#basically like. come n get me

[astrobei]

Something’s wrong.

It’s a quiet afternoon in Will’s room. Mike is here, and this simple fact should be taking precedence over all else. It would be, on any other day — a day where it wasn’t off-puttingly quiet outside. On any other day, it would be all he could focus on.

Not that it’s not important. Mike is here, sprawled haphazardly across him, limbs akimbo like he couldn’t even be bothered to right himself before the need to bodily press every square inch of himself up against Will’s torso suddenly overtook him. It’s endearing, is what it is, even though Mike’s feet are dangling off the side of Will’s bed — they’re getting too tall to be able to lie down like this, side by side and taking up all the room they could possibly want. He’s got his cheek pressed up against Will’s sternum, arms wrapped so tight around Will’s stomach and lower back that it’s bordering on uncomfortable.

Endearing. It’s endearing, the need for proximity. The need for closeness, for touch, for reassurance. Mike wasn’t like this before. Not to this degree, at least. Will pretended to be annoyed by it at first, but the façade hadn’t even lasted a day before he cracked. He needs it too, and they both know it — the rhythmic push and pull of Mike’s breathing. Feeling Mike’s heart beat steadily against his own, separated by a meager few inches of blood and muscle and bone. The kinesthetic weight of a body against his own, grounding him on his off days — days where his pulse is perpetually panicked and off-kilter, threatening to fly away entirely, rendered unsuccessful only by the shape of Mike’s shoulder blades under his palm. The cotton of his flannel button-down, worn soft with use.

Grounding things. Real things. Safe things.

It’s a quiet afternoon. Mike’s foot twitches, suddenly and gently against where it’s pressed up against the line of Will’s calf.

It’s a quiet afternoon, and Will feels off, down to his bones.

Mike might be falling asleep.

Will smiles, hides it in the soft curtain of Mike’s hair where it’s brushing over his neck. Cups a hand around the back of his head and wraps his other arm around his shoulder — tighter, tighter, like Mike might just get up and walk away if he doesn’t. For all his pretending, Will is like this too, now: desperate, a little needy, selfish in small, ordinary ways. Too quick to worry when a call goes unanswered. Too quick to fuss over cuts and scrapes and bruises. He hugs too tight and he kisses too hard and he gets unsettled by quiet, calm afternoons.

He wasn’t ever like that before.

Mike twitches again — so delicately that it’s almost like an afterthought — then his arms tighten around Will’s midriff.

That feels intentional. Even if it hadn’t been. Things with Mike feel intentional. Purposeful.

Even if he is — you know. Asleep, a little.

Will’s room is comfortably warm; the late summer sun has been hiding lately, and the sky isn’t blue, exactly but at least it’s not red anymore — dark and rolling and angry. It’s still, and it’s quiet, and it’s peaceful for the first time in a long time — a long time—

—and still, something’s wrong.

“Will?”

Mike shifts, just slightly, just enough to lean his head against Will’s collarbone and look up at him. He catches the edge of Mike’s expression like it’s a secret, a glimpse of wide eyes, a little confused.

Will peers down at him. “Go back to sleep.”

“I wasn’t,” Mike says, even as he blinks heavily. He rolls out his ankle, bumps it against Will’s and keeps it there, stretches long and languid, lazy, like he has all the time in the world. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Will says. If Mike stays like this, if he doesn’t look up any farther, maybe he can get away with it.

Mike doesn’t sound convinced. “You sure?” he mumbles, rubbing at his eyes with one hand and pushing himself up, just enough to be able to look at Will better. “You seemed…”

He trails off. Will tucks a stray strand of hair back behind Mike’s ear, from where it had been falling loose and down into his eyes. “I’m sure,” he murmurs. “Go back to sleep.”

“I wasn’t asleep!”

“You were,” Will laughs. “You were twitching. Like a cat.”

“I don’t twitch,” Mike insists, then pauses. “Do I?”

“Sometimes,” Will admits, then presses a kiss to the top of Mike’s head. “When you’re really tired. I think it’s cute.”

“Stop,” Mike mumbles, but he lowers his head back to Will’s chest. “So mean to me.”

“I called you cute!”

“Mean,” Mike says, sounding like he’s halfway back to sleep already as he snakes an arm back around Will’s chest, hand resting lightly on the side of his throat, just over his jaw. He tangles their legs together, the sheets going wrinkled and bunched up under them. “So mean.”

Will smiles. “Sorry,” he whispers. He glances down at the mess of black hair in front of his face, runs a careful hand through it. Again, and again, and again. Mike makes a small noise, content and pleased, and presses in closer, like he’s trying to vanquish whatever minute semblance of space might have been left between them. “I won’t be mean again.”

