “yeah okay, I had a feeling.”

The funniest part is, Mikoto is the team's only hopeful case! From the very beginning, they hear him talking around the prison and everyone breathes a long sigh of relief. “Finally! A normal, not-murdery guy! Our show is saved! We have someone real to prank!” … And then.

(Slightly off-topic but I’ve always wanted to write a comedy normal au in which Es befriends the cast in different areas of their life; Amane is transferred to their school after her incident, Mahiru works in a nearby store, Shidou works at their local clinic, etc.) One by one they get close enough to Es to really trust them, and each confess to being involved with a death that was either indirect or very well covered up. The first few times it’s a beautiful moment of trust and vulnerability, but after like five confessions Es is sitting there like “seriously?? How does this keep happening????”)

#milgram #asdfsdf thank you this has been cracking me up #just looking at the t1 videos it still seems pretty plausible #es is like 'wow what a crazy coincidence :)' #and then from muu's forward they just come back and sit with jackalope in complete stunned silence #im picturing the fucked up tails face while watching shidous video #es: are you SURE we're not the ones being pranked? this is getting ridiculous #they decide to just never tell the prisoners it was a prank because how do you even explain that now😂😂😂 #'hey youre internet famous and have a strange amount of people thirsting over you. also everyone knows what you did. bye' 👍 #i dont have the patience for such a long normal au but yeah the idea always kills me #its the 'am i so broken i keep attracting toxic people' thing except with literal murderers asdfsdf #ask #analysis/thoughts #long post

[dootznbootz]

I really think it's important to give credit where credit is due but for example, on tumblr you can always @ someone...but then I feel like I'm calling for attention!!! Or like I'm coming off as "Oh I mentioned you!!! You have to reblog this!!!" when that's not it!!!

Like I know that's the simplest way to give credit. And when just tagging someone, most of the time I know it's a simple "I'm thinking of you" or "I think you'd like this!" and that's definitely how I see it but I know that I'm a chaotic lil gremlin who likes collecting everything as "I absorb everything in sight". I know other people are more particular about what they toss up on their blogs.

I usually just put url names so then people KNOW who's the person with said idea first and then link the specific post so then the person doesn't need to feel like they have to like or reblog my thing as I'm just trying to give credit and the source.

#I doubt some people wanna see MY nonsense😂 I have that specific tagamemnon tag BECAUSE I know most people won't like #what I toss up #Feel free to tag me in EVERYTHING though :D I don't give a fuck. Y'all have seen my blog and kind of know me. #there are very few things I don't love or don't want to see or even a “Hey wanna get mad about this” I don't care. send it my way #but I know other people are more critical of what they want to slap up in their scrapbook and stuff and I sometimes feel like I'm guilting #someone into reblogging it unless I'm like 95% sure they'll get a kick outta it or at least want to see it. #also the fact that other people will tag others in posts and I know some people JUST want to OG post and not the one with all the tags #klsdfj I'm such a worrywart about shit lksjdf lkds AAAAAAAAH #Mad rambles

[theflyingfeeling]

💖 it's here, it's pink, it's sparkly, and full of fluff 💖

Hiiiiii and welcome to witness my attempt at an Olli/Allu Advent Calendar, in which I'll give you ~a cute little something~ about these two idiots in love almost every day until December 24! My plan is to use prompts from this list to either write a fic based on the prompt or just some good ol' delulu thoughts if all else fails. I cannot guarantee there'll be a post literally every day, but I'm really excited to try this out and I thank you for your support along the way in advance 💝

The biggest thanks and a million hugs go to one of my favourite human beings @kraeuterhexchen for making the adorable banner!! I mean helloooooo?? 😭 Go show them some love ❣️

For December 1, the prompt list is titled One True Pairing Moments, and the prompt I chose was 'calling just to hear their voice' 🥺 You can read the fic below, I hope you like it <3

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PS. Even though this is an advent calendar of sorts, I'm not planning on making this particularly Christmassy. I hope no one minds terribly!

