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[punkitt-is-here]

quirky fourth wall breaking character but theyre just fucking. wrong about the medium theyre in. they keep making references to cinematic techniques and directorial styles and the other fourth wall breaking character is like "dumbass we're in a fucking comic book" and they are in a video game.

[totally-cis-offical]

Well currently they’re in a tumblr post but I see your point

[should-they-kiss]

Should they kiss?

Yes

No

Remaining time: 6 days 5 hours

[romanticgumchewer]

feel less far - colt seavers x fem!reader - pt 1

summary: your life was finally gluing itself back together after falling apart 18 months ago. but will a certain stuntman coming back into your life break everything again?

tags: fem!reader, set designer reader, some colt pov, secret kid trope, daugher has a name, colt's accident, inaccurate movie set things, some angst, language, colt being a class a yearner, oh no its a series

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The only thing Colt could think to describe Australia was sunny. Bright. He squinted his eyes, hand above his brow to try to block out the sun, as he stepped onto the set of Metalstorm for the first time. He knew he was supposed to be looking for Dan so they could discuss the upcoming stunt Colt was doing, but really, he was looking for you everywhere. Every group he passed he scanned their faces for your features that he knew so well. Every tent he passed, he tried to get a peek inside the flap.

You had to be somewhere. Gail said you were the set designer for Metalstorm. The corner of Colt’s mouth ticked up at the thought. The last time he saw you, you were just a set dresser. The worker who made the designer’s vision come to life — moved furniture, distressed props, scribbled on bits of paper. But now you were the one with the vision, the one telling other people what to do. He just knew you were amazing at it. He didn’t even have to see your designs to know.

He just did.

Gail also told him that you were the one who insisted that Colt be hired as the new stuntman for the film. He didn’t know why you would do such a thing, you hadn’t split up on exactly the best of terms. But he wanted to thank you. And he wanted to think that maybe there could still be something between you if you thought that. He really wanted that to be true. Because no matter how hard Colt tried, he was still madly in love with you.

Dan found him before he found you, unfortunately.

An air canon. A car roll in the sand. Colt swallowed something thick as he was handed a helmet and led to the shore. Of all the stunts to be the first one he did after his accident, it just had to be a car roll. In loose sand. He tried to tell Dan that it wasn’t a great idea to do it in those conditions, but Dan was convinced it was just Colt trying to get out of the stunt. That it was just Colt being scared after what happened to him. Colt denied that of course, but…There was some truth to it. He was scared. He hadn’t performed any kind of stunt in over a year. What if he didn’t remember how to do anything? What if he got into another accident? What if he got killed before he had the chance to make up with you?

There wasn’t time for any more excuses. The director was calling for the scene to be shot now, the light was fading fast. 

Colt was crawling out of the upside down car before he even really knew that it was happening. It was all a blur of roaring engines crunching metal and wind in his face. He gave a thumbs up as he was pulled from the wreck before he even really knew if he was okay or not.

“That was incredible! Eight and a half rolls! That’s going to look great in Hall H,” the director said as she came up to Colt, who took off his helmet with a deep breath, knowing as soon as he saw that it was Jody that he was in for it. “Colt? What’re you doing here?”

He shrugged. “Gail called me. Said you need a stunt guy.”

“I mean…We do and — and I’m glad to see you’re well but…She is not gonna wanna see you.”

He knew what she Jody was referring to. You. It physically hurt remembering all those terrible things he said to you.

“Will you just leave! I don’t want your help!”

“I don’t care about some stupid book on some old movie set!”

“I bet you like this don’t you? Me flat on my ass so you can feel better about yourself.”

It didn’t matter that he was in pain and miserable, he shouldn’t have been such an asshole to you.

“But…Gail said she insisted I get called out here,” Colt said, confused.

“No, she absolutely did not,” Jody replied with a disbelieving chuckle.