It’s a joke, obviously. Still, Will traces apologetic circles into Mike’s back, into the gentle dip between his shoulders. He maps out the planes there, tries to commit them to memory by touch alone, the way he can feel Mike breathe in — slow, hesitant — and then out again — faster, like he’s collapsing back into Will’s body.

The circles give way to shapes, any that Will can think of. Then lines, curved and looping around his shoulder blades, his upper arms. He trails fingers up the back of Mike’s neck, where the cotton of his shirt gives way to a more organic warmth, and scrapes his fingernails lightly against the skin there. Drops another delicate kiss to the sliver of Mike’s forehead where his hair is parted as it falls around his face.

Mike lets out another pleased noise, half-coherent and probably involuntary, and his hand twitches lightly on Will’s jaw. Will bites back a smile, and stares straight up at the ceiling.

Will was never good at this before either — taking the things he wants. Letting himself have things he wants. Something is turning over in his gut, warm and viscous and slow, with each moment of touch he lets himself have, in this newfound, selfish way — through Mike’s hair, down his arms and back up again. Over his back, his shoulders, trailing fingers up his cheeks. He rubs circles into Mike’s temples, watches his brows unfurrow — for once in his life — and his expression go slack with contentment. He wants to touch the corners of Mike’s mouth too, where they’ve turned downwards, vulnerable, half-pressed into Will’s shirt.

He does. He can.

It’s a novel thing, for him, having someone be this close. Having someone be this close just because they want to be, because they trust you.

Will doesn’t know what to make of that. He’s never felt this before, the urge to hold someone so close that all the bad things go away. The urge to touch, the urge to lie here until entropy takes them.

There are no bad things anymore, though. It’s a quiet afternoon, and it’s calm, and it’s peaceful, and—

Will stops.

His hand stills on Mike’s back.

Oh, he thinks, still looking up at the ceiling. Oh.

“Will?” Mike stirs again, and he’d definitely been right on the precipice of sleep this time, judging by the way his voice is dragging on the single syllable. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Will whispers, a little incredulously, as realization dawns upon him. He wants to laugh. He wants to cry too, a little bit. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m great.”

Mike taps a slow finger against Will’s cheek and peers carefully up at him. “What is it?

“I,” Will starts, then stops. He’ll sound ridiculous if he says it. Ridiculous and pathetic and— “Nothing,” he says anyway, despite every molecule of better judgment in his body. “I’m just— I’m happy.”

Mike pauses. “Oh,” he says simply, cheek still pressed to Will’s chest. He sounds a little caught off-guard, in a good way. “I— that’s good. That you’re happy.”

The weird feeling in Will’s gut bubbles up, up, and over. “Yeah,” he says quietly, trying to keep his voice even. “I am. You make me happy.”

At this, Mike looks up. His expression is a bit startled, like a deer in headlights. “What?”

Oh, god. Will swallows. He looks back up. “I just,” he says, “I’ve never— I’m happy. And I don’t know when— I don’t know if I’ve ever. Been this happy before, I mean. Before everything. Before—”

You, he thinks. He doesn’t say it, but it goes implied.

Mike is silent.

The weird feeling starts settling back into Will’s stomach, slow and steady like molasses. Shit. That was, objectively, probably a weird thing to say. It was, right?

Oh, god.

Will blinks, once, twice, thrice in quick succession, and keeps his stare fixed on the ceiling.

“Will,” Mike says at last, from somewhere below him. He lifts his head off of Will’s chest, tufts of black hair swimming into view. “Can you— can you look at me, please?”

Oh, god.

Will looks down. “Yeah?”

Mike looks— wondrous, maybe, which is a bit dramatic, but it’s true. “Really?” he asks, and he doesn’t sound freaked out or anything, which is a good sign, but— “I do?”

“Yeah,” Will whispers. “You do. Like, really happy.”

Happy seems a bit diminutive, if Will’s being honest. Whatever this feeling is runs much deeper than that — past contentment and comfort and satisfaction. Ease, maybe. Safety would be closer.

He doesn’t say any of that.

Mike’s cheeks flush a brilliant pink. He splays his palm across Will’s cheek and asks, in mild disbelief, “Is that what was bothering you?”

“It wasn’t bothering me,” Will says quietly, tugging at Mike’s wrist and sitting up, just slightly, leaning back against one elbow. “I’m fine.”

“You weren’t,” Mike says simply, and lets himself be moved. “I could tell. I just— I thought it was something, you know. Worse.”

“What?” Will laughs, and Mike’s expression softens in relief. “Like what?”

“I don’t know!” Mike exclaims, but he’s smiling too. “I just— I could tell, and I didn’t— I don’t know. Never mind.”