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Falling for Aleksi had, in a way, sneaked up on Olli, at least if he fooled himself a little. He could pretend he didn’t feel any different about the man than he did about, say, Joonas or Tommi, but that strategy only worked for so long – that is to say, approximately until Aleksi as much as smiled softly at him from across a room or bumped his shoulder into his jovially when walking down the street and Olli would feel his breath getting caught in his throat or stumble in his words, his tongue tangled like shoelaces, which was so unlike him as well and frustrated him to no end. It really took a special kind of fool to not only develop some level of feelings for a friend, a colleague, a bandmate for Christ’s sake, but also become so hopelessly enamored with him that you rolled awake in bed in the dead of night, grabbing your phone and tossing it back on the nightstand again and again because you couldn’t decide whether or not you should, on some erratic 2 o’clock impulse, call him to let him know he was the very reason for your insomnia. 

Turning on his back, Olli groaned (only a little desperately) as he remembered losing himself in the lingering hug they had shared just before the arrivals lobby at the airport, inhaling Aleksi’s scent and wishing they wouldn’t have to go home just yet, even if Olli was more than ready to finally sleep in his own bed again. Ironically, ever since they had returned home from tour, Olli had spent night after sleepless night missing Aleksi terribly: his stupid jokes and playful banter that bordered on being flirtatious if Olli allowed himself the benefit of delusion; his quick, subtle smiles that probably meant nothing; his little touches Olli hoped meant something; his smell and his touch and the softness of his hair at the back of his neck, compared to which the blanket Olli was grasping in his fist was like sandpaper. (How he had come to know of the qualities of Aleksi’s hair in such detail, he preferred not to dwell on too much to save himself from the heartache, so let’s just leave it at ‘stressful, emotional week far away from home’ and ‘a little too much to drink’).

Above all, Olli missed Aleksi’s voice. He hadn’t even thought that was possible, until the other morning when Olli had woken up to a voice message Aleksi had left just hours earlier, rambling about a song idea he had gotten in the middle of the night – something he did from time to time – and Olli had spent the next several minutes replaying it over and over again as he had lied in bed procrastinating getting up and and instead closing his eyes to better imagine Aleksi lying there beside him, turned on his side to face Olli, talking to him sleepily like they often did when they shared a room on tour and were just too lazy to join others at breakfast. Much like the hug at the airport, Olli wished those moments would have lasted way longer than they did, often ending abruptly when either of their phones would go off with Santeri’s name on the screen, a passive-aggressive interruption to the soft, low tone of Aleksi’s early-morning thoughts. (Sometimes, when Olli was lucky enough, he had been blessed with the bliss of feeling the light touch of a fingertip tracing along his collarbone, cut short just as frustratingly by their well-meaning tour manager politely enquiring whether the two of them had plans of dragging themselves downstairs for some toast and coffee, or if they’d rather starve until lunchtime, for which he wasn’t at all sure they’d even have time that day.)

The lovesick idiot that he was, his thumb hovered over the ‘play’ button of Aleksi’s voice message, probably for the millionth time that week. The chest-carving hesitation turned into a heart flip when he noticed Aleksi was online.

Then Aleksi began to type, and Olli held his breath the entire time until a new message appeared in the thread, anticipation holding him by his throat.

You awake?

Olli exhaled and typed his affirmative reply, leaving out the reason why.

He blinked at the screen, waiting for Aleksi to ask him a random question that clearly couldn’t wait until morning, or perhaps talk about something related to another late-night Twitch stream (from what Olli had gathered, Aleksi had been doing a lot of those recently, and with his last remaining braincell Olli had managed to resist the temptation to watch every single one of them, because he knew that if he did, it would only dig his grave of pining and longing deeper, seeing Aleksi smile and giggle about but not being able to do that with him or snuggle up next to him when he was wearing that flannel Olli often used as a blanket in the tour bus). But instead of another text appearing on the screen, Olli’s phone began to vibrate in his hand, and it took him an embarrassingly long while to understand it was because Aleksi was calling him. 

“Hi,” he sighed when he finally collected himself enough to speak. He prayed he’d be able to hear what Aleksi was going to say from the thumping heartbeat echoing in his ears.

“Hi,” a soft voice said. “Sorry, I know it’s late…”

“No, not at all,” Olli hurried to say, “I mean, I wasn’t sleeping. Not even close, actually.” Part of him hoped Aleksi wouldn’t ask about it, but in some foolhardy way the possibility intrigued him. 

Nothing much, he would have likely said anyway, but what would happen if he told Aleksi how it really was? That he squeezed his pillow imagining it was him instead, or wailed into it because something had reminded him of a moment-that-was-probably-not-a-Moment™ they had shared? What would Aleksi say if he knew Olli sometimes touched himself the way Aleksi had touched him That One Night they never talked about? The only obstacle between Olli and that knowledge was a bottomless ocean of cold sweat and cowardice, and Olli had never been a great swimmer.

