Can we talk about the fact Neil interpreted “you were supposed to be a side effect” as Andrew believing he was hallucinating a full fledged member of their team who they flew out to recruit, everyone has interacted with/played beside, talked about, and who has even driven his car instead of the fact Andrew was crushing on him and he just took it in stride. Like if someone I cared about belived they had hallucinated that thoroughly I would have questions. Props to Neil just validating and taking Andrew at his word on his experience being heavily medicated but babe maybe clarify next time??

Andrew: you were supposed to be a side effect

Neil: oh no im definitely real

Andrew: you’re real stupid alright

Don Raye - Pipe Dreams: an inside look at free-base cocaine - The Family Publishing Company - 1980 (cover illustration by Richard C. Ward)

I want to be loved like Andrew loves Neil, and like Neil loves Andrew

Do you think if I @ the Duffer brothers they’ll just give us the character of Billy?😆  Like if you’re gonna throw that away, can I have it please? I have the perfect home for him thanks!

We could write a screenplay where Billy actually has a chance and kicks supernatural ass, and I bet you we could raise enough money that maybe Dacre would even do it. And once we have Dacre I think Joe will be an easy sell.

WE WERE SO MUCH YOUNGER THEN

The best possible opening scene for Obi-Wan Kenobi next week:

An unconscious Obi-wan lies on a bunk in a darkened cabin on a ship. He has bacta patches over the worst of the burns. His lightsaber sits on top of his patched/mended clothing. There’s another person sitting in the shadows, with a silhouette that looks like clone armor

Obi-wan wakes up, and the other person takes off his helmet. He’s a Mandalorian. “My mother would kick my ass from Krownest to Concordia to Kalevala and from one end of Sundari to the other if I let anything happen to you.” He leans forward into a circle of dim light, revealing light red hair and grey-blue eyes. “If she weren’t a committed pacifist.” He pauses, touching the small white flower painted on his pauldron. “Or dead.”

Obi-wan stares at the flower. “Who was your mother?” he asks, as if he doesn’t already know, hearing the last thing she ever said to him echo in his head.

“Duchess Satine Kryze.”

Elizabeth Berkley as Jessie Spano wearing a red mini dress with pantyhose on Saved by the Bell

what has been your most beloved daydream lately?

I dream of running away with my best friend, hopping on a train and going who knows where. Where we don't have to worry about our families or work or the world ending around us. We can sit in a diner and talk about anything and nothing. No one would look for us because no one would have to know we're gone or existed in the first place.

I dream of the wild west with the one I care for the most.

She is in my heart always, wherever she is.

so i just got into an existential crisis over a fanfic idea i have, and i probably would just not write it, maybe. and then i started to think maybe i should stop pursuing 2 of my dreams cos of my physical and emotional limitations. should i let fate decide?

Congratulations! You've scrolled so far down you've unearthed the classic Windows game Pipe Dreams!

Can we get some whorish fanart for Anne and Mary? Can we PLEASE GET

stained glass looks like a fun hobby but i dont want to spend 250$ on a six week course to see if i like it i want to spend 8 consecutive hours hyperfixiating on one project and then never think about it again

I got an email corporate saying this person is now in charge of the ledger, and this person is no longer a member of my team, this person has been relocated, this person..... oh for fucks sake wtf is happening here.  I called my team leader at corporate and asked wtf is going on.  She said “I’m out and they’re in so watch your back”.  She’s cleaning out her desk right now.  Well God Damn!  My only ally at corporate is gone.

Me: “Would you like to go out on a date?” Girl: “I would love to.” Me: *wakes up and realizes I was dreaming*

I know that we can only give

When we got a little hope

But I don’t like the burden

Of living with these ghosts