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if i look back, i am lost

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Me, looking at my inbox right now
I want to cry
What is it for, Haley???
I’m feeling crippling art block in this chili’s tonight
he’s 100% done with their shit
This can’t be legal
What’s even more cursed is that Rebecca Sugar drew this comic panel
Limbo is a featureless room with a door labeled “heaven” and one labeled “Hell”. Heaven has been locked for 12,000 years. Today’s the day you finally say “screw it, anything’s better than this.”
"Has anyone tried knocking?" I ask. Everyone looks at each other, and all I can hear are snippets of conversation "did you - I never thought - assumed someone had tried it." Cool. We've been sitting here for 12,000 years, and not a single one of us tried being polite! Heaven is God's home, and how do you let someone know you're at their house? You knock. So that's what I do. I walk up to that door tantalizingly marked "Heaven" and raise my fist. The second my knuckles touch the door it finally, finally, swings open.
concept playlists;
you’re lying on mossy forest floors, slowly transforming into a nymph, your fingers are turning into flower vines, your limbs are bleeding honey & growing thick skins of sepia bark, wings sprout in between your shoulder blades. your breath sounds like the wind. fireflies litter the air above you
you’re hold up in an abandoned church, outside there’s a raging storm & a horde of zombies roaming around, pressing up against the entrance doors. you & a small band of survivors are staying inside for the night in hopes to ride the bad weather out. you take first watch & listen to these tunes on an old ipod while everyone else tries to get some rest & the undead crawl outside, awaiting the taste of human flesh.
you’re in your boyfriend’s pickup. he’s asleep in the passenger seat, you’re driving without a destination in mind & you have the window down as you let the cool night air whip against your face in a state of pleasant delirium you’re on a rooftop somewhere, there’s 5 am air on your skin, streetlights glint like coins at the bottom of wishing wells from where you sit. you’re feeling peaceful for the first time all week
you’re lying in the middle of a crop circle forty miles from your grandma’s old house waiting for aliens to come and abduct you
it’s four pm in the afternoon and you’ve got your head in the lap of the only boy you’ve ever loved & you’re reading jane eyre & he’s sipping on tea & it’s the kind of weather where it’s just warm enough for you to pretend it’s summer & it’s drizzling & you’re listening to the rain beat softly against the windowpanes you’re curled up in bed as it pours outside, there’s a citywide blackout and the last candle you had left has finally blown out, but you feel strangely at peace within the warm, all-consuming dark
you’re making out in the bathroom of a house party with someone that makes you feel like you’ve swallowed the sun you’re standing amidst a city you burned to the ground. the apocalypse has come & gone. all that’s left is ashes & mortar & sad bones but you’re feeling empowered. a slow smile creeps up your lips as you realize how you’ve always wanted to watch the world burn you wander into wonderland and now you’re suddenly being crowned fairie queen, apparently there’s a prophecy waiting to be fulfilled it’s mid morning but it’s dark outside from the rain. you thought the tapping on the window was from the rain but it’s actually a crow that flickers out of sight when you look directly at it you’re sipping on cherry cola by the pool on a lazy sunday & you’re feeling younger than you’ve ever been you’re summoning old ghosts in an abandoned parking lot on a smoggy thursday night
THIS WAS IN MY IMAGES FOLDER????
You guys know that its canon that nuclear radiation gave Big Boss a huge dick right
I refuse to click that link because it’s either a joke link or I’m actually going to have to read about MGS lore and idk which is worse
taako dresses like harper from wizards of waverly place and that’s just a fact we all have to accept
taako wears this kind of thing as a power move right before casting magic missile in a sixth level spell slot to murder your ass
This is a tl;dr for my entire blog and tbh I feel threatened.
why does old english look like shitposting
wuss poppin jimþo
thats a thorn. That little half b half p looking abomination makes the “th” sound.
that says “thiccness”. That IS shitposting
who the fuck discovered time travel in 2017
please never refer to cum as “seed” in my presence
How can you make a post like this and expect me NOT to write you 5 cringy pages of erotica using the worst euphemisms I can think of?
hoe don’t do it
Shaking, he pulled his throbbing porksicle from her quivering yeast cake, seed leaking from her secret garden.
“The eagle has landed.”