Will pushes a strand of hair behind Mike’s ear again, the same one that had been falling back out the entire time they’d been lying together. “I’m sorry if you worried,” he says quietly. “I just— I didn’t know what it was. I’ve never been this happy before.”

“Will,” Mike starts, expression earnest and searching. He opens his mouth and closes it again.

“Sorry,” Will adds, for good measure. Maybe Mike is, like, totally freaked out. “No pressure, or anything.”

“Don’t apologize,” Mike says immediately, frowning. “Never apologize. I just— I’m happy too. You make me happy. Really happy.”

“Well that’s good,” Will jokes, but it comes out halfhearted. “I should hope I’m not making you sad.”

Mike rolls his eyes. “Will.”

“Sorry,” he says on instinct, then immediately bites down on his lower lip. “I mean. Yes. Yeah.”

Mike gives him a look, exasperated and a little fond. “I mean,” he says, then leans forward, all the way back into Will’s space, “you make me happy too. I don’t know when I’ve been— me too, I mean. Me too.”

“Oh,” Will breathes out, in awe, a little bit, of a lot of things — the deepening flush across Mike’s cheek, the ease with which the admission comes tumbling out of his mouth. The simple reciprocity of it bowls him over, like maybe Mike thinks about this, when Will doesn’t know — just how happy Will makes him. “Okay.”

Mike eyes dart between his own. “That all you have to say?” he teases. “Okay?”

“What else do you want me to say?” Will asks, teasing back, a little, but also asking a little truthfully. He’s not the greatest with words, but he’s also not stupid — he understands the implications, here, of what it means to feel so happy around someone that it feels like you’re admitting to something bigger by just saying it. He knows what he’s implying, and he knows Mike is picking up on it, but he doesn’t know how to put that into words — the way his soul feels like it’s stilled inside of him, somewhere, no longer restless or jittery or perpetually keyed up.

He wonders if Mike feels like that too.

The thought, suddenly, is too much.

“Nothing,” Mike says, after a moment. He pauses, then presses a fleeting kiss to Will’s cheek. “Nothing.”

“Mike,” Will says, suddenly, then grabs a hold of Mike’s wrist again. “I— you know that I—”

He feels overwhelmed, a little frantic. He’s sure it’s coming through in his voice. The rest of the sentence hangs there, suspended in midair between the two of them.

Love you, Will thinks. I love you. I love you.

He needs Mike to know.

Mike can’t ever know.

He looks away again, like maybe Mike will be able to tell exactly what he’s thinking just by looking at him.

“Yeah,” Mike is saying. “It’s okay, Will. I know. Me too. Obviously.”

Will relaxes. Thank god for plausible deniability. “Okay,” he says instead, feeling a smile split wide and exhilarated across his face. He feels like he just ran a marathon, and it isn’t until he lies back down that he feels it. The adrenaline, sweet and thick and palpable in his veins. “Okay. Cool.”

“Cool,” Mike echoes, then settles back down on top of him. “Yeah. Cool.”

Will tucks his chin over the top of Mike’s head, running a soothing hand over Mike’s hair. His heart is beating so fast that he’s sure Mike is able to tell. “Go back to sleep,” he says quietly. Mike lets out a noise that might be a laugh, and tucks his face into Will’s neck.

It’s a quiet afternoon. Everything feels perfectly right.

#i don’t know what this is #i’ve just had a Week #and i am so tired and my head hurts and i think i’m falling sick again and basically i need someone to lie on top of me and crush me #w their body weight like a weighted blanket #bc my weighted blanket is not cutting it rn i need More #anyways. i hope u enjoy this stream of consciousness #i am so touch starved and i’m being so fr someone better do something about that bc #my ex is coming back to town in 3 weeks and if i don’t get a hug before then i will literally text him #jk i won’t but. u know #LOL #n e ways #will byers #mike wheeler #byler #fun sized fics #fic #etc #ok back to studying Bye

[multifandombullshitbabes]

ive been obsessed with the concept of merlin who actually runs away with freya because after she got injured he panicked and healed her right in front of arthur. so he panicked, again, and ran away with her to live next to the lake. and they do build their lil cottage and have a strawberry farm and some cows. and they also have time to explore their feelings.

and its the funniest thing, because merlin has also been slowly crushing on arthur, and that much is clear whenever he talks abt him to freya. it doesnt make her jealous or anything, just sad that she knows they'll probably never be together. that the only time that merlin and arthur do "interact" is when merlin secretly saves his ass every week or so. like merlin technically never left, but now he gets creative, uses glamours, learns shape shifting after helping freya with her own curse.

