meh

Just a pile of hyperfixations in a trench coat.

[aslongasitsblack]

its so delicious to me that shane’s one vice is having filthy nasty life affirming sex with the love of his life like the kind of fucking most people only dream about he is the furthest thing from a hedonist that a person could be he has not smoked a single cigarette he does not eat the thin sliver of cake he doesn’t lie in on sundays he doesn’t skip a day in the gym he doesn’t call in sick he doesn’t let himself slip he has never done a tequila shot he has never stayed up late into the night his ONE & ONLY exception to a life of diligence and restriction and control and restraint and properness the one thing he wants badly enough to allow himself is being fucked like a whore by a big strong man who would die for him its so truly beautiful and compelling to me

[apoemaday]

The Window

by Raymond Carver

A storm blew in last night and knocked out the electricity. When I looked through the window, the trees were translucent. Bent and covered with rime. A vast calm lay over the countryside. I knew better. But at that moment I felt I’d never in my life made any false promises, nor committed so much as one indecent act. My thoughts were virtuous. Later on that morning, of course, electricity was restored. The sun moved from behind the clouds, melting the hoarfrost. And things stood as they had before.

[apoemaday]

Elegy for a Walnut Tree

by W.S. Merwin

Old friend now there is no one alive who remembers when you were young it was high summer when I first saw you in the blaze of day most of my life ago with the dry grass whispering in your shade and already you had lived through wars and echoes of wars around your silence through days of parting and seasons of absence with the house emptying as the years went their way until it was home to bats and swallows and still when spring climbed toward summer you opened once more the curled sleeping fingers of newborn leaves as though nothing had happened you and the seasons spoke the same language and all these years I have looked through your limbs to the river below and the roofs and the night and you were the way I saw the world

[corvidaedream]

im just crying while scrolling through the mfa's digitized 18th century drawings which include a really soft and loving drawing of a baby snoozing thats titled "the artist's daughter" thats just radiating love, and also some very weird German birth certificates from a town in Pennsylvania that a man in 1771 painted mermaids and flowers and lions on

there's just something about these acts of love through art, man... they're really getting me tonight.

[corvidaedream]

i can't explain specifically what about this drawing is making me so emotional, im just having a moment thinking about the fact that this man was another living breathing human like me and 250-ish years ago in france, he sat drawing his tiny baby while she slept, and he is communicating that to me across centuries and an ocean with this image he made, and I can feel the love in my heart that he felt right then.

[spatscolombo-deactivated2022030]

A very specific and powerful Kryptonite: cheerfully dumb characters with one (1) intense skill that they don’t even realize is difficult and are therefore not prideful about. Bertie Wooster can flawlessly sight-read brand-new pieces for jazz piano while also sight-singing the lyrics, but only does it because he wants to listen to the song and he has to perform it in order to hear it. He finishes virtuosic prima vista performances with “I say, jolly clever lyric, that,” as if he’d been listening to it on the wireless. He just somehow drank an entire martini while simultaneously playing a ragtime piece by ear, and all he knows is that he is ready for a refill. He thinks his greatest talent is the ability to grow a mustache. 

[spatscolombo-deactivated2022030]

Jeeves: The new gentleman has a certain aesthetic charm but is mentally negligible; no doubt I—

Bertie: *playing Rhapsody in Blue, arranged for solo piano in his head after hearing it once the night before* Bit of a wheeze, this Gershwin fellow, what?

Jeeves:

Jeeves:

Bertie: I say, bit of a—

Jeeves: what

[unoqlo]

"Who on the team is most likely to get the most penalty minutes?" (-)

[dilftanger]

ten years later... rags @ pens | 1.31.26

[gender-luster]

episodes that i think every tv show should have:

timeloop

whodunit

musical

beach trip

random genre change (especially if it's to a noir detective thing)

one where they get randomly meta and fourth wall breaky but then never acknowledge it again

one where something happened but we as the audience don't actually get to see how it happened and only see it through the unreliable narrated flashbacks as recollected by the characters

[jareds]

SAM WINCHESTER in SUPERNATURAL 8x20 | Pac-Man Fever

[yourtinseltinkerbell]

[biblionerd07]

Imagine how it feels to be Sidney Crosby. There are like 10 fictional characters based on you. They’re all calling you autistic and gay. Right now the very popular one is getting fucked within an inch of his life for 40 minutes every week. They’re making fun of your weird diet. They put your fortress of solitude McMansion “cottage” and TV spot about it in the episode. And they used your tax dollars to do it.

[antisocialxconstruct]

man having your life even a little bit together will really make you realize how chronically sleep-deprived and poorly fed and under-enriched everyone is and then when they turn to you to implicitly agree that that's just the natural state of existing you feel like the asshole for being like "actually I think you might benefit from eating breakfast regularly and picking up a new hobby"

[ola-na-tungee]

"Look how pretty they make them look on TV - HOLY SH*T THAT'S REAL." Matt Cohen on his first impression of Jared and Jensen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GwW2gxBjqEE)

[bipolarapostate]

No, the Columbia. A great river of thorns and when this stranger stood up and muttered something about a cigarette,  the Hazmat team  in my chest begins to cordon  off my heart, glowing a toxic yellow,  and all I could think about was the punch line "sexy kids," that was it, "sexy kids," and all the children I've cared for, wiping their noses, rocking them to sleep, all the nieces and nephews I love,  and how no one ever  opened me up like a can of soup in the second grade, the man now standing on the sidewalk, smoke smothering his body, a ghost unable  to hold his wrists down  or make a sound like a large knee in between  two small knees, but terrifying and horrible all the same.

- Ghost Story, Matthew Dickman.

[apoemaday]

We Have Not Long to Love

by Tennessee Williams

We have not long to love. Light does not stay. The tender things are those we fold away. Coarse fabrics are the ones for common wear. In silence I have watched you comb your hair. Intimate the silence, dim and warm. I could but did not, reach to touch your arm. I could, but do not, break that which is still. (Almost the faintest whisper would be shrill.) So moments pass as though they wished to stay. We have not long to love. A night. A day….

[jaredwalkersam]

Jared Padalecki | matt czuchry | Gilmore Girls

[submalevolentgrace]

this guy gets it

[submalevolentgrace]