There. Over Jody’s shoulder. In front of one of the prop tents. It was you. Colt’s heart thundered in his chest. He smiled despite the nerves that suddenly seized his stomach, ten times worse than before he got in that stunt car. You looked beautiful. Different from the last time he saw you. Your hair was shorter. Your smile more free as you went over something on a clipboard. Your skin was kissed by that bright Australian sun and Colt no longer minded it.

He missed you so much.

Jody looked over her shoulder to see what he was suddenly distracted by then turned back to Colt with a stern point of her finger. “Don’t you —”

“It was nice seeing you Jody,” he said distractedly, patting her on the shoulder as he passed her.

You flipped to the next page on your clipboard. Right. The princess’ chambers. Jody wanted lots of tapestry. Funky furniture. A bare sort of look that invoked this alien peoples’ sense of utilitarianism. You just got back from gathering pieces that might suit from a few warehouses and stores, a truck full of things being delivered to the soundstage down the road. But you wanted to go over your findings with Jody first before you went over there for the day with your crew.

When you looked up from your clipboard, it was not Jody you saw. 

It was Colt Seavers.

You screamed before Colt even hit the ground. You had watched that wire stunt a hundred times. You knew that it was going too fast, that something was wrong. So when he hit the floor and didn’t get back up, you ran before the director even had the sense to yell cut — too in shock that that even just happened to move let alone say anything. You called Colt’s name as you grabbed his face, careful not to move his neck just in case. In case something was broken and you just made it worse. He was out cold. Eyes shut.

Your eyes watered with tears as you stroked his cheekbone. “Please wake up.”

Distantly, like they were in a completely different room, you heard someone call for the medical team. You clung to his body as they checked his vital signs, put him in a collar and oxygen mask, then loaded him onto a stretcher. They let you ride in the ambulance with him because you refused to let him go, because you were a mess of tears and repeating his name like that somehow might make everything better.

When he finally opened his eyes halfway to the hospital, the first thing he said was your name.

You didn’t say anything for awhile. Unsure if this was your brain manifesting your worst nightmare or not. But after a minute, you decided this was real. Colt was really standing in front of you. On the set of Metalstorm. Hands on his hips. Eyes squinted against the sun. Wearing the stunt teams’ blue jumpsuit. Grinning at you. He looked so stupidly handsome you wanted to slap yourself.

“Hi,” he said with a small wave after another moment of tense silence.

You shifted your gaze down to the sand. Unable to bear the sight of him anymore.

“Hi,” you answered in a small voice.

“You — You look good.” Colt adjusted his weight from one foot to the other. Clearly nervous.

You glanced up at him with a curl of your lip. “Don’t start with that.”

“With what?” he laughed.

“With the…General Colt-ness,” you said, gesturing to his body with an open palm.

He chuckled again. “General Colt-ness?”

“Yes. You know what I’m talking about.”

Another moment of silence. You clutched your clipboard a bit tighter, plastic creaking under your tight grip as you bounced on the balls of your feet. You wanted to run. You wanted to pretend this didn’t happen. Truthfully, you wanted to cry. Or hit whoever thought hiring him was a good idea.

Colt started the conversation up again. “So…Set designer, huh?”

You couldn’t help but smile a little at that. “Yes. Jody — Jody offered me the job.”

“That’s great,” he breathed, relieved at the fact that you were smiling instead of being all small in front of him. “That’s…That’s amazing. I saw one of the sets earlier and it looked just — incredible. It-It looked like you did it.”

“How so?” you asked, brow furrowed, as you looked up at him fully for the first time. You didn’t think you had a signature just yet. 

“It…There was a table. Under a canopy. I don’t know how to explain but it just looked lived in. It looked like a character set it up. Not the art department. A character in the movie. And — And you were always good at that. 

You just looked at him for a moment. At Colt Seavers. The guy who broke your heart. The guy who made you feel worthless. The guy you spent so long blaming everything on. The guy who smiled at you now like you hung the very stars in the sky. Like if you weren’t looking at him he would cease to exist. He had changed since the last time you saw him. Of course, there was the obvious stuff. He was no longer bedridden and finally got a haircut. But there was a lightness to him now that wasn’t there after the accident. There was a regret there too that you could see broiling under the surface.