he gets to meet with morgana now, because freya urged him to not leave her alone in this mess, so now we don't get evil morgana (yay!). merlin also tentatively tries to do the same with mordred whenever they do meet with the druids, especially when they were figuring out freya's curse, and mordred grows on merlin, so we also dont get evil mordred (great bonus).

and another thing that ive also been obsessed with thinking is that when the great purge began, nimueh tried to sought out balinor since i think they were friends, being 2 magic users with special abilities (high priestess and dragonlord). and she ended up at ealdor just in time to see merlin be born.

and then they meet later on, and nimueh kinda doesnt believe that that's merlin from ealdor since hes in fucking camelot. but then the questing beast happened. and when merlin goes to kill her, she manages to shield herself last second. and feeling that great power that she felt when merlin was born, because he was almost glowing golden and so potent she almost dropped him when she held lil merlin, her brain fucking stopped. she cannot kill merlin. and so she does something that she almost did when she met hunith, and she understood in that little time why balinor had stayed with her, and nimueh decides to use the power she has for her immortality to ensure arthur lives. so now she will age like a normal human, gaius is alive, and so is arthur. and now merlin and nimueh are very awkward with each other.

especially when a bit of time later they end up meeting with the druids to help freya and theyre also helping nimueh. she felt as if her powers were weaker, but merlin was like "yh no ure lying u feel exactly the same" n leaves thinking nimueh is plotting. when in reality she actually did think her powers were dying and that fear made it seem as if it was actually happening. her mind played tricks on her, and she almost believed her magic was dying.

so after this lil nimueh interlude, lets go back to freya and merlin.

the funniest thing abt theyre situation is that. while merlin is obviously crushing on arthur (and brooding abt it cuz yknow), freya is just. "merlin, i think im crushing on gwen." "???? have u met her?" "no but ive seen her and she smells like a good person and also i like what i know abt her from you." "ok-" "also im crushing on morgana." "freya." "also elyan." "GWENS BROTHER????" "HES. PRETTY. YOU CANT TELL ME THAT NOT TRUE CUZ LAST TIME I CHECKED UR EYES ARE WORKING FINE."

i do think that when freya finally gets control over her curse and has her lil space with merlin, her true sunshine gremlin nature comes out and she manages to be more chaotic than merlin, just also more sweet. and dangerous. she can turn into a literal monster.

also. merlin and freya getting married. and having babies. twins. its been on my MIND non stop yall, this has never happened before idc abt kids-

#bbc merlin #merlin #nimueh #freya #merlin x freya #freylin #merlin au #freylin runaway au #come get yall headcanons #hey look i posted a thing #ive been obsessed with thinking abt this gaggle of magic users. who do kinda look related?? #like yall. all of them have dark hair. except freya they all have blue/light colored eyes. like what #anyways yh. this au does. get. very angsty. i just wanted to focus on um. freylin for a lil bit theyre very dear to me #also i need yall to understand i want gremlin freya. shes a sweet gremlin but still a gremlin #merlin n freya both influence each other in the weirdest ways during their years together #also freya is basically begging merlin to fuck arthur already. shes tired of hearing him whine like a lil bby.

[cosmoboba]

#heart. heart why #why heart . #there are so many other characters why . #why him . #why did he have to be the one . #why is he your highest character obsession . #I think I need to be CHECKED for every disease he's given me . #blonde SOLDIER boy #blonde SOLDIER boy don't save me . #blonde SOLDIER boy you've ruined my life . #look bitch I just KNOW that mofo canonically taken someway somehow and if not someday he might . #I mean hey listen. hand to god no hate on Clerith nor CloTi those are some great/cute dynamics that I also ship . #but can I just confess my sins on this internet on how I . sometimes. SOMETIMES . get a bit jelly #they're like...phases mk . #they come n go . in n out of me . #BUT LIKE....WHEN I DO GET JEALOUS I LIKE....YANNO... #DJ SPIN THAT IM SERIOUS BY DAY6 SHIT #(good song btw I recommend if you like kpop. it's an angst one-sided song basically Clexis/Clomina theme LMFAO) #and no im not just referring to Cloubri as I'm typing this(well. kinda both since Aubri is technically a self projection too) #but I also do selfshipping too so. keep in mind of that . #YES. YES IM THAT MENTALLY FUCKED UP THIS IS WHAT YOU SIGNED UP FOR WHEN YOU HIT THAT FOLLOW BUTTON #but GOD Cloud Strife why do you hate me to the point you made me love you . #what is this curse you have casted upon my very existence you are a DANGEROUS fuckin man . #Cloud Strife I hate you #Cloud Strife I love you #Cloud Strife go fuck yourself I can't believe you did this to me/affection #Cloud Strife you can also fuck m-/JJJJ.....unle- #I'm not gonna survive through rebirth am I . #MOM GET MY FUNERAL READY I'M PRECISELY GOING TO DESEASE ON FEB 29TH 12 AM O CLOCK SHARP

