Why is Sobbin' Women so damn boppy-

... I cant-

gooood morning all.... <3

hey did anyone else get their spotify wrapped early this year

Harder than I thought I take up space a lot I thought that I was sick It turns out I’m just dumb

https:// youtu.be/ VMxN6xRlxic

Shinji was a weakling human boy who cut himself off from others and nearly doomed his species out of insecurity. Shrek was a persecuted hero of the oppressed, and indeed, as this so aptly shows — a vessel for all life and hope in our world. Yet also, a mighty angel of death, as all ogre-kind are.

Is this duality not shown in the mashup of “Komm, süßer Tod” and “All Star”? One, a message of hopeless, winsome remorse and an embrace of the death. The other, a joyous celebration of life and the indomitable spirit.

Upon discussing this with Blug, he remarked that he could have stopped the Third Impact by “drink all orange juice”.

Headlights in your driveway

You stand in the window waiting

The stars are out tonight

One million fires burning

Meet me on the high dive

You'll dance with your headphones on

So I could watch you all night long

Dancing to someone else's song

Oh, dancing to someone else's song

i keep thinking about hobbies and how i often spill over myself to pick up new ones. i have adhd, i end up trying something for like a month and then just getting far enough in it that i move on, satisfied.

and that should be fine; but it's never fine.

i am a pretty decent artist; but i can't just make art for my dnd campaign, i should be selling dnd maps and character designs and scene setting pieces. i can't just make my friends matching earrings, i need to get an etsy and ship them internationally and take bulk orders. i make pretty good props and decorations and use them to throw my friends parties - but i should be running a party planning business and start taking paying clients and networking and putting my skills to actual use.

for some reason, i never figured out the specifics of pottery. it was a fun class and i enjoyed myself - and still, i'm embarrassed, years later, that i put in all that useless effort. everything i make has to be stunning. stellar. i should have applied myself more. maybe i'm too lazy. maybe i'm broken and selfish and needy. actually creative people would have kept going; they would be bettering themselves at every possible opportunity.

we find ourselves in this trap, even accidentally: we need to commodify our time, because it is a commodity. if we spend our efforts and our time not earning, isn't that the same thing as burning free money? and god forbid you ever take up a hobby that ends up being more expensive than you thought. you sit in your car and you look at the receipt and in your head you hear a conversation that isn't even happening - your mom or your friend or your partner all saying oh great. not this shit again. it's always something with you, and it never actually means anything.

i have realized this horrible thing, recently - i'll get excited to start a project, pick up a new hobby. and then i just... stop myself. i start thinking about the amount of time it will take, and how it'll look in my monthly budget. what if i can't even produce a good enough final product. sure, it's exciting to think about how i could make my friend her own custom dice. but i'm just polluting the earth if i don't get it right. better not bother. better not try.

restless, i get caught in the negative space. the feeling that oh god, i want to create. and that horrible sense - yeah, but i don't have the time to just put to waste.

Eddie writing his dirtiest and sluttiest songs all inspired by Steve and their relationship. And listen, the Corroded Coffin boys are well aware that he's in a relationship. He's glowing, all heart eyes, talking about his sweetheart and how amazing he is. And they're happy for him but they're also getting worried bc they never met the mystery guy so they're starting to think that it's either not as good as Eddie says or...he doesn't exist at all. And look! Look. They dont want to be those types of people but there's only so many of "he wouldn't feel well during our shows" and of "he works and studies a lot" that they can take before they start to grow more doubtful.

It all changes when Eddie tells them that his boyfriend was going to drop by and bring him his guitar that he had left at the apartment on accident. They get excited. Each of them had expectations based on the lyrics. A punk guy. Maybe goth. Definitely metal. Shaved head. Tattoos. Piercings. Combat boots.

They never expected Steve in all his pastel sweatered, soft haired, freckled glory when he stepped out of the car and handed Eddie his guitar with a charming smile and a kiss on his lips. "Here you go, your highness."

"Thank you sweetheart," Eddie chuckled with fucking blush on his face.

Oh, they were never ready.

saw those gifs of sj ward being cute and laughing in full mihawk costume and thought, "body swap mishanks au" and then @eastbluesaga humoured me about it so now there are doodles 🥲💖