I keep telling kids at work they can read manga and watch anime for free online and they’re like “but that’s illegal” and I’m like. Trying to find a way to tell them that it doesn’t matter without being a bad influence
Can we talk ab when the monsters brought Neil to Columbia for the first time??
Specifically the part where Neil, while he was in the process in running away through the bathroom window, stuffed his clothes down the toilet??
Like, imagine Nicky being like, 'hey Neil, you're taking your sweet time', only to discover that he was. Gone??? Just like that???
And then, after arriving to the conclusion that, yes, Neil had apparently made his way through the window and just,,,,, vanished?? They would have had to deal with a plugged toilet.
Just imagine. Andrew, Kevin and Aron unplugging a fucking toilet. This is SENDING ME, LMAO
i’ve mixed cranberry mikes harder and cucumber lime gatorade into a drink i like to call “the flavor” because like. you drink this shit and your tongue is like “there’s a taste here. you are experiencing a flavor” but when you go to open the door there’s no flavor there. it comes back with an undefined error in the flavor column. it’s the missingno of flavors. it so absolutely and definitely tastes like something and that thing is nothing.
this post reminds me of that one time a coldstone employee i knew by the name of jacob fucked up the ratios or something on a watermelon yogurt sorbet and produced an ice cream that genuinely tasted like nothing. not bland not water but nothing - like, the texture was perfect, your mouth reacted as if it was slightly tangy like most sorbets, but you actually tasted nothing at all. and if you mixed it with something it didn’t taste like 100% the other flavor either, it tasted like 50% that flavor and 50% nothing. like a distinct and identifiable lack of taste. my brain trying to comprehend the total absence of flavor became so overwhelming that i quit ¾ of the way into one scoop. we called it the jacob’s special and every day i long for its return
Fucking iconic. It would also allow suing rapists and domestic abusers with awards starting from 10,000, where if the case is won, half the money goes into a fund for women seeking abortions in other states. It’s modelled exactly from Texas’s unconstitutional bullshit bill. Anyone who opposes the constitutionality of this bill would also be calling into question the anti-abortion bill.
Adam knows this. He knows that, try as he might to keep dreaming to the barn outside, and try as he might to dream practical things, Ronan is still learning. He’s figuring it out. It’s going to be slow going.
He tries to keep that in mind when he wakes up, startled, to a sudden cascade of glass marbles.
“Fucking hell, Lynch,” he gasps, still half asleep, “Why are there marbles?”
Adam knows that, when Ronan dreams, he seizes up. Ronan had explained that to him, once - how he’s blessed to stare down at the mess that he makes for seconds or minutes. He hopes he’s planning out an explanation as he stares at Adam from across the void.
He snaps into proper wakefulness in a jolt. Then, Ronan freezes.
“Marbles,” he says, stupidly, blinking sleep and dream haze out of his eyes. Adam nods.
“Marbles,” he replies.
Ronan nods.
“Fuck.”
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Turns out, it’s not hard to find marbles on eBay. They’re collector items, it seems, and the market is fucking saturated. There isn’t even space for 300 iridescent marbles that are maybe possibly always glowing.
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They fill the Barns with marbles.
Ronan slips them into Adam’s pockets when he isn’t looking. Adam tucks them into Ronan’s shoes. They try to stop Opal from eating them, then say fuck it and see what happens.
(Nothing happens except they’re down to 299 marbles, but they don’t push their luck.)
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Sometimes - very rarely, but sometimes he pops back to awareness with living things. Those are an absolute fucking trip.
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Adam is startled from his cereal by a loud crash and Ronan screaming. Not screaming, exactly, just yelling one very loud, incensed, FUCK.
When Adam patters up the stairs to see what the fuck he’s done now he’s confronted with something horrifying.
“That cat has hands,” he says, stupidly. It does. Big, hauntingly human hands.
Ronan nods, shoving himself up to stand in a mess of limbs and jagged edges. When the cat meows, it’s surprisingly low and disconcertingly human sounding.
“It’s not gonna hurt you, Parrish, stop hiding.”
“I’m not,” he says, from behind the safety of the door frame.
He’s baffled and delighted and horrified all at once.
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The cat lives outside. Two dream creatures in a house are more than enough for Adam, thank you, especially when this new one has human hands.
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When Adam wakes up in a pile of his own clothes, he thinks Ronan has turned passive aggressive about his laundry - which, all things considered, would be the most hypocritical move of the century.
Then he realises some of the clothes are Ronan's and he’s seized up in bed next to him and he gets it.
He grins.
It’s not long at all before Ronan moves, and when he does it’s to immediately rolling away from Adam and half hide under his pillow.
“What did you dream about?” Adam asks. He can feel that his smile is textbook shit eating, and it only gets worse when he rolls after Ronan to wrap his arm around him.
“Laundry,” he snaps, and Adam laughs, wholly delighted.
“My laundry?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“No,” he says, and tugs Ronan over until he’s lying on his back again. “Was I good?”
“You’re always good,” he mutters, and Adam doesn’t know if he meant to say that aloud.
His honesty, his earnestness, still surprises him sometimes.
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Charlie, a highly-strung, openly gay over-thinker, and Nick, a cheerful, soft-hearted rugby player, meet at a British all-boys grammar school. Friendship blooms quickly, but could there be something more…?
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