[rivalsilveryuri]

let’s him walk around on my palm

ruby and sapphire

#VOICEMAIL #funny 2 me that viz just. made his reoccuring...........bathroom joke into him pourign a can off of rooftops. but everyone else is still #reacting like he's killing someone while he's likr 'i love recycling :)' and emptying a can of pepsi or somethign #sorry that its what first comes 2 mind with him. #but i DO like emerald.... he's kinda the only hoenn dexholder i ... like??????????????? not in the way i DONT like the other 2 i just don't #have much 2 say on them. but also because reading rs may actually trigger my ptsd i think. a little. ummm. so i dont remember basically any #of rubys half.. i remember saphs just fine thoguh. but yeah what was i on about. umm. oohhh yeah i like emerald thr best #kinda makes me mad how people just infantilise him and look over. basically everythign about him. like his sibling relationship with crys #+ his backstory + the shit under the surface for the way he acts.. #+the interaction they have as a trio because i find it kind of fascinating but its honestly the shortest amount of time 2gether a trios had #idk. it feels likr 2. people out there are actually interested in *emerald* himself #and everyone else just likrs. ............how everyone else sees him in universe.... and the rest see him how emerald wants to be seen. idk #always shy about character analysis cause i always worry im pulling at nothign and cooking nothing but i feel decently confident that- #-thats the whole point of emeralds character and his childhood and behaviour n etc. #i have NOT read oras though. umm. heard mixed things about it but who knows. itll take me 50 years 2 get there n e ways... #also emerald and wally. wish they interacted at LEAST cmon. unless ive brain fogged it but whateva........ #how did me talking about piss jokes turn into character analysis

[waywardsalt]

i made this a few months ago for a discord and i figured i might as well share it here too

#loz #legend of zelda #phantom hourglass #bellum #bellum is kind of a nothing villain but i like him #this image is basically the framework for how i write bellum's relationship with linebeck a lot of the time #the severity and seriousness of 'ruined your life' varies between aus n shit #ironically post-ph is one of the ones where 'ruined your life' is a bit hyperbolic #im in a talkative mood rn so im gonna have a little tag tangent going on #bellum is fun and like with this image you can take him many different ways depending on your own tastes and readings n stuff #recently i pinpointed some character i mightve accidentally based my take of bellum on and it escapes me rn #but i like to have him come off as a sort of brash young god sort of thing whos been very gung-ho about what hes been created to do and #represent and ive def leaned into him acting differently in different aus but backing it up with the idea that. hes immortal and thinks its #fun to try different things hwne he earnestly interacts with and among mortals. like in my crimson king au (the uh. one where he has a #homoerotic relationship with linebeck) his purpose behind masquerading as human and settling for a decidedly slower and more complicated #method of obtaining food and taking control is because he wants to challenge himself after years of just smashing through and taking what h #wants and because hes more interested in the more minute details of mortal interaction and how he could play along for a while #hes a bit more... whimsical? laid-back? something for the most part with linebeck because he's used to being a fuckin demonic god whos #mostly just playing around and not making attachments bc fuck it if he gets bored he can just eat these people and this one guy gets his #mercy and support because he's interesting and useful as a tool (and eventually as a source of genuine friendship. a common theme i seem to #have with bellum [perhaps as an accidental parallel or smth to the spirits n oshus] is him stumbling into finally understanding why #relationships are worth it? like a lot of the time his interactions with linebeck give him a new understanding of humans and he learns to #care about linebeck despite starting off seeing him as just an interested subject to watch or tinker with idk how to describe it #like in post-ph [ig post ph spoilers] as the fourth member of the main cast his main arc is abt kinda being forced to mingle with mortals #and ends up really caring and supporting these people and considering his own role and place in the world after kind of isolating and #surrounding himself with effectively a literal hivemind and loyal monsters and just reacting to outside forces with the intent to consume #and eradicate all danger so ig theres some parallel with linebeck too? bellum is a work in progress he's kinda a weird oc at this point? #when does an existing character stop being that and starts becoming an oc idk. its a weird line here bc bellum has minimal characterization #) anyways. funny meme or whatever. the discord seemed to like it im not used to sharing memes or whatever. #my post

[bluewinnerangel]

top 9 albums you listened to this year? totally random question 🤪

Unlike last year I did listen to a lot of new music this year so 2022 albums this time weee it was even hard to pick a top 9 but in order of release (probably):