YEAST CAKE IM S C R E A M I G
the friendship of jack zimmermann and shitty knight
I know we talk a lot about how much Shitty helps Jack (constantly defending him, encouraging him to be himself, showing him how to have fun) and believe me, I agree with all of it (I am currently working on a freshmen year jack and shitty friendship fic) BUT may I also present:
Headcanons on How Jack is Just What Shitty Needed:
So Shitty went to Andover, which context clues/google tells me is a fancy boarding school for fancy, rich people. And we also know Shitty is… Shitty. Of all the boys, I feel like he fits in with the Andover crowd the least.
And I’m sure some of that is rebellion against the school after the fact (I went to an all-girls catholic school so rebelling after the fact is in my lifeblood) but the signs must have been there while Shitty was still attending. He chose to go to Samwell for a reason so we can assume that even in high school, Shitty did not 100% fit with the Andover crowd.
He’s not unpopular, because Shitty is loud and friendly and plays hockey but I’m not sure Shitty had any super close friends. The smart kids are a little bit jealous that he never seems to do any work and most of the hockey team isn’t keeping up with his questioning musings on sexuality and gender and he is probably known as that kid who gets in fights with the teachers all the time and Shitty doesn’t go to Harvard for many reasons: because he doesn’t want to and because fuck his dad and his dad’s family, but also because… he wants to meet different types of people. Because he doesn’t really fit in at Andover. And he never really wanted to.
So he goes to Samwell and he doesn’t get a hockey scholarship but he is allowed to walk on the team and suddenly he finds himself living across the hall from Jack Zimmermann. Who Shitty of course knows about. Because he grew up in Boston. And he plays hockey. And he loves hockey.
But he does not imagine he will be that close with Jack Zimmermann. Because, honestly, at this point, Shitty can’t imagine being that close with anyone. His friends at Andover put up with him (or at least, they at least pretended to listen to him for part of the time before talking over him or telling him to cmon, man, shut the fuck up!) and Shitty could share a few laughs with them but in terms of connecting well…
(Just please, please imagine slightly insecure but has convinced himself he’s fine young baby 17 year old Shitty Knight. But like… not even insecure just he probably doesn’t even realize that real friendship is out there. maybe he has a small inkling that this isn’t how friends treat each other but not really and i am going to need to think about this more. baby shitty. who knew.)
ANYway, the one thing Shitty does know how to do well and does love doing is getting into fights (god, young shitty was probably almost like Dex in this regard). So it’s natural that when someone says a sly, stupid comment about overdosing to Jack, Shitty jumps on ‘em. Because fuck you, sir and he has been looking for a fight since he arrived and–
Okay, I promised myself I would keep this focused on how Shitty needs Jack so let’s skip forward to the moment when Shitty realizes that Jack listens to him. Like ever since the outstanding defense move, Jack has opted to sit near Shitty and Shitty feels a warm glow of something at that (and, later, he will recognize this as claiming his role as Defender of Jack Zimmermann against All Evil) and at first they work because Jack is pretty much silent and Shitty never really stops talking and Shitty figures that is his role. To talk while Jack Zimmermann thinks about hockey.
But then one day at breakfast, Shitty is talking about his Intro to Women’s Studies class and the studies about how the idea that “boys are better at science and math” is a learned behavior, and Jack is sitting next to him, as usual, and then– “Hold up,” Jack says. “I have to go get more eggs.” and for a moment, Shitty is completely confused as to why Jack told him that information because he is more than used to people walking away from him mid-ramble and so he sort of watches as Jack leaves and wonders what is wrong and then Jack returns and doesn’t look up from his food but says something like “Okay, sorry, so girls want to be doctors, eh?” and Shitty realizes that Jack has been listening this whole time.
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hey just a reminder that Jack is like…really fuckin hot
#stop i don’t wanna be attracted to a gd cartoon character#but here we are [tags via @jacksbits ]
So I might be into the reverse!AU for Yuri on Ice now……….
edit: I did more
People were upset that Victor wouldn't marry Yuuri unless he won gold. So when they had a chance, skaters and fans would come up to Yuuri to 'propose' to him with candy rings or whatnot, Yuuri thought it was funny so he always said yes and soon #MarriedToKatsukiYuuri went viral. Victor felt so exasperated, and went like "ohmygod OKAY I get it! I'll marry him tomorrow!" while Phichit and Chris go like "too late he's already married to -- how many retweets has it been? -- 1.7 million people!" lmao
I LOVE THIS HC
okay but Barry walks in and smooches Taako on the cheek and everyone’s like ‘uuuuuhhh thats not lup’ and hes just like ‘yeah i know but taako needs affection too’
And Magnus puts his hands on his hips and says “Well, Barry, did you bring enough kisses for everyone?”
I feel like this person really understands Magnus