shark vs the universe
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
we're not kids anymore.
Stranger Things
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Three Goblin Art
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Jules of Nature
Product Placement
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
$LAYYYTER
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welcome to 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗿, a semi-selective, low-activity independent blog featuring 𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗺, an original character penned by h (she/her).
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WHAT PLANET ARE YOU?: saturn
“do you know why you like being the center of attention? do you know why there’s always something people are drawn to, why it’s always the same thing and why you always get taken advantage of? do you know why you always say ‘i’m fine’ when someone asks if you’re okay? tell you what, darling, take a look at saturn’s rings and ask why they’re found more beautiful than jupiter, when they’re just rocks and ice. are you just rocks and ice? or do you want to be more than that? don’t you want to be somebody with a voice, someone more than just a passing face in a crowd? you don’t know what your dreams are and you don’t know how to deal with criticism, but somehow, sometime, you’ll figure it out. for your sake, i hope you do. i know you do. and don’t suffocate yourself on your way there — you’re in real danger of sinking if you don’t keep going. and you don’t want to sink again, do you? it’s hard to pick up the pieces. you’re stronger than that.”
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At times like these I just remember how it felt in the days after the 2016 election, the shocked, dazed, stomach-sick horror of it, and how my younger male coworker stopped by my office to chat and was just–confused, and dismissive, and like, come on, it’s not THAT big a deal. I just remember his bewildered laughter when I told him, actually people may die because of this. He couldn’t understand that I was serious.
Anyway, here is a helpful thread linking to abortion funds to donate to.
❛ well , the way i see it , there are three possibilities : one , you stole it ; two , you stole it ; or three , you stole it. ❜
the gasp that flies out of logan is nothing short of explosive — in fact, he's even taking a step back with the aftershock. "i did not —" the fact that he's getting so defensive certainly isn't helping his case, but at least he's honest in some way, right? he assumed his sweatpants would do most of the work for him, though — he's never seen a doctor pair them with their medical coat. "i just borrowed it. someone left it unattended — what else was i supposed to do?"
spongebob squarepants sentence starters
cr : namuspromised
TRISTAN.
reparations? oh god. doe eyes widening to surprising width. “what kind?” sounds like there’s a knife being held against his throat, but that’s not what’s meant at all. probably… “are we gonna,” tongue darts across lower lip, very much a hushed tone to match the words that follow, “k-i-s-s again?”
“shhhh! you’re going to blow our cover,” he just can’t keep himself from teasing, it seems. “just on the cheek. that’s all.” he’d certainly promise a lot more grace if he was planning on planting one on ‘em. really, he just wanted to see if he could get some color flushing to those cheeks of his. “what d’you say?”
TRISTAN.
good thing the other’s got a firm grip on his hand right now, ‘cause he’s about to fall out the damn chair. further action taken and sprawled out on the floor is where he’d end up, no doubt about it. his turn to - “uh- yeah, my mistake.” did that sound remotely intelligent? not a chance.
“no worries.” or offense taken. he’s just got one of those faces, he supposes. but since he’s having a little bit of fun flustering the other: “i do know how you can pay reparations, though.”
LAURENCE.
“impossible to forget.” his hands were in for it now; generous kisses applied to the backs of knuckles once the task is settled. head tilting with the returning answer, “well that depends.” he should know, being the powerhouse of the cell look-books. of course ‘better’ does not sting. there could always be something done ‘better’. he’s one step closer to achieving it.
it’s impossible for logan to not get wrapped right around laurence’s finger with the answer he receives. though, in reality: it is very possible, he just doesn’t mind it this time around, especially if it earns him digestible affections. “depends on what?” sure, he’ll bite. but just this once. “don’t tell me you’re keeping secrets from me now.”
lines from 2021 that made me lose my mind
literally lines of dialogue from social media and movies and books and series that have made me laugh so hard i cried during this wild little year of ours!