Nilüfer Yanya - PAINLESS

ROSALÍA - MOTOMAMI

Kendrick Lamar - Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers

Harry Styles - Harry's House

Steve Lacy - Gemini Rights

Joost - Fryslân

The Snuts - Burn The Empire

Louis Tomlinson - Faith In The Future

Little Simz - NO THANK YOU

ramble in the tags

#yeah i totally did not basically beg to be asked this thank you for taking the bait askldlsakjskl #albums of 2022 #Nilüfer Yanya - PAINLESS only discovered recently and it sent me into a zone a Z O N E do get in there do it #ROSALÍA - MOTOMAMI when that one came out it was blasting in the house like this only for a good while #Kendrick Lamar - Mr. Morale & the Big Steppers I feel like I'm listening to something not intended for me but i should be hearing ? #like it just wrecks me from a place that was never there just unknown and i cant begin to imagine what it can do for people where its known #Harry Styles - Harry's House I THINK IVE SAID QUITE A LOT ABOUT THIS ONE ON HERE #Steve Lacy - Gemini Rights what in the masterpiece is this ??? like????? seriously? SERIOUSLY WHAT IS PUT IN HERE #Joost - Fryslân THIS IS MY BABY he makes this variant of dutch white trash music that is horrid in the most delicious way #unserious but THEN he comes in hard with extremely painful honest lyrics in between utter crap LIKE #love it when music doesnt take itself seriously and still has a huge heart and soul and this is that #this dude is making me cry singing about the grief of losing both parents and minutes later interpolating crazy frog. #The Snuts - Burn The Empire obviously introduced by Louis. I didnt really take them in properly till we saw them at #Lokeren. I did listen to some songs here and there.. Glasgow was a fav. and that was kinda it. but then they came with this album #i always feel regret when i start listening to an artist bc they impressed me live like i should have known before.. which is weird. #that happens. but hearing burn the empire live i was like FUCK and then i was hooked #Louis Tomlinson - Faith In The Future I MEAN YOU KNOW WE KNOW I KNOW EVERYBODY KNOW WE ALL LIVE IN A FITF #Little Simz - NO THANK YOU this one was released this week! still taking it in but like? FUCK? HELLO? fav: No Merci #honorable mentions (sorry): #Björk - Fossora how the fuck you make an entire album sound like a heavily distressed mycelium network beats me but call me a shroom (idk) #Taylor Swift - Midnights had a bit of a meltdown over this (understatement) #IDLES - Five Years Of Brutalism okay okay it's a rerelease but THERE ARE LIVE VERSIONS

[binders-and-beanies]

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#cops tw #bro I cannot handle one more thing happening istg #got pulled over on my way home after a 13 hour day #was already scared to drive at night and that just confirmed that I’m right to be scared #it was for running a red light n it was one of those situations of just not having time to stop on yellow #I was fully aware as it was happening that I was either going to slam on my brakes in the intersection or run a red and I could see the cop #so I knew I was getting pulled over either way I just hoped the yellow would be longer than .5 seconds. not so lucky #except I also Am so lucky bc he let me off with a warning #ig bc I don’t have any sort of serious history + with it being 420 once he saw I was sober he prob went easier #it’s the second time I’ve been pulled over in my life tho and it’s scary bc this is the first time since the accident #which maybe that was also ok bc it wasn’t my fault #I just know every warning or unlucky moment costs u more in the future if u happen to get unlucky again #like I know I got out of that bc I’m white. it was still a scary moment bc there were multiple cop cars #so it’s like is this guy abt to ruin my life am I gonna lose my license for being at the wrong place wrong time #when I’m already salty to be driving this late involuntarily #so it’s like I got unlucky And very very lucky #I just hate the confirmation that u can get pulled over at any given moment #I constantly rehearse every possible convo w cops in my head bc if u come off disabled u can die #or get arrested or whatever #and then they like don’t follow the script and u didn’t expect this to happen to u today anyway and I get flustered #anyway my point is. I’m fucking exhausted and too many things keep happening #it’s long day after long day w no end in sight rn and I’m like half asleep every day #I just want to sleep. without feeling like I’m already tired tomorrow #it’s too much. just all of it #and on top of it all. it’s 420 so the whole dorm building is basically a cloud of weed #happy u guys are having fun but u are physically harming me in my home #mine #txt #vent post #personal

[urleoo]

Why do you hate autotune so much?