Before you could say anything in return, Dan called from across the way: “Colt! Next stunt, man! Fire!”

He held up a lighter with a massive grin and Colt visibly sagged with a sigh. You remembered he hated fire stunts. He said they made his bloodpressure spike to ungodly levels.

“Good luck, Colt,” you said, adjusting your clipboard again.

He huffed, something unbelieving in it, as he smiled. “Thanks.”

Then he was off, jogging across the pathway where Dan met him to take him to the costume tent. You watched him go until he was just a speck on the other side of the village. Unsure why you couldn’t look away. A rolling dread filling your gut at the thought of him being here for the rest of shooting. Another month. Or more if the reshoot list kept piling up like it was. A month and then some of Colt being around.

Oh, God.

Just then, Jody’s PA, Chris, walked up with a smoothie in hand.

“This is from Jody,” he said as he handed it off to you.

“Oh, well, thank you,” you said as you took it from him gratefully.

The condensation was cold in your palm against the Australian heat. You took a sip and sighed. Mango — your favorite. So Jody knew Colt was here. Knew that you would need a pick-me-up after seeing him again for the first time in over a year.

Chris looked down at his clipboard as he went on. “Also, she says she’s sorry but the treaty set needs a little more work.”

“Really?” you groaned then took another sip of your smoothie. “Did she say why?”

“She just said the…Vibe was off?”

You sighed, understanding but exasperated, as you nodded. This was Jody’s first movie as a writer and a director. Metalstorm was her baby. A baby that she was very particular and finicky about. You understood, but you were unsure how many more times you could take her telling you that the vibe was off about something before you blew a fuse. So, you gave Chris your thanks and headed off towards the treaty set. 

That was actually the set Colt was talking about. You liked that set. Out in the middle of the sand. Deep purple canopy that created a makeshift shelter. A stone table that wasn’t exactly easy to move. Pieces of parchment and tablets because this was a treaty between humans and aliens. It was simple, but you thought it spoke multitudes about Aliena’s efforts into ending the war.

As you walked to the edge of the village, towards where Jody was filming a fight scene and the treaty set, you called your own assistant on the phone.

“Hey, Tasha, yeah, everything’s good. Um, change of plans for dropoff. Just bring her to set. If she’s not terrified at the sight of an alien by now then I think we’re okay. Nah, it’ll be fine. Thank you. You’re the best.”

Colt was in full costume. Shiny foil pants and jacket. Cowboy hat. Sunglasses. He assumed the costume was probably comfortable, but it had been so long since he wore a harness and wires. Or a flame retardant suit. The harness dug into his skin. The suit made him sweat. But once this stunt was done and the gate was checked, he could go sleep for the next ten hours. Or finally find that cup of coffee that had been evading him since he landed.

As Dan checked the wires and the rig one last time, Colt caught sight of you again and he smiled. You were at the set with the canopy he saw earlier that day, just on the other side of the rocky set he was at. Adjusting a few props and the lay of the fabric. Totally in your element.

Only, there was a baby on your hip. Babbling and drooling and totally engrossed in whatever you were telling them. Colt swallowed thick as he watched the two of you. The baby was completely comfortable with you. Snuggled up against your side. Completely adorable, obviously, all babies were. With chubby legs, a mop of curly blonde hair, and two teeth like a rabbit. Colt didn’t know a lot about babies, but he had to guess they were maybe a year old.

A weight settled itself heavy in his chest as a thought occurred to  him. But he needed to be sure.

“Hey —” He elbowed Dan in the side and jutted his chin towards you. “Who’s the kid?”

Dan looked for a moment, eyes squinted then he went back to tugging on Colt’s harness. “That’s her daughter, Riley, I think.”

