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murderballadeer · 6 months
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kiseiakhun · 1 month
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You know what fucks me up about trees. Their roots aren't actually that deep in the soil. Like you think they would go Deep to anchor the tree but most trees have roots that basically float on the soil because roots need air. And they anchor the tree because they get all tangled in the roots of other trees and it basically makes a tangled web of roots and that's what keeps trees stable. If a giant GIANT alien lifted one tree it can probably peel up a forest like a piece of tissue paper.
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jerma85 · 1 year
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remembering when facebook didnt have header photos and instead displayed a banner of the last few photos you uploaded and trying to chop up one photo into several to make your banner cool and also making sure you didn't upload them in backwards order
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wariomolly · 1 year
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cemeterything · 4 months
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mouseleygraham · 4 months
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tenuousnessless7 · 3 months
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samdeancrimespree · 15 days
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there’s something about wincest in the pre-slash era (whenever that is) where i think the dynamic is: one of them does not have sex with men. doesn’t think of them that way, because it feels too dangerous, too easy to slip into those fantasies he keeps locked away. and the other one fucks guys, but only ones who are eerily similar, carbon copies to his brother. the type of resemblance that would turn most siblings off. and the roles could go either way, for either of them. just… the dynamics of the different types of desperate “unrequited” feelings and the way they try to get away from them.
like. dean getting drunk and making out with some tall, long haired guy at a bar. nasty desperate hands down the back of the guys jeans, stifling a sigh that his ass isn’t quite round enough to be sam’s. he has blue eyes, not brown, but dean isn’t looking at his face anyway. fucking not-sam rough in the back of the impala, moaning baby and cutting off before brother, saying sam’s name when he cums, trying not to stare at the army figure in the ashtray. hating himself for it, swearing off it, but always crawling back, chasing the high like an addict. feeling deep in his soul that sam was right to leave, that he’s better off without his sick freak of a brother.
sam being into girls with short hair, accidentally hitting on lesbians because he struggles to be attracted to anything not wearing a crew cut, flannel and work boots. he’s sick, he knows, that’s part of why he had to leave. frosh week drunk, he lets a guy flirt with him, because he’s just tall enough, just different enough, that sam can give himself plausible deniability. his lips are too thin, he’s too gentle, he smells like axe and fake leather, but sam needs something, and this is all he can get. it’s going fine, until the guy— too late now to ask his name— goes for sam’s belt and sam feels like he’s going to puke. the wrongness of it comes over him all at once, like a fever or a hex. clarity pierces his drunken state: not dean’s hands, not dean’s voice, not dean, wrong. at least it gives him an excuse to back out, a good reason to lock himself in the bathroom and sit on the floor, trying to determine if the dry heaving is cheap beer or grief.
girls are— safe. long hair, soft hands, sweet and gentle and nowhere close to 6’1. this way, there’s nothing reminding sam of the absence, nothing pushing against the barrier he’s made around what he really wants. he can be normal.
he knows it’s dean after the first strike, knows his footsteps and his breath and the outline of his shoulders, even now, even in the dark. but sam doesn’t stop fighting, because he’ll have to stop touching dean, and sam can allow himself this one thing, after so long. dean’s leather jacket on sam’s bare arms is making him dizzy, and sam lets dean take him down, the beginning and end of sam’s understanding of desire. a reminder, familiar like dean’s rough palms on his wrists, his weight pinning sam, his shit-eating grin and drawled easy, tiger; sam has never been normal.
