Just because things didn’t turn out as expected doesn’t mean that you won’t get the dream life you deserve. Sometimes life may have better things in store than what you envisioned. Sometimes the universe finds something better for you that you haven’t even considered. Think about that the next time things don’t go according to plan.

recently, i have been increasingly frustrated at my addiction to my phone. i looked at my screen time and realised that on average, i spend nearly 2 hours a day on my phone. i know that for some, this statistic is even higher.

while some of this is for work or for keeping in touch with friends and family and doing things i enjoy, a lot of it is just me unconsciously scrolling in a self soothing cycle that actually makes me feel really bad and adds up to at least 16% of my year spent on my phone which is horrifying!

i have tried most tricks without success, but recently created a new one that is working quite well for me so i thought i’d outline the steps in case it helped anyone else.

🌿 this is for setting time limits on specific apps:

1. open the “shortcuts” app on your iphone

2. press “automation” (should be the centre button on the bottom task bar)

3. press the plus sign to add a new automation

4. create personal automation

5. select “app” from the list of options

6. choose to open “clock” whenever the app you are trying to decrease your time on is open. you simply need to set a timer for how long you want to spend on that app per day. IMPORTANT! you must select “don’t ask before running” to make sure it runs

now, each time you open that app, a timer will start and go off when your time for that day is done. it won’t lock you out like some other apps so if you need it for work, like i do, you can still access it.

i hope this helps other people! please let me know if anyone has any other tips and good luck detaching from your phone! 🫡

the song is a panic attack an apology a prayer an unsent letter - lucy talking about good news in a 2018 boygenius interview

fleabag's fourth wall breaks being a metaphor for dissociation, and her doing them every scene EXCEPT when she has sex with the priest where she physically shoves away the camera. it being the first time in the entire show where she's fully present in the moment... poetic cinema.

Never not delighted by Jamie’s initial glee at seeing Roy’s gift from Phoebe, because he knows – just as Roy’s sister knows – that Roy is absolutely going to hate that shirt but will have no choice but to wear it anyway, because darling niece.

Only then Phoebe starts to describe the thought behind it and

ooooh

that’s good, that’s some proper fucking gift giving that

this girl is a genius.

jesus at the gay bar by jay hulme // julien baker via @\coreysabs on ig // jesus christ by brand new // solar power by lorde // boygenius via @\isabellasofia on ig // a knock on the door by james tate

assorted frozen empire doodles

omg I just saw the new ghostbusters movie and WHAT??? I legit thought that phoebe and melody were gonna kiss in that one part where phoebe becomes a ghost😭😭

I can’t love you how you want me to

bite the hand - boygenius / gleipnir - walton ford

royjamiekeeley take Phoebe to the glasgow willy wonka chocolate factory experience. Jamie was the one to book the tickets after seeing the online adverts, thinking it would be a fun surprise. After they arrive and the whole thing is such utter shit, Keeley pulls the ad up on her phone to "make sure this is it" and she and Roy see that basically every word is horrifyingly misspelt and the whole thing is complete AI gibberish. Keeley, gently, is all "oh, Jamie..." about it. Meanwhile Roy has stolen Phoebe's single designated jelly bean to lob it at Jamie's head. He also steals Jamie fourth-cup portion of lemonade. Someone recognizes Roy and Jamie and now the whole place is lined up to take pictures of their kids with the famous footballers, because at least that's something more worthy of their 35 pounds than the actual event. Between groups, Roy attempts to murder Jamie with his eyes for putting him through this torment, but he also can't say no to taking endless pictures and signing endless autographs because these are fucking kids. It's not their fault the event is rubbish and Roy's boyfriend is an idiot and put them there. Keeley is busy apologizing profusely to all the actors for her boyfriends' drawing attention away from their "really good, no seriously" performances. She also offers them advice on what to say to the press when they almost certainly come poking around.

Later, Phoebe tells her mother it was an incredible day. She got an absolutely mint picture with The Unknown and wants it framed.

Let go of the concept that there’s only one way to love and accept the idea that you’re going to love in different ways. People are individuals and each one has their own love language, so take the time to ask them what that language is! Sometimes it can be outside the realm of physical affection, and could be something as simple as saying good morning or goodnight to them. It could be buying them a little something because “it reminded me of you.”, or even just co-existing in the same room together and doing your own thing. Love can’t be boiled down to one way of feeling and can come in all shapes and sizes. Take the time to understand one another, both romantically and platonically.

good morning everyone!!

i have been terribly inactive mostly because life, work and study have been hectic and i wasn’t finding the studyblr community as motivating as previously, instead using it as a distraction.

i’ve just started my honours year though and have a thesis and portfolio on the horizon so i believe i will be more active and document my progress to stay accountable!

as a music and english student and professional, i’m also interested in documenting my progress in study and career as i think there isn’t much arts content. i’d like to show what it’s like as an academic and creative discipline! 🌱🖌🎶

Rook: Look at that splendidly ornate comb! Ahh! Magnifiqué! Trés, trés bien!! I--

Exhausted!Yuu: Oh my god, here we go again. Another TED talk today? You've already given 7.

