#overuse of commas

[elfchenobject]

Groovy, baby!

Just chill, man, it's, like, cool, you know? Highly neat, orderly.

[maxmayfieldswalkman]

i’m sitting here crying because i’m just so proud of chappell roan, and most importantly i’m proud of the space that chappell was able to create. it’s an authentic, safe queer space and it’s growing so rapidly. and yeah, ik its 2024 and i should be used to there being larger queer spaces by now, but they’re really not that commonly seen, especially with how big chappell has grown, and as a queer person trapped in the homophobic rural midwest, to have an artist that understands me so much getting the recognition she deserves…yeah, i’m just really proud. i mean, 80,000 people saw her at lollapalooza yesterday. i’m sobbing

[moonlightdistractions]

after the last few episodes - 14x11 14x12 14x13 - I'm in a retrospective mood. like, fill me with all of the brother pain and loss. bloodied and beaten brothers who get back up, even when they're dead, to fight another day. brothers who hurt one another, but always forgive, forging a deeper bond. brothers who choose each other over all others, sometimes above the world itself. ah but when they smile, when they make one another laugh, that's good stuff right there. we've got so many moments to relive, reevaluate, recapture. we're a pretty lucky group of people, to get to have so much of Sam and Dean Winchester.

[izzy-mccalla]

Just Like Magic

I glanced down the alleyway, my attention catching on the girl who stood at the end. From where I was standing her hair was sparkling, the light glancing off streaks of pink and making her look bright and fairy-like. My hand subconsciously touched the ends of my hair, even after six years she still had the ability to make me completely speechless.

“You’re here” At some point during my staring she had ran up the alley until she was standing as close to me as possible. She was already more relaxed and her relief was radiating off her in waves “I thought you might’ve left”

I didn’t, of course I didn’t. There was no way I’d ever be over her enough to leave. This girl had crashed into my life like a hurricane, and now I knew I would fall apart without her. I must’ve stood in silence for too long because she started to back away. No!

“Sorry I just thought–” Her words tangled together as she backed even farther away, giving me the space she thought I wanted. My brain was unhelpfully telling me not to let her leave! To keep her as close as possible until the sun set and this terrible day was behind us “I must’ve read this wrong” She gestured between us, hastily backing away, her short hair bounced when she spun around.

“Wait!” I reached forward and barely grasped her sleeve. It was enough, she turned around and I jumped at the chance to pull her as close as possible and kiss her. I kissed her the way I wanted to when we were eight and playing princesses, she offered to be my knight in shining armor to save me. I kissed her the way I wanted to when we were twelve and tears covered my cheeks, but she pulled me into a hug and talked, making everything better, and mostly I kissed her the way I wanted to last week when she started laughing during silent reading time because the book was so funny and she was so invested in the story. To my surprise she kissed me back, even going as far as too loop her fingers through my belt loops to pull me closer.

When she pulled away, I followed, worried that this was the end and she finally remembered that this wasn’t how we worked. But instead her smile was blinding, and she was looking in my eyes, like I was the only thing that mattered. “This is amazing” Her voice was breathless, and she stood so close I could feel her breath on my face. “Why did it take us so long to get here? Why did we have to fight”

She was referring to the argument we just had, because of course she was. I just got so tired of pretending, the feelings that bottled up all had to be released someday. I shouldn’t have punished her for my emotional incompetence, but she responded in full, with stinging words just like mine. “This could’ve been avoided if I’d just told you”

She laughed a little “I had no idea” She shook her head and her nose bumped against mine “If I’d known…”

Her sentence trailed off but I got the point. So many missed chances, sleepovers and movie nights I could’ve spent cuddled next to her on the couch feeling like I did right now, sitting closely, maybe even kissing during the credits, instead of pulling myself away regretfully.

Her smile widened and before I could even blink she was spinning and dipping me, using the skills she had picked up through the countless dance classes she was always taking. Then in a cliche I’d only seen in movies she kissed me, successfully making me feel like I’d melt right there into the sidewalk.

[eventyyr]

daily routine:

go through dash, when done, repeat

[jugsdead-blog]

“Please stay.” for Jugronica!

please stay // jeronica

Veronica Lodge hadn’t really imagined herself to be the kind of girl who cries alone on a swing-set in the middle of the night. If anything, she thought she would be alone in her penthouse, wrapped in a silk robe like Britney in the “Lucky” video. Her life, however, has been full of surprises over the course of the last year.

Another night, another verbal sparring match with her mother, another slammed door, and here the great Veronica Lodge sits, alone. “Away from the prying eyes of the masses,” is what she will say if anyone asks her.

