I honestly do not understand how people can be calm and enjoy driving. there's so many rules of the road and shit to pay attention to and possible distractions that can result in tragedy. it's mentally exhausting and unpredictable. if you make a mistake the best case scenario is someone honking, the worst is ending up dead or killing someone.

i need to talk about time and punishment. 

gosalyn didn’t travel to some alternate universe born from totally different circumstances or simply entertain some nightmarish hypothetical. she got a direct glimpse of the aftermath of her absence within her own timeline. that’s her dad they hush and cry and scream in terror about. that’s her launchpad alone in that empty tower. that’s her world that crumbles and cowers under the iron grasp of the person she’s supposed to trust her life in. 

she saw firsthand how quickly he descended into madness. she heard about how launchpad had tried desperately to repair drake’s shattered life and keep their heads above the water but it just wasn’t enough. the rock of drake’s existence wasn’t enough. the most stubborn and justice-driven man she knew got knocked down and never got up. he sunk and sunk deeper into the muck of his heartbreak and mania and everything she’d ever known and loved paid dearly for it. 

he looked her in the eyes when he pointed the gun at her. do you think she ever looked for those eyes in drake after she returned? he was really going to do it. it doesn’t matter that he didn’t in the end, because he had decided, for even just a second, that he was going to do it. 

do you ever feel like the pin in a grenade? 

Always feels weird to show people the art I made that I like and seeing them look unimpressed then showing them the lowest effort photo of my charcoal value studies and seeing their eyes literally light up. Like the moment it clicks for them that I'm "serious" is mind-boggling because I was serious all along, just because I prefer a more shapey charotoonish style with bright colors doesn't make me less of an artist!

People who never draw just don't seem to understand how hard it is to do anything without reference. It's like trying to pilot a boat without a compass. You have no idea where you're going but if you just keep going in one direction then surely you'll hit land right? Except it's impossible to tell if you're even going in the same direction, you could be going in circles and no one would know. And even if you, somehow, manage to hit land there's no guarantee you're on the right land mass! It's all incredibly frustrating.

Coloring my be-loathed

Capaldi and Kingston owe me compensation for emotional damages caused by this episode

bj has the same number as hawkeye’s childhood imaginary friend bj has the same number as hawkeye’s childhood imaginary friend bj has the same number as hawkeye’s childhood imaginary friend bj has the same number as hawkeye’s childhood imaginary friend bj has the same number as hawkeye’s childhood imaginary friend

i hate you ai art i hate you "unalive" i hate you youtube premium i hate you twitter 8$ checkmark i hate you nfts i hate you therapy app advertisements i hate you non-chronological timelines i hate you instagram reels i hate you subtle tiktok filters that cant be turned off i hate you family bloggers i hate you ads on true crime episodes i hate you facebook i hate you vr glasses on chickens i hate you dystopian social media

the worst thing is how i think about the little things to get me through the day. to make me smile i will think of the way you gently took me by the chin that first time to kiss me when i was too nervous to put myself out there. the soft touch at my waist to pull me in for a last taste before goodbye. the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh at a joke you’ve heard a million times. the way you didn’t know my history but still carefully asked what was okay. the way you pull me into an embrace as if it is the most natural thing. the way you talk about the world and see the most beautiful sides of it. your tender lips at my shoulder when you innocently passed by. the way you say my name when you’re excited or surprised. your cologne at my neck reminding me all day of entangled warmth. the exploring hands that morning which made me feel needed. the way you gasped as you told me how pretty i was midst our second kiss, only to correct yourself in case i had the wrong idea because it wasn’t just that, you said, you loved talking to me too. and i did too, of course, cuddled up under the glow of christmas lights, light years away from the world that had long since dismissed it.

the worst thing is how i think of those moments that fill me with warmth and girlish joy and think to myself how terribly my heart has melted, all for a man that “doesn’t know” and messages “when he can”. the worst thing is how you have become my favorite person in the world and kicked up the cobwebs in my heart that hasn’t felt a new man in eight years, and yet i know to you i am but a passing name on the roster you will rattle off to someone else down the line. you are a life changing event to me, a lull in agony and screaming for mercy from the universe, yet i know if i told you so you would uncomfortably say you think we “aren’t there yet”. to me you are the man that made me feel like a beautiful girl that just maybe could be loved, and to you i know i am just saturday.

need an early gen pkmn game or a farming sim to fixate on bc the game i’m fixated on right now is rendering my blood pressure medication useless

if my chronic nausea turns out to be because of IBS and i could’ve been on treatment for it this Entire Time and my doctors just refused to even think of it as an option i’m gonna fucking lose it

"Have you ever robbed a stagecoach?"

"Nooo.. never.."

I am banging my head against the wall after mag 102 jesus christ johnathan sims just TALK TO SOMEONE

to all people who said PART 1 made them laugh - i lov u 💗 this is for u

Do you think Jason fucks or makes love to his girlfriend/wife?

it's both at the same time - he fucks passionately

in missionary, he's resting his elbows right next to your head, trapping you in this little space as he stares down at his beloved - taking in every single one of the sounds you let out and every single scrunch of your eyebrows and the way your lips part and the way your chest keeps brushing up against his stronger and bigger one. he's pressing kisses all over your face - kissing away the tears of pleasure brimming in your eyes while smiling into your skin. when he feels you getting close to your high, he cradles your face, squishing your cheeks together and forcing you to look at him. this is definitely one of his favourite things of all time - your pretty little orgasm face, eyes rolling right back into your head and your body trembling under his. he's so in love with you.

and i think he would absolutely love prone bone position; he's putting almost all of his weight on top of you and it's almost too much but it feels so fucking good; he's whispering praise into your ear while he's so deep inside you it's making it hard for you to breathe; his one hand is under your head/neck almost like a chokehold but it's not too rough, he just wants to keep you close; his hips roll into yours at a steady pace, pushing you into the mattress. and when you cum, he doesn't stop - fucking you through your orgasm and straight towards the next one.

i know u didn't ask for positions but your question just got me thinking hehehe anyway merry christmas nonnie!! thank u for the ask i hope u like it!!

i said this in the tags of another post but. the way that the desert always seems to PHYSICALLY pop up whenever scar and grian are together is insane. first them finding the only tiny patch of desert in double life, and now a desert appearing in front of them right as they're laughing together and riding on a llama camel. like we all know this but MAN. they seriously never left the desert. it's become a symbol of their past together, and they can't escape it.

did you guys know that. POEMS. are sometimes insanity inducing.