trying to move on with my life and appreciate the fact we got anything at all but the fact that they denied me footage of the second verse of caramel with the confetti falling is gonna be my villain origin story.

An Cailleach needs to decide if she's coming or going, cause this is BULLSHIT

It was spring yesterday! There were birds singing! It was light sweatshirt weather! And then! I wake up to a winter storm warning, a the school schedule for today got all fucked up, and fresh layer of snow! And another 6-12 inches promised in the next 48 hours!

This is rude and frankly uncalled for!

Why are dinluke fics so long I have a life this is so unfair.

Oh to be an orange fat tabby cat. Just living my simple lasagna eating Garfield life. Life is unfair

If I have to sit through one more show that Ian Bohen is in just for him to hardly be in it, I swear I'm gonna start a riot

“chasing purgill” they put that line in for ME specifically and im gonna scream

I AM FUCKING SHAKING AND CRYING RN R U SHAKING AND CRYING RN I AM LITERALLY SHAKING AND CRYING RN

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝?

palm.

you give and give. you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing…always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. you deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others.

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im pretty sure i just had my first experience with someone stealing my idea?? and like. how is one supposed to feel about that? advice anyone??

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I just got home and saw Terrance won the veto ….. so the shows over now right???

last night i had two dreams about a BOY. to be fair he looks just like a girl but oh my god. that wasn’t very lesbian of me.

idk if any of you have had second skin on a tattoo before, but i really truly hope I didn't just pull a bunch of ink out 🙃

muse: darcy jeong. he/they, pan. stripper.

open to: m/x. ex, fwb, "straight" boy he's hooking up with, secret boyfriend maybe.

plot: i heard the line"take off my shirt at your girlfriend's party, what's it to ya?" from boys by hippo campus and went oh i have to write this

he's dizzy and stupid off tequila—already a whore at the best of times, somehow even worse when he's drunk. despite the playful cheers when he stripped off his shirt, nobody really cared. except for them, of course. "why the fuck do you care? i wasn't doing this for anyone, least of all you." they laugh cruelly. it's only sort of a lie. "or what—are you afraid she's gonna catch you staring at me?" darcy smirks and steps closer, bare chest nearly pressed against their (unfortunately) clothed torso. "kind of a....shit idea to drag me into an empty hallway, then. people might get the wrong idea." he doesn't know what he wants them to do—kiss him, or cry, or punch him, or fuck him until he shuts up. he just wants them to do something. to make him feel anything but hollow.

the amount of cortisol RAGING through my body the past forty minutes because of Greta Van Fleet