I’m sorry, I didn’t hear anything after you being on the bus. You’re not in New York anymore, Timmy. You don’t have to be taking public transport, you silly boy. I can’t stand humans, really, I don’t think you’re being over sensitive in the least, love. You’ve got a good moral compass, I’m sure if you thought it was a dick move, it probably was.
I like not having to drive, thank you. It’s good for the environment, and makes me feel better about all the terrible choices I make. Thanks Flo, that means a lot. I was a little more than a little concerned that I may have been looking at it wrong. But you already know that I worry about everything.
Paul was never good with his anxiety, so when Tom had declared that Char wanted to visit the kids meaning the two men had to play just domestic housemates it sent Paul into a significant tizzy. He wanted to touch, he wanted to hold what was his and that was Tom. Edward Thomas Hardy was Paul Anderson’s nobody else’s, the fact that he had to play the I am not your ex-husband’s new boyfriend was going to be rough. Still more so because Paul not only personally knew intimate details of their former relationship but Paul was the one that Tom turned to on set when things got rough. Hell, they fucked once when she came to visit when Forrest was a little bit younger then he was now. So here Paul was listening to some music as he threw paint at a canvas in the gallery. He had forgotten to lock the door, the cool breeze helping the smell of paint fumes not overtake him. There was a half drank a bottle of water amongst all the paintbrushes and paint cans he was throwing around.
Timmy had been working hard on making new friends, and him and Paul had gotten along pretty well in the couple of times that they had talked. So when he found himself walking down the road that the other man’s house was on, he decided to turn and head towards the door. He heard the music first though, and decided that that must be where people were, and as Timmy was who he was, he decided to follow the sounds and walk towards that door instead. He knocked once, twice, then gently pushed the door open the rest of the way, letting himself in carefully, “Hey you,” He greeted, walking over to the music and turning it down a notch, looking over curiously and waving cautiously to make sure that him being there was okay. “What’s going on in here?”
It is so fucking true! You know they tried to tell my boyfriend when his kids came that they had to be checked for this virus? A 14-year-old, a five-year-old and a barely under the age of 2. LIKE REALLY?
I could see wanting them to be checked, because they’re young and kids have fucked up immune systems. But if it was something that was completely out of the blue and fully forced, I would hate that.
Next time if you ever see them again cough in their direction and be like “I’m heading to the hospital to get checked.”
God, that would be such a power move, but probably wouldn’t help to fight fire with fire. I don’t know, I’m a chicken in person, I’d be more likely to just avoid her.
I hope they got what they deserved a big kick in the asses by karma later in the day for doing that shit. Mass hysteria is awful! It needs to stop and the media isn’t helping…
I hope so too. I don’t usually wish negativity on anyone, but like.... She would have deserved it. Fuck that mess. Mass hysteria is really the worst thing about humans, I’m convinced. That herd mentality we have, it’s a fatal flaw.
i already know i’m going to get flack for this, but i recently bought an old vhs player from a charity shop, and i’ve been absolutely jumping at the bits to use it. anyone free for a couple hours and want to help me test it out ? we can have a whole movie night. i can provide snacks and cuddles from my dog.
I don’t think I’ve even seen a VCR since I was like, maybe twelve? I don’t know, I can’t remember specific years. But shit, I used to love VHS tapes. I still have my old Rocky Horror tape somewhere because it reminds me of childhood, even though I can’t play it. I’d volunteer it up as something to watch in exchange for those snacks!
Well, who am I? I'm almost 25
Can't remember half the time that I've been alive
'Cause half was in a cheap apartment
And half was on the Eastside (Eastside)
They said don't meet your heroes, they're all fuckin' weirdos
And God knows that they were right
Because nobody loves you, they just try to fuck you
SWEET TEA. A playlist for Timothée Chalamet; @lostlakerpg
1; Soundtrack to my Life - Kid Cudi
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Wait someone actually did that? What the actual fuck that shit is nasty! That is so unfair to people who may actually be at risk for this damn thing.
I really kinda wish I had said something to her, but I’m from New York and I’m so used to not talking to people on public transportation. But I hope someone told her that she was a dick.
That’s fucking sickening! Like who would actually do that? THIS is the reason people are freaking out! Like ugh, dude you aren’t too sensitive!
That’s what I was thinking, like, it’s just shifty. It’s not cool, it’s not funny, it’s mass hysteria, and no one wants this to last any longer than necessary. But as long as people are preying on fear, fear will exist.
Wait what?!? That is awful! Have you heard about all the crazy stuff that people have done to others? That’s fucking disgusting. Like don’t go out! Don’t make people panic more. UGHH!
Like, I feel like they thought it was justified because they’re not sick and they were just pretending. But if people actually get scared, you’re still a dick, my dude. Mass hysteria sucks, why are we feeding it?
I overheard a couple girls on the bus talking about how they were fake coughing to get people to stay away from them in public, and I feel all kinds of grimey. Is it just me, or is it really sketchy to use mass panic to upset people further? It feels almost manipulative of the general public. Especially in a city, since those are the ones that are always hit by these big epidemics first, you know? Am I being too sensitive or was that a total dick move? I can’t decide.
You’ve ever seen that move Seven? Where Brad Pitt’s yelling, “What’s in the box?” just before he discovers it’s his wife’s head. That’s the first box reference that came to mind for me. What does that say about me as a person? It’s BYOB, just so y’know. Bring your own box.
Why’d you have to go there man? I was keeping it innocent with some good wholesome Harry Potter goodness, now I’m imagining Harry’s head in a box and Brad as Stan asking what he’s in the box for. I think I can swing a good box. I got this, I’m ready for it.
You should be proud for how many times you have seen it no it does not male you a obsessive dick it’s okay if it’s your favorite movie. it’s going good. it’s nice to meet you Timmy.
To be fair, your mini-me is one of my best friends, and she made me the first time I watched it. But the five times after that? Those were all for how great of a movie it is. I love a good cheesy inspirational flick as much as the next guy! How are you today? Other than avoiding unpacking, of course.
Hello! moving here was the best idea but the unpacking is gonna have to wait for now with being on wwe backstage please check out fighting with my family it’s on on hulu for all of you who don’t know i am you can call me Saraya or Paige i hope you all have are having a wonderful night. @lostlakestarters
I’m not sure if I’m proud to say that I’ve already seen it three times, or if that makes me look like an obsessive dick. But I’ll gladly watch it again. How’s it going? I’m Timmy.
Been in rehearsals for over a week and I’ve losing my god damn mind. I suggested just winging tour, but that was a no go when I couldn’t even recognize me own lyrics. I’ve just gotten home to a house still full of boxes and now I’m in a box, ‘cause apparently I’m too knackered to walk properly. So there’s that, anyone up for a box party?
You know in the third Harry Potter movie, when Stan’s like “Whatchu fall over for?” That’s me right now, but “Whatchu in a box for?” I want to come to a box party, where’s my invite? I’ll bring tunes.
