just thinking about how i literally went to go see my favorite show ever last sunday and it was ride the cyclone and it was a bunch of gay college kids performing it so they made mischa and noel kiss a second time while sharing a drink after the birthday song and anyway i've been having consistent heart issues since sunday due to that moment they KISSED of SECOND time oh my god i can't think normally
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IFs (especially IFs on tumblr!) are very fun because there's a lot of creator-fan interaction possible because of tumblr's ask function. you get to ask questions about your favorites, suggest ideas and sometimes those ideas are even taken on board. fans get much more content because the writers and creators are so accessible. and i feel like asking questions and leaving comments in this way has become so common and standard with IFs that people are forgetting that's a real person writing these stories. just because you can send the ask doesn't mean you should. DON'T BE RUDE ON ANONYMOUS!!!!! DON'T BE WEIRD ON ANONYMOUS!!!!! my jaw drops reading some of these asks so i can't imagine how it's like for the authors
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via @/christian.x's story on instagram
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I fucking love Ryan Gosling in these Barbie interviews. Someone asked "hey what would Ken say in his bio on a dating app? what kind of person is he looking for?" and Ryan's like "uh... well before he even looks for a Type Of Person™, he's gotta be real up front that he's got no job... and no house... no real prospects of any sort, really, he just kinda sleeps on the beach, and -- you know what, he doesn't even have a phone? I... I don't know if he can even sign up for this app?" and Margot said "oh but he has abs. That should get him somewhere" and he said "no, no, I don't think he even has an email address, I don't think there's any way to contact him??"
and it's like three minutes of them talking about Ken not even having any pickup lines because his way of flirting isn't even flirting, it's him picking up something Barbie accidentally dropped (even though Barbie doesn't make mistakes) and saying "oh hey you dropped this 😳" and then offering it to Barbie and then when Barbie says thank you while making eye contact he's shaking and thinking "oh god what a perfect day Barbie looked at me" and then he'll ride that high the entire day. and the interviewer was like "but that isn't a pickup line" and Ryan said "no I don't... I don't think Ken does that, I think he just creates moments with Barbie and cherishes them" WHAT THE HELL SIR YOU'RE MAKING ME FALL FOR KEN EVEN MORE
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hits my head against concrete brick hits my head against concrete brick hits my head against
holmes brought watson along thinking he was really going to die and he just wanted watson there because he needed his boswell he needed his watson there he needeed that confort cause he thought it was really over he was really gonna die this time and he was scared, but when the danger really showed itself to him instead of begging watson to stay in stead of trying to keep that comfort with him, instead he told watson he should leave, he told watson to go, he wanted watson to be safe even if holmes couldnt be. and watson stayed. because watson has always seen holmes's need. because he's always just wanted to be there for holmes. because hes always just wanted to care for him as his doctor but also as his friend. but when holmes saw his death just on the horizon and an opportunity showed itself to get watson away from the danger, he took it immediately.he really thought he was going to die then, but he didnt even ask for watson to be there for him in his final moments. he didnt ask for that. because he just wanted to know that watson would be okay, watson would be safe, watson would keep living without him.
and when he came back, watson wasn't mad because he was lied to. watson was sad because he wished he could have been there, by holmes's side, taking care of him.
AAAAAUUUUUUGGHHHHHHHHHHH SLAMS MY HEAD AGAINST CONCRETE BRICK SLAMS MY HEAD AGAINST CONCRETE BRICK SLAMS MY HEAD AGAINST CONCRETE BRICK SLAMS MY HEAD AGAINST
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timers and curfews.
i find myself,
starting to hate timers.
why?
i'll never know.
well
actually
i
do.
as you wrap your
arms around my waist,
i feel my body shiver;
twitch.
i feel the concept
of
time start to become
the least of my worries...
images of what we could do
while frank ocean plays,
flash in my
perverted mind.
my breathing quickens.
your hands trail further.
my body leans in closer.
i respond with a soft sigh.
and there it is.
that god awful.
timer.
to ruin our moment.
we awkwardly say goodbye.
i roll over as you drive away.
and i lay,
and think,
"maybe another time."
maybe i'm just bad at acting on affection.
the song i listened to today:
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