I don’t hate it i just think it’s lazy

#Like even I’m fine with ppl using it on studio recordings bc companies hardly ever tolerate anything least than perfect #But on lives too?? Come on man #It gets annoying and repetitive after a while #Also ion think some of u realize exactly how much auto tune does like there was a video on yt #Of this old lady getting recorded singing(very untrained lots of mistakes) and after some “basic pitch corrections” on auto tune #boom suddenly she sounds like a professional #also controversial but I WANT to hear the human in a singer #Ion give a shit if a singer gets out of breath during a performance it adds to the experience #I want to hear the emotion in their voice I want to hear them stutter and drop a pitch and make mistakes #Not just sing in all “perfecr notes” like a good damn robot #A lot of ppl argue that it’s hard to maintain good voice when dancing but believe me I do concerts n shii on my own too #And it ain’t that hard if u train sure there’ll be a little roughness here n there but u won’t become horrible suddenly #<- ion tryna say I’m better than all those pro singers bc mf be serious I rlly am fucking not #so if I can do that so can they!!!!

[jotchia]

RELEASE THE MILF CUT

#was struggling with bodies so we're just getting headshots again. you will forgive me. #but yeah the day has finally come. meet my little tree freaks. i love them #and young jotchie!!! #wish i wasn't struggling so hard with bodies rn. hurgle #basically sid is built pretty much the same as jotch is currently in that 30-40 range n then at 50 she's a little bigger than him #collin is skinny and has gangly limbs and knobby fingers. they are absolutely cut the fuck up from all the wood carving #sid's got calluses all over her hands and her nails and cuticles are always fucked #<- wood working bitches #i didn't include this scene in my writing but 100% sid finally notices jotch's inch fucking long nails and she's like 😱 #kid jotch is small and skinny and pathetic until the growth spurt hits but then he's just skinny and tall and lanky. like his dad #post turning he starts GETTING SWOLE 💪💪💪💪 and growing his hair out. lol! #next hurdle to get over is jotchie's friends. we will see when i get to that #BTW YOU SHOULD. GO READ WHAT I WROTE. SMILE #art #joshua

[coquelicoq]

started on the french dictionary and so far i've only read the front matter and three pages of the A's and i'm already having so much fun. highlights:

the irony of the preface, which basically says, "this is an abridged edition. isn't that neat?", being at least three times longer than necessary

the list of 16 different symbols and their uses in distinguishing senses and introducing distinct usages within the same definition. because that seems like a large number of symbols, i have given myself permission not to comprehend the differences between any of them and just vibe

from the list of abbreviations:

"abusivt: abusivement (emploi très critiquable, parfois faux sens ou solécisme)" 😒 @ french lexicographers: have you heard the good news (of linguistic descriptivism)?

"recomm.: recommandation (dans recomm. off. « recommandation officielle » ; terme conforme à la loi française de 1994 sur la langue)" okay actually @ all of france: get well soon

"abdomen [-ɛn]" do you mean to tell me this vowel isn't nasalized??? sick. twisted. rebellious. can't believe la loi française de 1994 sur la langue has nothing to say about this !

"aber [abɛʀ]" this dictionary tells me when to pronounce the r in words ending in -er. my holy grail. crying and kissing its feet in gratitude

every time the definition includes a word i don't know i can just look that word up elsewhere in the same book i am currently holding!!!!

"abortif, ive adj. Qui fait avorter." told you b and v were related

"abreuver v. tr. 1. Faire boire abondamment (un animal)." this makes it sound like you're force-feeding animals water...on the previous page abondance is defined as "Grande quantité (supérieure aux besoins)" so like i'm getting the sense that you're leading a horse to water and not only making it drink but not letting it leave until it's drunk every last drop in the trough lol

"abribus [-bys] n. m. (nom déposé) Arrêt d'autobus équipé d'un abri" ok cute.

the example it gives for abruti is "Espèce d'abruti !" folks it don't get any frencher than that.