 Dan gave the thumbs up, the stunt team was good to go. But Colt was far from good to go. His mind reeled as he mindlessly got to his mark in the sand and took on the starting pose Dan showed him. A baby. A daughter. You had a daughter. Dan lit him on fire. His pulse spiked.

Wait…When was the last time he saw you?

Sixteen months ago. Not that he was keeping track or anything. Pregnancies lasted nine months. If your baby was a certain age…It could make sense. Colt’s heart raced for a completely different reason as Jody called action. He couldn’t focus on what he was doing. Not when, over the fire and the alien screams and the sounds of the wire rig, he could hear the baby babble and you being so sweet with her. He ran towards the explosion point aimlessly.

Colt got pulled back and slammed against the rock. Jody yelled cut.

And then she yelled, “What the hell was that?”

He knew he completely messed up the choreography. But Colt couldn’t stop thinking. Wondering. What if…? Couldn’t stop listening to your daughter and feeling like his chest was too tight.

It took him four more tries and almost getting his eyebrows singed off before he finally got it right. At least right enough for Jody to call check the gate, and the AD to round everyone up for the next scene. His entire body ached, down to his very bones. Colt immediately stripped himself of most of his costume. Hat, glasses, and coat discarded into some poor PA’s hands before he was unhooked from the wires.

“What is your problem man?” Dan asked. 

But Colt was a one-track mind. Always had been. He wasn’t listening as he started making his way towards you. He needed to know. He needed the truth. He needed to make his head stop spinning.

Your daughter was no longer in your arms. Now she was on the ground, had pulled herself up to stand with her hands keeping her balanced on a set chair. Patting the seat of it in a nonsensical rhythm. You were talking to the art director, holding the drapes of the canopy in your hands. But when you saw Colt standing there, staring at your daughter, breathing heavily and covered in dirt, you excused yourself. 

You thought you would have more time before you had to have this conversation. If you had to have it at all. Your stomach dropped through to the center of the earth as you walked up to him, blocking his view of Riley.

“Hey, Colt,” you greeted him quietly.

He finally looked up at you with something crazed in his eyes. “Is…Is she mine?”

“Um…Guess there’s no way to sugarcoat this,” you said, voice and hands shaking as you glanced back at Riley. “Yes. She is.”

There was a long silence after that where Colt stared at you and you looked anywhere but at him. Riley happily babbling away behind you like your world wasn’t falling apart all over again. To Colt, it felt like the world had been tipped upside down and shaken until something fell out.

He had a daughter.

He was a father.

He missed everything.

“Why didn’t you — ?” he started to ask.

Your pent-up rage spiked as you frowned up at him, eyes shining with tears. “You don’t get to pull that shit with me, Colt. I…I found out right after your accident. I didn’t wanna tell you then because you already had so much going on and — and you were hurting. Then you…You really hurt me. You shut me out. You changed your number. So, it was pretty clear you didn’t want anything to do with me. I did what I thought was best for everybody.”

“You seriously thought leaving me out of her life was best? For who?” he questioned through a harsh whisper, leaning in closer to you when he caught a glimpse of how many people were starting to stare.

“For everyone! I…I don’t know.” A few tears slipped down your cheeks as you hugged yourself tight. “I wanted to be there for you, through all of it. I told you that. I was willing to put in the work. But I…I thought you hated me, Colt.”

He didn’t have anything to say to that. In some ways, back then, he did hate you. Hated your kindness. Hated your sympathy. Hated your love. And he hated that he hated it. He thought he was doing what was best by pushing you away. You didn’t need to deal with what he had become. You didn’t need to deal with how much he needed you. He thought it would be better for everyone. 

Turns out it wasn’t.

Turns out there was more to regret than a lost relationship.

Something touched his leg. He looked down, and there was Riley. She was pulling herself up with his pant leg, looking up at him with big blue eyes that matched his own perfectly. A breath gasped its way softly out of his lungs as he looked down at her. She cocked her head curiously at him, and Colt was overcome. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to make her giggle. He wanted to wipe away her tears and get her dressed in the morning and watch her sleep and everything.

