i'm gonna throw the fuck up

How am I supposed to go on with everyday life knowing that Phil submitted multiple clips of him with Dan during the WAD segment of small mundane moments that make life worth living? You can't show me that and expect me to just move on

requited love. they just haven’t realised it yet.

jeremy jordan's voice and my daddy issues are joining forces against me right now

just imagined a flashback in tsats of just arrived to camp 10 year old nico ranting to bianca w glinting eyes about how cool that percy boy is

It’s like poetry it rhymes 😭

this is the most jonmartin song ever

Wow. Not only has Youtube forced me to turn off my adblocker, but now it's showing me three-minute ads of a documentary about how the nasty bad transexuals are targeting innocent children and making them think they're trans.

wdym good omens season 2 is coming out in 9 hours and it wasnt fake and this is real and im getting crowley and aziraphale back what do you mean.

IOF soldiers celebrate at a music festival while Palestinian civilians continue to be slaughtered en mass. In the first clip the man on stage is singing 'we are returning to Gush Katif' which is what Israelis call their old settlements in the Gaza Strip.

How I imagine the sskk reunion going:

STOP

MARION GETTING THE FUCKING PREMONITION, KNOWING THAT SEAN IS IN DANGER

AND HE CAN'T FUCKING DO ANYTHING

*doing anything new* i'm going to die from this

crowley and aziraphale bond through humanity. they are -- should be -- fundamentally, diametrically opposed on all things relating to the divine plan. (they aren’t, really, though aziraphale would say they are.) the drinking, the bookshop, arguing about what’s moral or holy, are all things that demons and angels do as affectations of human life. but crowley and aziraphale live the experiences of humanity. and so there is nothing ambiguous about what they share, as long as what they share is human. a brunch at the ritz can’t be dressed up as something else -- sharing food between two divine beings is collaboration, plain and simple, whether it is beelzebub and gabriel or crowley and aziraphale. demons, angels, all these beings don’t have to feel things in the way that humans do. they don’t have to express love as humans do. it doesn’t have to come down to getting wet and staring into each other’s eyes and vavoom, kiss, all done. love can be something different, divine, unutterable. but in a last-ditch moment, a pure act of desperation, crowley kisses aziraphale. the devotion is not new, the partnership is not new, but it is a declaration all the same, a statement that aziraphale cannot misinterpret: there is nothing ineffable between us. we don’t need to do this the way humans do, crass and tactile and unmistakable. but i will. if you won’t listen to me on divine grounds i will declare it to you on human ones. a kiss is undeniable. it shifts the tone from theoretical, theological, to something intimate. they could have been partners. they could have been a team. this, this romance -- this is what they could have, as plain as it appears.

Girl help, there’s like. Pretty men on my For You page. I’m gonna keel over.

Help me Lord to get through all of this. I am so tired of it. I think I would like to sleep forever, but rest does not come easy for me. Show me a way out from these problems. I want…

December 7, 1976