#so conflicted about france's attitude toward anglicisms in particular. like on the one hand i get it and if we were talking about any other #language i'd be like yeah the global supremacy of english & its overwriting and erasure of other languages is a big problem #but this is FRENCH. french! aka the source of the majority of the english lexicon!!!! #hello the normans!!! you made your language the anglo-saxons' problem! chickens coming home to roost et cetera!!!! #if you wanted us to keep our language to ourselves...little late for that dontcha think. ya filthy hypocrites #anyway i don't think the 1994 law says anything about pronunciation (it might idk but it's definitely not the focus) #but i just like razzing the french powers that be over...basically anything i can think of #oh you want me to pronounce this word-final n? that's rich coming from YOU #it just seems so dumb from the outside to be so focused on trying to preserve forever the workings of a highly complicated system #that's not even internally consistent at any kind of layperson-accessible scale #like you think modern french is this perfect specimen when in fact it is a LANGUAGE created by HUMANS and therefore riddled with #idiosyncrasies and vestigial remains of diachronic processes AND THAT IS WHAT MAKES IT SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!! #and that means! it must be allowed to continue to evolve! not to even mention! it's going to evolve whether you want it to or not! #because that's its nature! that's how it works! that's how humans work! that's what we need from it and it is by us & of us & for us!! #french #lexicography #lecture du dico #prescriptivism #my posts #i know i said i was going to wait to read the dictionary until after i read all my other books but i was too excited to wait #and i told a friend about my plan and after the requisite 'yeah that sounds like something you would do you kooky broad' #she was like maybe you should read one letter at a time. like in between books or something. so you don't get bored #and i thought that was pretty smart. so i've started the A's. i'm not in between books i just wanted to start immediately #the problem is this dictionary is only 900 pages long so already i'm going psh. 900 pages? i could knock that out in three months #reading only 10 pages a day. it took me longer than that to read the count of monte-cristo #oh the other part i read today was the appendix on pronunciation. which didn't tell me anything i didn't already know (mostly that #there are still a bunch of vowels i can't pronounce lol) but was still fun to read out loud because of all the times i could be like #well i KNOW i'm not pronouncing that right. it says so right here. #like when it says ne confondez pas pâte et patte ! and i'm like okay well i pronounce them the same. so. sorry #my mouth only makes one of those sounds. and they sound identical to me. my b my b

[castorfell]

Being a Wilson main means hoping but simultaneously dreading for a Wilson character refresh, should he get one.

I'd love for him to get new character dedicated mechanics like all the other Survivors have but game logic speaking, he's the basic starter character who doesn't have any overly special upsides and downsides save his beard. I also lowkey would hate it if he got a bunch of shit added to him that his playstyle (or lack thereof I guess? Idk) becomes too different.

He's a simple lad, amongst the other characters he's not anything special. I want it to stay that way but at the same time I want him to get a lil love and an animated short dedicated to him bc I love him and want more Wilson lore shh.

#don't starve together #dst #dst wilson #wilson percival higgsbury #castortxt #saying this if klei does give him a refresh #i hope he gets healer mechanics #cuz wilson knowing medical stuff is a great headcanon n i love it sm #it doesnt even have to be like too game changing for a basic character #mayb he could craft some healing items without an alchemy engine #or special scientists booster shots #tldr nurse wilson feeds me #yeah the hc comes from the forge event and physician skin #i think itd be nice if he's actually competent in a science subject but chooses to pursue other sciences #hes the smartest stupid person i know #also the reason im a wilson main is bc i grew attached to his silly little trumpet sounds #and his puns

[ii-zi]

i want a nice big house. a garden with trees, creeping thyme as a ground cover, and flowers. a nice big catio. tons of storage. a living room. proper trashcans. my own bedroom. well planned windows for proper ventilation. solar panels. roof access to see the stars. well planned water system so we have fresh water available in summer and warm in winter without spending thousands a month. outdoors lighting. a backyard door. a fence. enough space to steal my baby and my grandma and give them the life they deserve. a desk. space to build whatever the fuck i want. house decor. proper doors. less stubby ceiling heights.

#but no moneys.. #my bby misses my grandma a lot #it'd be the greatest thing ever if i could somehow make it so we live together w grandma and my parents #bc my parents were also like super important to the bby growing up bby cant talk abt them or to them without all three of them crying #but i live w my parents n sister in a 1bed lol i can only hope to one day get a job that'd help me save enough to like #repair the house n make a second floor n when the time comes convince the bbs parents that college in Mexico is the way to go #personal #if my calculations r right id need to work a very veery well paying job in local standards (40h/w for like 175dlls/w) til college is #imminent (like a year before the baby has to go..) in order to have enough for a second floor w low end finishings #but for that I'd have to sort my own troubles lol #i want bougainvillea n an orange tree.. #a few basil bushes bc they smell so nice and grow so well n big here #both my gma n the baby are so good at growing plants! it never failed to amaze me how they could bring back to life what was #basically already dead

[messybouquetoflilies]

girl who's a lil bit of a fag

#okay listen. #i have this coworker in another department who's like 7 feet tall n presents very queer which makes them a million times cooler than me bc #im just a basic trans bitch who conformed to all the gender norms n i just want them to scoop me into my arms n carry me away n AHHHHHHHHHH #i did not know i had a type until i met them #but i feel like i am not their type but i rly know nothing abt them!!! today was the first time ive ever talked to them n i was so awkward #oh my god #i cannot explain why bc i know nothing abt their gender identity or sexuality or even their name!!! but our love would b the most homosexua #they r the type of person i would let pull my hair n call me a faggot #i would be a boy for them i would do it i stg #just like a lil twink who only bottoms #anyways #thanks 4 coming 2 my problematic ted talk 😌 #this is why i dont get laid