He wanted everything.

“I can’t do this,” you whimpered as you snatched Riley away.

You placed her on your hip and practically ran from him. And Colt watched you go with his jaw slack and a longing filling his gut he was only just beginning to understand.

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[animentality]

[because-im-freaking-greed]

I know we all know that toph loves to cuss, but I just realized

She had an extremely sheltered upbringing, then when she snuck out to fight, she went to the Earth Kingdom version of WWE, which, if it’s like real world WWE, is family entertainment, and she never spent time backstage, she came she fought she left

I don’t think Toph knows any swear words

[lostfan10000]

She learns to swear from team avatar and becomes all powerful.

[because-im-freaking-greed]

I don’t think Sokka or Katara would know swears either; they grew up in a village consisting of them, Gram Gram, and a bunch of little kids and their moms

I don’t know if the airbenders taught aang swears or not but I know he’s not really the type to swear anyway

Zuko, on the other hand, spent about 3 years of his life as a young angry teenager surrounded by sailors

[waterbenderkat]

Zuko and Suki teach the Gaang to cuss— the Avatar spinoff.

[master-katara]

Zuko when he joins Team Avatar

[captainkirkk]

Toph’s REAL life-changing field trip

[wrenchinator-central]

Toph when Zuko stubs his toe and lets out a string of curses

[penny-anna]

Something I think ppl who aren't used to it struggle with when it comes to ancient history is that frequently 'we do not and cannot know this' is the only truthful response a historian can give. People severely overestimate how much we actually know about Ancient Rome.

I remember talking to someone at a party once about the debate over Septimius Severus's ethnicity (whole other can of worms) and they asked if genetic testing of his remains was not a way to settle it and I was like oh. Oh okay you are under the impression we have the physical remains of Roman emperors from the second century AD alright then. (We. Do not.)

[penny-anna]

Can't stress how much of high level study of Ancient History is devoted to trying to make sense of what actually factually happened. When I was at university (10+ years ago now) the discipline was embroiled in the lengthy and ongoing process of trying to unpack not just the biases in ancient sources but the centuries & centuries of biases within the field itself. I don't imagine this process is ever going to Stop. It's not uncommon for historical accounts to be so garbled & contradictory that it's not possible to reconstruct the real events behind them.

Once in an introductory lecture one of my professors was talking about this problem and articulated it very simply as 'we know real things happened between real people, but we aren't sure what they were'. Sums it up really!!

[cosmicyeehaw]

March, March he's our man if he can't do it no one can

Maaaaarch!!!

[abouquetofdaylillies-deactivate]

Pre-menstrual depression is always depicted as like "He He! I had a box of icecream bars and cried while watching the Titanic!" But in reality, it's more like, "I'm standing the edge of an abyss. There is nothing good inside of me, I'm filled with rage and desperation."

It's crazy that being told how to deal with that is never a part of anyone's menstrual sex education.

[headspace-hotel]

This has already been said in the notes, but if PMS causes extreme depression and even suicidal ideation, that is in fact something that most people do not experience and it can be treated

Like for the majority it really is "oh i'm hungrier and moodier than usual"

^this should be a part of sex education so the point still stands

[godesssiri]

I went to my doctor after I was walking to work one morning and saw a bus coming and actually took a step to throw myself in front of it before I pulled myself together. Later that day I started bleeding and was literally like someone flipped a switch and I didn't feel suicidal anymore. Which made me feel like I was loosing my mind because who goes from 'I want to throw myself in front of a bus' to 'I'm perfectly fine' just like that? I did some research, I went to the doctor and described my feelings, he looked me in the eye and gently asked what I thought it was, I said I'd read about PMDD and I thought it might be that, he said 'I think so too' and wrote a prescription.