“So, ummm…,” Olli said when Aleksi’s end stayed silent. “What’s up?”

A short breath of laughter sounded through the phone line.

“Honestly? I don’t know, I… It’s just been a… weird week, I guess.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, like… my head’s just been so full of… everything and… I’ve been so busy and kinda tense and… fuck, this is going to sound crazy,” Aleksi laughed that brief laugh again, although to Olli it didn’t sound particularly cheerful. Tired, more like. Strained, somehow. Not sad, but definitely a little troubled, and Olli intended to find out why.

“I’m all for crazy, you know.” Olli hoped his sorry attempt to lighten Aleksi’s mood would work, and so he smiled in relief when he heard Aleksi chuckle at his comment.

“I know,” Aleksi said softly, in that tone of voice that had Olli melt against his bedsheets. “So yeah, it’s been a rough week, but… in between all that stupid shit, I’ve been thinking a lot about… umm… well, the tour and– and… about you, for some reason,” (the troubled laugh made its return) “and… yeah. That’s sort of helped me a lot recently.”

Olli listened to the words carefully, not fully believing what he was hearing, yet clinging on to them until they were all but swirling around in his otherwise empty head like dry leaves in October wind.

“And tonight I just couldn’t fucking sleep for some reason and nothing I did seemed to help and so I thought I’d call you. And I’m–” If it hadn’t been dead silent otherwise, Olli wouldn’t have heard the shaky breath Aleksi paused to take, “I’m sorry I’m calling you at this hour and bothering you with this all but I guess I just… wanted to hear your voice. To see if that would help.”

“Does it?” Olli asked. Aleksi’s confession had made him clasp his blanket close to his chest, as if that would do anything about his rapidly beating heart.

“Yeah. It does. So maybe just… keep talking?”

Despite his mind living a life of its own, completely unfit to form a single coherent thought, for Aleksi’s sake Olli tried his best to think of something to say, but everything he came up with was something he was not ready to tell him quite yet. 

“Uuummmm…” he said to buy himself some time, but while he waited for his useless brain and mouth to form any actual words, Aleksi spoke again.

“Fuck, I’m– I’m sorry, this is too weird, I shouldn’t have– I’ll let you go back to–”

“I miss you,” Olli blurted before Aleksi would hang up on him. He squeezed his eyes shut when Aleksi went silent, too silent for too long for it to mean any good.

The line stayed open, however, which Olli took as a positive sign, even if the seconds during which all Olli could hear was Aleksi's quiet breathing seemed endless.

“And I you,” Aleksi finally replied. “A little too much, probably, or at least that’s what it feels like,” he chuckled. Olli almost missed the quiet sniff that followed.

He had to steel himself for his next question.

“What do you mean?”

“Just… forget it.” Aleksi said quietly. Contrary to Aleksi’s request, Olli knew he was going to all but ‘forget it’ for the next 3-5 business days; mentally he booked all his evenings as well as most of his mornings and noons for pondering what exactly had been in Aleksi’s mind in that moment or why he had sounded so sombre, almost disappointed. He’d probably never come to any satisfactory conclusion about it though, at least not without a little help from Aleksi himself. 

A ridiculous idea popped into his head, and before he could stop himself, the words flooded out of his mouth.

“Do you wanna come over some time? To hang out? When your schedule’s a little less tight, I mean.” He sucked on his lips and closed his eyes as he waited for Aleksi’s answer, ready to hang up the moment he’d decline the offer on some obvious and logical reason for why Aleksi couldn’t possibly make nor want to take a trip to the north to see him, such as ‘didn’t we just spend over two months on the road together?’ or ‘damn, buddy, I miss you alright but not quite that much, I’ve done enough sitting in public transportation for one year, thank you very much lol’ or ‘what about Rilla?’

“You could take Rilla with you, you know.” Olli hurried to say, just in case, the deranged part of his brain thinking there might be a chance Aleksi might be at least considering it.

“Oh! Well, umm… I actually might have time next week? If– if you’re actually being serious about this.”