" you are so intelligent. why do you do such stupid things? "
" we got the gouda governor over here! "
" you're my hoe. my heaven on earth. "
" well, here's another story about my kids roasting the SHIT out of me. "
" you beautiful savage. "
" cell phones on silent, and shut your fucking mouth. the show is about to begin. "
" you have the credit score of a homeless ghost. "
" 100% getting your dick sucked for that. "
" you were so close to a revolutionary thesis and then you betrayed me and every citizen of good standing. "
" every night i say good night to you, and every night you never say it back. what's the problem, NAME? do you not want me to have a good night? "
" that wasn't a cookie, man! that was a piece of his heart... "
" i'm just gonna say this; i find that arousing, and let's move on. "
" do you know how hard it is to be tough when you're holding a pink cupcake holder in your hand? "
" no, we can still salvage this. put on the mcdonalds uniform. "
" why don't you spend more time with bruce springsteen and find out how fucked up you are? "
" if his dick kills me, do NOT prosecute him! he caught ME slipping, that's on ME! "
" i feel uncomfortable around tall people, what if they try to lick my head? "
" there are at least three houses in new orleans. "
" WRONG! i'm right here, you fucking BRUSSEL sprout. "
" my heart was murdered by the word "from". nobody says "i from you". "
" i'd like to go on record as being opposed to the use of violence being used for purposes of conflict resolution, however-- "
" he may be a perv, but that's my dad. "
" hangers are for sunday school clothes. bring me a rock! "
" that goes in the buttbank. "
" i like you. you know how to laugh. "
" i'm pretty sure it's not supposed to do that. are your parents pelicans or something? "
" are you sure you're out of granddaughters? can you check in the back or something? "
" where's your fucking rage? where's your anger? RISE! RISE! RISE! "
" well, i don't know how to tell you this, but he went on a homoerotic voyage to the most dangerous place on earth. "
" the old heads do it right, you young bucks don't know. "
" you just called me a bitch? well bitch means dog, and dogs bark, and bark is from trees, and trees are part of nature, and nature is beautiful, so thank you for calling me beautiful! "
" no, no, no, no. i'm just drunk... aAHHHHHH! "
" i hope... that i do not live to see this. "
" no, don't embarrass yourself. i love you though. "
" you mean there's some kind of new pokemon called THERAPY?? "
" i'd kick a child in the face, for a piece of pizza like that, okay? "
" from the womb to the tomb, exhausted. "
" checkmate, boomers, we made it gay. "
" you want me to go to a meeting? the same thing that killed julius caesar? "
" this is the ass of a FAILURE! "
" it's officially none of your damn business, sir/ma'am! "
" you look divorced. "
" it's under the sauce. "
" get off the bus, you ugly bastard. "
" i want someone to see in me the same possibilities that ocean spray saw in cranberries. "
" i still love sharks! "
" i have avoided explaining this for over 25 years. i am not going to start doing it now. "
" in home alone 2 the dad screams bloody murder because kevin spent $967 on room service but he also abandoned his son twice so maybe time to shut the fuck up? "
" get out of there, he's a priest. "
" oh my god they were loot mates. "
TRISTAN.
he might not need to worry, but he was going to worry. intrinsic part of his nature that logan’s reassurances could not shake. but the thumb stroking against the back of his hand has a charm of its own, he can’t deny. “you’re just saying that.” and he’s what? just accepting it.
“uh — i’m afraid you’ve got the wrong guy.” his head tilts, lips pulling into a teasing frown with wider eyes. “i’m not in the business of just saying things.” there’s a decisive squeeze of the other’s hand, before his free hand lifts to tap the pad of his finger against tristan’s nose. “especially when they’re about those that are cute.“
JIWON.
the cool floor feels like heaven against his flushed cheek, a gentle salve to the burns of misery. if he could, he’d press his entire face into the linoleum and spend the rest of the evening in a happy baby pose. instead, he squints over at logan’s ridiculously tall silhouette, a task made twice as hard with a beam of sunlight bouncing off a bottle and piercing him right in the eye. he could move, but… that requires moving. so jiwon settles for suffering in his own self-inflicted punishment for drinking so much before the sun’s even set. as they venture further into that peculiar territory between day and night, jiwon swears the world is tilting and alcohol is spilling into the crevice between his brain and skull. a truly disorienting experience, and logan’s story about siwon and his best-best-best-best-best (?) friend isn’t helping with the confusion. “and this best friend… does he, uh, have a name, too?” blinking slowly, jiwon curls up beneath the fuzzy blanket and rolls once (or twice) to swaddle himself like a burrito—and then he keeps rolling, on and on and on until he bumps into the sofa. here, the sun can’t attack his eyes, and he can hear logan much better. with a none-too-quiet snort, jiwon rolls his eyes as much as his impending headache will allow. “yeah, i bet mermaids have a pretty short temper. they’d probably drown you in a heartbeat.” that last part comes out in between a tipsy giggle, slightly muffled by the cocoon jiwon’s wrapped himself in, then several beats of silence before he pops his head out. eyes squinting and hair ruffled, he looks at logan and deadpans, “i have no idea what you’re talking about, but every space movie i’ve watched says space travel is a bad idea. so i say we stick to the fairy dust and take our chances with the mermaids. or maybe the pirates if necessary.”
“oh, of course he does.” logan takes great care to scoff incredulously, like the true storyteller he is. “wouldn’t be a good book if he didn’t have one. we’ll call him —” his head tilts this way and that in thought, trying to find a letter that’s as inoffensive to his name as siwon is to his friend’s. “— togan. like toga, but cooler.” makes him sound a little roman, if he says so himself. like he’s kicking it with marc antony (not to be confused with latino american pop star marc anthony) on the regular. yup, that’ll do. he zones out, dreaming of what it’d be like to punch nero in the balls, only to snap back into it and blink rapidly to look at jiwon after he’s admitted the most ridiculous thing logan’s ever heard. “no, no, no! that’s what they want you to think!” who, you might ask? “rich people just want us to think that space is dangerous! but we know more about it and what it can do to us than we do about the ocean. your mermaids? they might have teeth worse than sharks’, and we’d never even see it coming.” logan stifles a shiver at the thought as his bottle lifts so he can steal a swig. death by a mermaid bite is a lot less appealing than drowning. “we need to stake our claim, jiwon, i’m telling you. —— we can be space pirates!”