If, before you get your period, you feel furiously angry, suicidal, irritated by every tiny thing to the point you want to murder someone, stuck in a black hole you'll never escape from. If you are experiencing extreme emotions for what seems like no good reason, especially if you get your period and those extreme emotions just go away. You're probably not just PMSing , you may have PMS's feral big sister PMDD and it's treatable.

Also this is something that can develop as you get older. So if you used to get normal PMS but what I wrote above sounds more like your norm now then don't just write it off as regular PMS.

[missdeeds5070]

I got so deep into Coltland/Coltland Gentry that I kinda forgot they weren't canon.

[triple-a-artist]

my favorite thing about coltlandgentry is that not only does it create fantastic fanfic potential. But I love the concept that all three events of these movies are all happening, and that these three brothers have somehow become incredibly important in WILDLY different ways.

[blackholesun321]

Hey I know as a fandom we love the angst potential of ‘-you have no family’ in phm when it comes to the Cotland (maybe gentry) au.

But here me out if you still want this line or Stratt to think Grace has absolutely no family around but want him to have a big family, use government bureaucracy fuck ups to make up for why.

Like Grace gets put in the foster system and his papers get all fucked up or lost this can and has happened before. Or my favorite in an effort to disconnect his past life from his brothers and keep them safe Court ended up wiping out a good chunk of their early life and familial relationships. So when the Stratt dictator ship goes to do a background check on Grace they literally get just foster kid and adopted by these two people who died and that’s it. Bureaucracy basically fucking it’s self over.

It’s funny and will definitely make Stratt want to pull her hair out and fire her analytics department because how did we miss the several bunches of related fuckers with this guys same face and a twin fucking brother how!!

[princessmo]

yo mr white can you sign my permission slip so i can go to the aquarium bitch

[mitzo]

jesse. you need money to enter jesse.

[princessmo]

yo mr white can i have $5 to go to the aquarium it's for school bitch

[mitzo]

jesse. do you want some money for the gift shop jesse.

[princessmo]

yeah mr white. can i have money to get lunch there too please. bitch

[mitzo]

of course jesse. bring me back a cuttlefish plush jesse

[princessmo]

you got it mr white

[mitzo]

thank you jesse

[astronomical-bagel]

[soberscientistlife]

Do Not Let HR do this to you. It is not illegal to talk about wages in the work place. I did and got a 12% raise!

[katsdom]

True info. Now let me add something: The power of documentation. (I was a long time steward in a nurses union.)

Remember: The "'E" in email stands for evidence.

That cuts both ways. Be careful what you put into an email. It never really goes away and can be used against you.

But can also be a powerful tool for workplace fairness.

Case 1: Your supervisor asks you to do something you know is either illegal or against company policy. A verbal request. If things go wrong, you can count on them denying that they ever told you to do that. You go back to your desk, or wherever and you send them an email: "I just want to make sure that I understood correctly that you want me to do xxxxx" Quite often, once they see it in writing, they will change their mind about having you do it. If not, you have documentation.

Case 2: You have a schedule you like, you've had that schedule for a while, it works for you. Your supervisor comes to you and says "We're really short-handed now and I need you to change your schedule just for a month until we can get someone else hired. It's just temporary and you can have your old schedule back after a month." A month goes by and they forget entirely that they made that promise to you. So, once again, when they make the initial request, you send them an email "I'm happy to help out temporarily, but just want to make sure I understand correctly that I will get my old schedule back after a month as you promised." Documentation.

[can-i-make-image-descriptions]

[Image ID: Text reading: In the middle of a busy clinic at our practice, I got pulled in by my manager to speak to HR, who must have made a special trip because she lives several states away, and told I was being 'investigated' for discussing wages with my other employees. She told me it was against company policy to discuss wages.

Me; That's illegal.

Them: (start italics) three slow, long seconds of staring at me blankly (end italics) Uh...

Me: That's an illegal policy to have. The right to discuss wages is a right protected by the National Labor Relations board. I used to be in a union. I know this.