Funny you should ask, Aleksi; I’ve actually never been more serious about anything in my entire life than I am about having you here with me so that I can hold you and be held by you and see your face when I wake up in the morning and say goodnight to your annoyingly cute face instead of via text message and maybe, if the stars are in position and the northern wind won’t discourage me too much, I might actually be brave enough to torment you with the knowledge of just how miserable I’ve been since we last saw each other.

“I think it would be cool,” he said, because he had a feeling what he wanted to say would’ve been a tad too much and sudden. “I mean, if you’re up for it, of course. I understand if you can’t make it though, I know you have all those side projects.”

“No, I think it might actually do me some good to get out of the capital area for change.” Then there was a muffled ‘ouch’, followed by a laugh that sounded much brighter than any of the other ones Olli had heard from Aleksi that night. “Sorry, correction, it might do us some good. Rilla just told me she’s most definitely coming too. Rilla, stop nibbling on my toes!”

Olli smiled tiredly at the mental image that was painted in his mind of Aleksi and Rilla cuddling in bed, both minding their own business from what it seemed while still minding each other as well, very much indeed.

“I’ll be sure to set up a bed for her in the guest room.”

“The guest room? Do you not know her at all? If she’s not getting the master bedroom, she’ll ruin all your rugs and most of your shoes. Probably also gossip about you to all the neighbourhood dogs. And she’s brutal.”

Olli held his stomach as he laughed, tears almost forming in the corners of his eyes. In his defence, it was late and he was finally becoming tired, thus too far gone to help himself, let alone feel embarrassed about being in stitches about something Aleksi had said that was only mildly amusing. (It wasn’t the first time that had happened either, and likely not the last time.)

“So yeah, ummm, I can take a look at some flight options for next week and let you know, alright? I’m gonna let you sleep now and… I should get some myself too.”

Olli wanted to tell Aleksi he’d love to stay up chatting until dawn, but the yawn he let out when he opened his mouth to speak implied Aleksi had a point.

“Yeah, let me know. And… thanks for calling, I… you have no idea how much I needed this tonight.”

That was as close to a confession as Olli was able to get as of now.

“Probably not half as much as I did.”

Olli chuckled at Aleksi’s response, mostly to hide his own agony.

If only you knew. If only I knew how to tell you.

It didn’t take long for Olli to doze off after they hung up, and when he woke up to the kids from next door having a snowball fight under his window in the morning, he noticed new messages from Aleksi, sent half an hour after their phone call had ended, complete with screen captions of airplane schedules.

Would these days work for you? I might be free all week actually 😇

Olli cuddled into his pillow while typing his reply, hoping it wouldn’t wake up Aleksi.

yeah I’m free as well. I’ll pick you two up from the airport 🖤

From then on, Olli started counting the days until he’d see Aleksi again.

#blind channel fanfiction #blind channel rpf #ollixallu #24 days of gift-giving by theflyingfeeling #<- that's the tag i'll be using for these btw #everyone stop and look at the banner!! 🥺💖 #it's not QUITE like the original one ju made first but maybe one day you'll get to see that masterpiece as well 😏 #but ooff the way i've gone from having 'a plan' to having 'a better plan' to having 'no plan whatsoever' with this? 😂 #so yeah idk what kinda fics/posts there'll be in this series... stay tuned and see for yourself! 🤭 #some of them might be in the same universe/plot. others may not. who knows? not i 😌 #(...but as you can see from this fic the door for a multiple-part story is definitely open 👀) #some of the fics may not even be based on a prompt though if i'm not feeling like it. honestly i'm curious to see how this will turn out! #(and if this ends up being the only post i ever make that's alright too! i refuse to bully myself with a hobby i'm doing for free <3) #however: i'm not taking requests per say BUT feel free to snoop on the prompts for each day and send me your ideas or hopeful wishes 👀 #there are certain ones i'm more drawn to but i haven't really set anything in stone #one could say i'm just going with the flow. fuck around and find out if you will ✨ #also: not sure if/when i'll be bothered to post any of these on ao3 #probably i'll just see how many fics i manage to actually finish and dump them all at once on ao3 on christmas day lol #anyway! enjoy & let me hear from you <3

[kingkatsuki]

Texting Bakugou that you got hurt at work as he starts freaking out in his office and getting ready to blast his way to your building, until you answer his FaceTime call and show him the Dynamight plaster now wrapped around your finger as you pout into the camera and ask him “Are you gonna kiss it better?”