Rook:..I beg your pardon?

Exhausted!Yuu: Everytime you open your mouth I get the urge to say, 'welcome to the comedy club!'.

Rook: Excuse-moi--

Exhausted!Yuu: I'm sorry but be glad you're not part of my world because there's a role in a show 25 years ago that's calling your name. I hope you like being Phoebe Buffay's ex, because you've been doing some damn good impressions since I got here.

Rook:...

Exhausted!Yuu: That's what I thought.

Scully and Mulder were out there inventing the "she fell first, he fell harder" trope in 93

i love that even though phoebe never gets to be with melody, never gets to interact with her in many ways, she will now forever do so in every way. phoebe will look up at the sky and see melody in the sun and the stars and the moon, see her in the clouds and the grass and the ceiling. she will bust ghosts with melody's essence etched into the proton pack and carved into her suit. she will simply be and melody will be a part of her. like, melody is now eternally attached to phoebe's foundation.

The call connects and there’s Roy, seemingly back at his own house, seated on a grey couch and wearing a scowl dark enough to match his t-shirt and jacket.

Trent smiles, though carefully not too wide. “Hello Roy. Thank you for agreeing to this.”

Roy grunts. “Better you than any of the other wankers,” he mutters.

Trent makes an effort to hide his grin. Visibly gloating about having the sort of access to Roy Kent that other journalists – independent or disgraced or otherwise – can only dream of isn’t likely to get him the exclusive comments that he needs from Richmond’s head coach on today’s kerfuffle.

“So,” he offers smoothly, “what do you—“

He’s cut off by the loud bang of a door slamming shut on the other end and a startled fuck from Roy and then there’s Jamie Tartt’s head coming into view as it flops down on Roy’s lap. He must have thrown himself down onto the couch.

“It’s all such fucking bullshit, man,” Jamie pronounces dramatically as he – Trent’s eyebrows rise another inch – grabs Roy’s arm and pulls it over his chest, claiming half a cuddle. “Did you know—“

“I’m in the middle of an interview, you twat,” Roy barks, but he does not, Trent notes with increasing interest and incredulity, remove his arm.

“Since when do— ?” Lifting his head from Roy’s lap, Jamie blinks at the screen. “Oh! Uh. Hi, Trent! How you doin’, you good?” His grin is wide, easy, with no hint of embarrassment, and Trent finds himself smiling back. Jamie has always been charismatic, but the last few years have seen his swagger turn into a good-natured charm that’s surprisingly hard to resist.

“I’m fine, thank you, Jamie. And regarding the news this afternoon, how do you—“

“No,” Roy immediately says, shifting to push Jamie off his lap in spite of the younger man’s indignant protests. “He has no fucking comment. He’s not part of this conversation. He’s not even fucking here.”

“The fuck are you on about, mate, he can see I’m— “

“Go to the kitchen,” Roy interrupts. “Get me a whisky. If I have to listen to you complain about wankers on Twitter or split fingernails or whatever, I need a fucking drink.”

“You’re an arsehole,” Jamie tells him from out of the picture, but he doesn’t sound particularly upset. “I haven’t even got any split fingernails.” And then he must be off because he doesn’t say anything else and Roy turns back to Trent, glaring like he’s daring Trent to say it.

Trent, with equal parts cunning and self-preservation, says nothing at all. Waits.

Eventually, Roy’s shoulders drop a millimeter. He lets out a huff. “Jamie’s fucking needy, all right? He needs fucking hugs and shit and he turns into a moody bitch prima donna if he doesn’t get them, so.” He presses his lips together, having apparently said all he intends to say on the subject.

Trent had noticed Jamie’s fondness for hanging off anyone's and everyone’s shoulder during his season with the team. He hadn’t known and would never have imagined, though, that Roy would ever be willing to indulge the tendency, especially not to this degree. And that rather begs the question...

“Roy,” he says carefully. “You know that, if the two of you are—“

“We’re not.” And Roy closes his eyes, shakes his head. Opens them, looking resigned, but looking a little bit wry too. “Be less fucking weird if we were, wouldn’t it? But we’re not. It’s just… “ He pauses. Shakes his head again. “It’s Jamie. Just… fucking Jamie.”

“Except you are not,” Trent says, just to be clear, just because being a bit of an asshole is a habit, and fun.

“Except I’m not,” Roy growls, and looks like he’s about to add something more – something scatching and imaginatively insulting, Trent assumes – but then he lifts his head, turning towards someone offscreen. “What— ? Yeah, we’re fucking done. Bye, Crimm,” he adds, and then the screen goes dark as Roy abruptly ends the call.

“Bye, Roy,” Trent tells the silence. “I’ll just text you the questions, shall I? You can get back to me when you’re done giving Jamie Tartt a cuddle.”