HR: Oh, this is news to me! I have been working HR for 18 years and I never knew that. Haha. Well try not do do it anyway, it makes people upset, haha.

Me: people are entitled to their opinions about what their work is worth. Bye.

I then left, and sent her several texts and emails saying I would like a copy of their company policy to see where this wage discussion policy was kept. She quickly called me back in to her office.

HR: You know what, there is no policy like that in the handbook! I double check. Sorry about the confusion, my apologies.

Me: You still haven't given me the paper saying that we had this discussion. I am going to need some protection against retaliation.

HR: Oh haha yes here you go.

I just received a paper with legal letterhead and an apology saying there was no verbal warning or write up. Don't even take their shit you guys. Keep talking about wages. Know your worth. /End ID]

[noping-out-deactivated20241117]

At one of my old (shit) jobs my boss would continually come have these verbal discussions with me and would never put anything in writing I took to summarizing every discussion we had in email. Like “just to confirm that you asked me to do X by Y date and you understand that means I won’t be able to complete the previous task you gave me until Z date - 2 weeks later than originally scheduled - because you want me to prioritize this new project.

The woman would then storm back into my office screaming at me for putting the discussion in writing and arguing about pushing back the other project or whatever. At which point I would summarize that conversation in email as well. Which would bring her storming back in, rinse and repeat ad nauseum.

Anyway I cannot imagine how badly that job would have gone if I hadn’t put all her wildly unreasonable demands in writing. Bitch still hated me but she could never hang me for “missing deadlines” because I always had in writing that she’d pushed the project back because she wanted something else done first.

Paper your asses babes. Do not let them get away with shit. If they won’t put what they’re asking you to do in writing then write it up yourself and email it to them.

[cockbiteindustries]

Does anyone have that one story of the lady who worked at a bank or something and management tried to can her, but she had evidence or something that ended up having her win a lawsuit? If I recall that story had both evidence, and the importance of employee communication as a co-worker tipped her off so she made sure she had an evidence papertrail

[uoa]

do you ever tell people you’ll be going to sleep but then you don’t and you have to not do anything noticable online for the sake of it seeming as if you didn’t lie to them

[rubensmuse]

the last time i got sloppy with this @tinynaught Columbo’d me

[flatluigi]

this post is classic tumblr in a lot of ways but the one I appreciate the most is that the second post happened eleven years after the first one. one of these days I’m going to see a reply to a post by someone younger than the post itself and we’re all just going to have to deal with it

[lesbiansforboromir]

You actually cannot skip to being good at a creative endeavour that you haven't put much practice into. You cannot trick your way out of the 'knows that your work is not what you want it to be but don't know how to improve it' stage by planning or reading or talking about it really really hard. At some point you just have to craft through it until your brain finds it's own unique way back to the 'everything I make slaps' stage and be prepared to start the cycle all over again. You just have to make that project you're excited about slightly less good than you want it to be. (Says this standing in a pool of blood and covered in blood and also coughing up a little blood)

[lesbiansforboromir]

everyone stop reblogging this I hate to be reminded of my own good advice

[darkestraine]

Colt was a bug kid, ryland was a dinosaur kid, thank you for coming to my ted talk

[anne-jordan]

One reason I particularly like Coltland Gentry AU is purely because of how Stratt would take the fact that she has messed up so damn bad.

Stratt: Ok, I sent my best friend to space to die. It was necessary and I don't regret it, still pretty fucked up. Thank God he had no one that would come to search for him-

Court, appearing out of the shadows, gun in hand : You fucking asshole where is my little brother?

Stratt: ... * Computer reloading noises *

-

*Half an hour later, after barely convincing Court no to kill her on the spot *

Stratt: Ok, that was unexpected, but it's fine. I can deal with an angry ex governative agent older brother. He's definetely more unhinged than Grace, but I can-

Colt, dropping from the ceiling and landing directly on her desk: Court told me that you sent my twin in to space you bitch?

Stratt: ...

Stratt: Maybe I should just go to jail.