I love Tumblr because nothing matters here truly. There are no influencers. Having followers doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a site where people post their sporadic thoughts and rb pretty pictures. Anyone who thinks any of this matters is woefully missing the point

Well, I’m finally watching supernatural.

More Sherliam thoughts/headcanons:

I present to you;

Sherlock Holmes who is averse to physical displays of affection/ fondness, who has spent his life avoiding the typical family hugs, elbow and back touches, shoulder bumps, even the playful shoving and back and forth of teenage boys. It gets on his nerves.

Then along comes Liam, and Sherlock is suddenly gripped with this need to touch, in any way shape or form — the urge to tease and shove and poke and throw an arm around shoulders or guide by the elbow or steady at the small of the back or shoulder barge playfully or grab a hand or or or —

And it’s so new and terrifying and exhilarating all at once and he cannot control the way it all spills over when they’re together in New York and he fucking knows Billy is watching him and smirking but bugger it.

Is this what normal people do? Is this the result of pointless but typical human urges?

Liam doesn’t seem to mind. Does he? Or does he? He’d push back if he did, wouldn’t he?

How the hell is Sherlock meant to know how all this works when he’s never given a rat’s ass about any of it before??

UGH.

And then, Liam:

The boy who was the rock from such a young age, who never received gestures of physical affection, only gave them when needed to his baby brother, but never asked or expected anything for himself, even at the nice orphanages, even from the kindest sisters.

Who avoided typical rough-housing child’s play because he had bigger things to worry about and plans to see through their end and adults to impress with his mind so that he could provide for Louis.

The touch starved man who now, suddenly, finds himself on the receiving end of frequent, fleeting body contact from his newfound friend and intellectual soul mate; who is absolutely acutely aware of each and every brush of an arm or tug on a sleeve or elbow to the ribs or arm around a back or forehead against a shoulder or toe to a shin beneath the kitchen table or or or —

And it’s so new and terrifying and exhilarating all at once and he cannot control the way he aches for every touch to come more frequently; for the contact to last longer; for the gesture to become more.

But he’s taught himself not to want and not to ask and not to be any trouble to anyone, because that’s how you get by in life and make acquaintances who feel like they need you, so he doesn’t voice any of this aloud. He just grins softly and accepts the gestures gracefully and contains the spontaneous combustion he feels inwardly, in case it might burn Sherlock or put him off continuing to be so physically present with him.

Billy, however, is neither touch-repellent nor touch-starved and can see through the both of them and if they don’t snap the goddamn tension soon he’s gonna snap it for them.

It’s been said before and the fact that I’m an Izzy simp aside like having a character who survives the most certain death shit ever (shooting himself in the head at point blank) and literally being nicknamed by another character “indestructible” and then become a symbol of protection for a whole group of people die from a fucking bullet to the side that was established in universe to have no vital organs in order to “atone for his sins” or however you wanna spin it and have him say he wants to go after (see point one) literally trying to kill himself in the show that is literally about growth and betterment of the self in a cruel world that wants you dead and where the main (and mostly queer) characters survive the most batshit insane injuries is like COSMICALLY stupid writing like I don’t even understand how you get there and the fact that it’s supposed to be a kind/ happy/meaningful ending is beyond me

Idk yall Moon Song by Phoebe Bridgers is sounding slightly Dana Kathrine Scully coded…

Am I to believe someone chose to have Matt Bomer and Chris Messina in a fucked up, intense, codependent relationship and the only gay stuff happened off-screen before the story started???

If you’re wearing shoes that hurt your feet and you think about taking them off for a little while and then putting them back on that’s the fucking devil talking

there’s so much i wanna do this week/month/etc but i’m just too sick, i have no energy, i can’t sleep, i’m constantly nauseous and headachey and on the verge of a migraine, i’m stressed and irritable and impatient and panicky…….how tf did i survive nearly 5 years of high school untreated if i can’t even manage this when i don’t have any major obligations rn

Have you ever been bored and started thinking up a scenario that’s a little too real, a little too plausible and a whole lot upsetting so much so that you, oopsie daisy, ended up making yourself bawl your eyes out bc i just did and this is ridiculous

i think if someone cooked me heart shaped ravioli bc they loved me that would cure me. a house and a sunlit window and someone who just rlly wanted to look after me

y’know just as soon as i start getting comfortable with the idea of being open/relying on my dad and him being more comfortable with my choices than i feared, i can essentially throw all that out the window with how vehemently he yelled at me at the thought of my getting my septum pierced (even though i never said i was yet. i said my side before i decide anything else). also making underhanded remarks of me never getting tattoos other than the one for my mom. like okay don’t ask me why i don’t tell you about anything or talk to you or anything. what the fuck.

I can see why it might be confusing that this is a video game blog but I routinely post gifs and pictures of a clearly real human being, and the only thing I have to say in my own defense is that he’s video game adjacent because of Judgment so it counts 😅

im being very brave about it ofc but i’ve been having The Worst flare ups i have Ever had the last couple of days. like, can’t get out of bed levels of bad. i get home from work and sleep until i have to go back to work :( haven’t been able to walk on my own for more than a few steps since sunday morning. sobs

i really think like,,, it is such a fine line to walk w apologies that you may not know someone wants to receive

update: i am for sure having allergic reactions to cardbord/paper/books and it seems to only be getting worse 🙃🙃🙃

fern is making me want to cry!