#so now he’s cursing on the phone and asking what the fuck happened #and when you tell him you hurt yourself sweeping he’s like #how the FUCK do you cut yourself sweeping💀 #and he definitely pretends to kiss the phone camera for you even tho he’s still cussing you😂😭 #this absolutely didn’t happen to me at work #and I definitely don’t have a plaster on my finger from sweeping #altho it’s not a Dynamight one🥲 #bakujo

[twenty-orange-balloons]

"Smash or Pass–"

Me, an asexual:

#cell posts #my answer will always be NO THANK YOU I'LL PASS #to every question that has to do with whether or not i'd fuck someone #ace memes #asexual jokes #asexual #what is with that gif 😂 why is he shaking his head like that?? #where is it even from?

[magnusbae]

yall guys didn't even hear me rant about how fucked it is that Dream was not allowed to mourn his raven and how his feelings been bluntly disregarded because clearly someone else knows best for how he should mourn the loss of his companion

#I am not even nearly started ranting about how badly Dream is treated in every single episode other than episode 6 😂 😂 😂 😂 #Needless to say lucienne wasn't exactly /okay/. #Imagine your beloved friend or pet had died and someone tells you 'you need to get a new one' and you say you're not ready and unwilling #And they go and get you one anyways :))))) #We can love Matthew but it doesn't make it any less fucked that Dream's mourning and loss wishes and feelings been fully disregarded #After he clearly communicated what he wants and doesn't want #It would have been find if he said nothing and wasn't ready—an unfortunate situation #But he literally said he CAN'T have any more Ravens #The only time we saw dream cry was over Jessamy #He wasn't allowed any time to truly mourn her #And someone just decided that they know best and got him a raven despite him saying no #..... Ah...... Whoops.... It's defend dream to the fucking death week... I guess. #buns.txt #dream of the endless #buns.hc #buns.all

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

My dad just called, firmly expecting me to side with him on some disagreement he was having with my brother.

The topic?

Listening to an audiobook isn't reading because you don't use your eyes.

*facepalm*

My brother, who is reading audiobooks, was very happy to have my support 😂

#look I'm pretty sure my dad is autistic too and almost as literal as i am #but I'm not that fucking literal 😂 #My brother: what about blind people dad? #my dad: uh well uh... thanks for your help (as my brother and mom laugh in the background) #my entertainment for the evening lol #all reading is reading #✌️ #starlit thoughts

[phoenixfeatherandunicornhair]

There’s this account on Twitter who basically posts dumb shit men write and I really cannot stop laughing.

Also, body count… oh, like Jack the Ripper?

#I’m sorry but what the fuck even #scientists call this’ no scientists think you’re stupid bro :) #also I have a “body count” of 4 and my kid unfortunately just got stuff me and that guy called her dad have so lmao #he even wrote ‘sometimes one child on many’ like oh magically no sibling is affected just this one kid I WONDER WHY #COULD IT BE IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANY BODY COUNT AT ALL? nah that’s not possible #🙄😂

[thatgoddamngingerundercut]

I love the original mv for I need u cuz like it’s got everything. Substance abuse, self harm, suicidal ideation, depression, violence, domestic assault, arson, general mayhem, fucking murder, finding solace in friendship, the freedom of unsupervised youth, and homoerotic subtext all set to an early 2010s pop ballad about missing the girl they broke up with and being upset about it

#she speaks #it’s been very fun catching up on a decade of these boys’ shenanigans #and I really do enjoy their edgy ass early shit #what’s funny tho is I remember getting really into blackpink around this time #and like Gangnam style when it blew up here #like a couple years before #and being like well bts is popular let’s give them a shot #and really not liking their music at the time #funny how taste changes over time #because I really do unironically love this song #but man if you had told 21 year old me I’d have TWO bts blogs and a folder on every social media site I’m on dedicated to them #she would have laughed hysterically at even the mere suggestion 😂😂😂 #even 26 yo me woulda laughed #fucking hell even 30 yo me woulda fuckin laughed #anyway #it’s kinda fun posting stream of consciousness shit here lmfao #cuz I have like five followers and like two of them are my friends 😂😂😂

[cipheramnesia]

that many check marks? you must be a joy to kill yourself in front of

What an absolutely coherent thought and normal reaction. Shouldn't you be outside, bullying the Power Rangers?

#suicide cw #I guess? #what the fuck is this even saying 😂