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cutemeat · 1 year
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I'm still obsessed with the way these two scenes are honestly very similar, the only difference is the gang doesn't care about Dennis because he's more "stealthy" about being in the closet than Mac was. There is still a written set-up and the punchline to Dennis saying "as a straight man myself... I love pina coladas, but I don't like getting caught in the rain. It ruins my hair. And you know how good I look in leather, [from a deleted scene: and rain ruins leather]." Because in s13 they go out of their way in MFHP to establish the BDSM/bondage/leather scenes in the gay community, so that comment Dennis makes about looking good in leather becomes recontextualized. The very obvious joke, in writing, is that Dennis is very clearly not straight. But the gang doesn't point that out to us the audience the way they used to with Mac. and it's interesting and tragic in a way because Dennis, by his own admittance in s13 Gets New Wheels (Dennis' FOIL ep to Mac's MFHP) when he says "that's a virtue though- stealth", has worked so hard not to be caught (see: in Goes to Hell Pt. 2 he knows all the "gay stereotypes" to avoid that Mac doesn't) and that was for his own survival, in his head, but now it seems like Dennis wishes the gang WOULD point it out- so he doesn't have to come out himself.
It also shows how Mac being out and open about his sexuality is actively shielding Dennis while he's still in the closet which is like. a whole thing lol (which rcgm already wrote a whole episode about that: The Gang Texts) and also kinda validated this in Dee Day when Dennis is standing behind Mac, literally using Mac as a human shield after he has to remove his makeup. hm ...
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chamaleonsoul · 11 months
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Lestat and Armand being insufferable idiots in love in Memnoch The Devil
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stop typecasting jacob elordi as this impossibly hot abusive dominant toxic guy it’s not that interesting and frankly he’s not That good at it. call me when he’s tied up to a radiator prisoners style weeping swollen and ugly
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mrs-kelly · 2 years
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My f/o's love me as I age and change and grow. They love who I am now, and they will love who I become. As time passes, and I become more solid in my identity and comfortable with being myself, they will only grow more and more proud of me and excited to know the pieces of me they couldn't access before. As the years stretch on, even with time apart, they will always love me.
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haunthouse · 8 months
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thinking about how i found someone a couple weeks ago who'd copied my entire personal website exactly for their own website (right down to the images, what each different page looked like, and the hobbies on the 'about me' page), and had it linked on their linkedin account where they claimed to be a software developer as their own work. and i emailed them asking them to take it down, obviously, because what the fuck, right? and i quoted a bit, in my email, from their linkedin post about their (plagiarized) site where they went on about how making "their own" site was an opportunity to let their own gaudy tastes fly free or some shit.
and they replied "lol so embarrassing I had chatgpt write that… ;_;"
followed by three paragraphs of an apology that was obviously, blatantly, also written by chatgpt.
they did take down the website, but like. i'm still astounded by the total lack of regard for other people & the blatant unapologetic plagiarism being used to try to get jobs. also like, the sheer lack of curiosity that goes into doing that — don't you want the satisfaction of making something that's actually yours? don't you want to mess around with things until you figure out something that works?
anyways i think about this every time i see posts defending using chatgpt to write essays or ai art or whatever. this is how you get people who don't care at all about boundaries, who never have to actually develop the emotional depth to articulate an apology themselves, and who never have to respond to the consequences for their actions because hey, they can just make a robot deal with it instead and shield themselves from any guilt, right? you never have to care about what other people are feeling if you can pass all your excuses off to a computer.
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suenitos · 7 months
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2019 george size difference demons smackcam
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more gcbh shitpost art, this time a bit higher quality.
they're sleeping :)
[I.D. A black and white drawing of Bruce Wayne, Minhkhoa Khan, Harvey Dent and Selina Kyle all sleeping on one bed. Selina and Khoa have their heads against Bruce's chest and Harvey is curled up by his legs. END I.D.]
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cupcraft · 1 year
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You know just know you never know the positive impact you have on the people in your life.
Sometimes my friends or family will tell me a bit of advice I gave them, something about our first meeting, or like experiences within our relationship that were really meaningful to them and had a positive impact on them. Half the time I don't even remember saying the thing they described or I remember saying but didn't realize it was a meaningful thing as it was something I could say so easily.
Like with that, you're more important than you know. You may say a simple word of advice or affection, casually introduce two people, or act kindly to someone as you'd usually do and not think anything of it. But sometimes the impact of what you do can be far greater than you realize day to day. So that is to say you matter to those around you. People remember things. You're loved.
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