My Chemical Romance Fans When The Band Members Are Friends Who Hang Out Together And Even Occasionally

Still thinking about The Silt Verses (as you do). It's the podcast of all time. It's completely unique, there's nothing else like it. It's the best piece of media I ever came across. Its Horror but the horror was not the important thing. It's about people perpetrating the horror, unable to break free from the system. It's about people turning their back on the system, breaking the cycle and still dying. There was love and kindness and it didn't save them but it mattered. There's so much queer representation in the most beautiful way. It will hit you in the feelings with a sledgehammer in the purest form of carthasis. The Chekovs gun is a crab nuke. There's a bitter old aroace woman who's allowed to be bitter and old and aroace. There's a guy called Chuck Harm. Joe Biden sex coma. It's about late-stage capitalism. It's about family and community and belonging. It's about gifts offered freely. I could write so many essays on how none of it mattered and everything mattered. It's completely rotted my brain, if you couldn't tell by now. The audio quality is fantastic, the voice acting made me cry so often. It's the podcast of all time.

biggest dweebs on the planet are the people who refuse to use the moving walkways in airports like oh you’re too good for vampire speed? you need to prove to everyone that you can perambulate faster than a conveyor belt? grow up!

Considering decorating my station at work with obscure references and then when my clients ask. Hey is that from-" then i know i have the cooliest clients

Seahorses gay and slutty as fuck

They’re just madly in love with their supernatural partners ~

the sweet and humble sudoku: here’s some numbers to get you started :) please enjoy my puzzle <3

the nefarious minesweeper: why don’t you just Guess. fucking Guess.

I don't wanna know your star sign reblog and tell me how many pillows you sleep with and what your favorite kind of cereal is

Almost every retired person i know, has some sort of job to fill their time and to help fund extracurriculars. My grandpa is working part time because he wants a fishing boat, my favorite bank teller runs a pet sitting business, my aunt runs a community garden.

My least favorite things about anti- UBI discourse is always the techbros whining that "nobody is going to work anymore! People will just watch Netflix all day!" and I have 2 responses:

1) Who the fuck cares. Who the fuck cares what people do with their time! That's kind of the fucking point!

2) People aren't going to stop laboring. Housework (look, it's right there in the word!) will still need to be done. So will maintenance on our homes and personal spaces. Children will still need carers, as will the elderly and disabled. There are millions of examples of ~work~ that we do all the time, uncompensated, that won't suddenly stop because we aren't forced to sell our labor to provide corporation's profits.

I'm not surprised that what is traditionally women's work is invisible to these dipshits, but it never fails to anger me.

Anyway. Join the IWW.

Thinking about how one night, now that they’re actually in the same space as one another; Loona off to a party, Blitz will turn on the tv and play some smooth jazz.

He’ll do a little shimmy over to Stolas, cracking a smile as he holds his hands out, asking Stolas to dance with him.

Because Blitz saw at Verosika’s party how delighted and surprised Stolas was that someone had actually asked him to dance and Blitz never got that opportunity. (A very small (large) part of him also wants to show up that ‘bird stealing cock bag’ but that’s neither here nor there.)

Blitz will grab Stolas’s hands so gently, pulling him up out of the kitchen chair, smiling wider at the slight blush on Stolas’s cheeks as he pulls him in front of the couch.

At first, mainly because of their height differences, it’s a bit awkward, figuring out where hands go, but eventually Blitz places his hands on Stolas’s hips and just sways them back and forth, maybe adding a little twirl when he feels bold enough. Stolas runs his hands over Blitz’s horns.

They loose track of time, not even really moving to the beat of the songs anymore, just basking in the fact that they can finally touch one another, finally have a moment of peace to just exist together. To just be them. Just Stolas and Blitz.