Veronica is internally rehearsing the speech she’s going to give her mother upon her own inevitable return home when she is startled out of her thoughts by the heavy sound of footsteps behind her. She whips around to surprise her would-be attacker, but swallows the scream bubbling in her throat as soon as she sees who it is.

Jughead doesn’t even give her the courtesy to look sheepish for scaring her nearly to death. His death, she adds confidently, like he can hear her. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even really acknowledge she is there or that the mascara she had so carefully applied earlier in the day is smudged beyond recognition around her swollen eyes. He just moves to sit in the swing beside her, shoes digging into the gravel below them.

“What are you doing here?” She asks him after a few long seconds. It comes off more accusing than she intends, but he either decides to ignore it or doesn’t catch on.

He digs his feet in deeper. “What I’m always doing: walking to Pop’s. Only I ran into a Nicholas Sparks heroine on the way.” He looks around the darkness and clicks his tongue. “Thing is, I don’t see Ryan Gosling chasing after you, and it’s not raining so…” he trails off. “I thought I may as well step in. See what the deal was”

She’s so caught off-guard that she feels her jaw slacken. “Oh my god, you’ve seen The Notebook. Oh my god, you know who Ryan Gosling is.”

He smirks but there’s no sarcastic bite behind it like there is when he usually smiles at her.  “And yet, no one will believe you when you tell them.”

She sobs a small laugh; the sound reminds her why she’s there in the first place. She feels her face fall and tears spring to her eyes. She looks down, ashamed. No one in Riverdale has seen her cry yet. Before leaving New York, she promised no one ever would.

Veronica hears the gravel rustle under them, and a strange sort of panic rises in her throat.  Before she can stop herself and think about what the hell she is doing, she sniffles a pathetic sounding “Please stay,” and reaches out for his arm, grabbing the cheap fabric of his jacket.

There’s a pause in his movements, but Veronica doesn’t look up at his face, choosing to remain focused not he wear and tear of his jacket. She won’t let Jughead (won’t let anyone) see her face when she’s like this.

“I wasn’t leaving.” He clears his throat, sounding uncharacteristically embarrassed. ”There’s, um, a rock in my shoe.”

“Oh,” Veronica says lamely. But she doesn’t let go of Jughead’s arm and Jughead doesn’t move to pull away.

Her grip tightens on his jacket and she begins to cry, leaning into him slightly, cheek resting lightly on his shoulder. It’s uncomfortable for the both of them; the swings are bent unnaturally to accommodate this strange embrace.

Jughead’s reaction is—different. It isn’t like it would be with Archie: all panicked apologies and unsure touches. Or with Betty, bless her, with big sad eyes and pitying words. Instead, it’s just…Jughead. Sarcastic, brooding Jughead, who remains still and silent as she cries into his shoulder. But he’s the only solid thing in her world right now, so she hangs on.

They stay like that a long while after she finishes, until Veronica stands up and casually offers to treat him to a burger “so as to counter all the blackmail material you currently have on me.”

Jughead doesn’t say a word, only nods and follows her to Pop’s.

In the middle of Jughead’s third burger, when they’re arguing over what Ray Bradbury really meant when he wrote Fahrenheit 451, it occurs to Veronica that she doesn’t know Jughead Jones nearly as well as she should.

[geekgirlfibers]

So school's back in session I'm taking 2 evening courses this semester. It is now the super busy time at work for me, which includes evening hours and less time to check Tumblr during the day. Also my husband has quit his job and going back to school (thank you GI Bill) and has his evenings and weekends off. That hasn't happened in 12 years. So yeah, there is a lot going on in my life right now. And Tumblr mobile is constantly refreshing itself if I don't constantly have it pulled up, no waiting in the background like it used to. Damn. All this to say I don't know how much I'll be on right now, so if you want me to see anything tag me (especially for Turkish Spindles, tag me ALL the Turkish Spindles, I'm on a kick).

[rinkame]

Ya’know, there are a lot of anime I love to death, and I may say that some of these are my favorite, but my real favorite anime is Eden of the East. I don’t know why. I love No. 6, YoI, Erased, BNHA, and lot’s of others, but Eden of the East has always had a special place in my heart since 2009.

It wasn’t by far the first anime I’d ever seen, and I have seen probably hundreds since (might be an over-exaggeration, but not by much). Eden of the East, however, was a beautiful story and a great concept. Don’t get me wrong, it has it’s flaws too, like some people think the art isn’t really good (I’m not one of those people, I love the art style personally), and some things didn’t get explained even in the movie, leaving some plot holes and loose ends, and there is something really Code Geass-esc about it (don’t get me wrong, I love Code Geass as well), but even with these flaws, it is the best anime I have ever seen, and it will always be my favorite anime probably.

TL;DR: I am just gushing over this anime. I love Eden of the East, and it’s portrayal of modern day terrorism, and you should watch it.