new variant on “your boos mean nothing; I’ve seen what makes you cheer”
oh boy i sure do love having tons of trinkets
the nefarious dust particle:
popular culture used to be very much about eroticism. rockstars used to be on stage in sequins and thongs and thigh high boots playing guitars like they were masturbating. girls used to wear velvet mini dresses and no bras and red-brick-brown lipstick and mascara on their bottom lashes. people used to have body hair on television and in the movies. people used to be sweaty. people used to touch each other over denim and under cotton. foreplay used to be staring at someone over the rim of a glass across a bar across a park across a dinner table. people used to want. i think we’ve lost something
having online friends who are busy is just like. I LOVE YOU. I miss you. YOU GOT THIS. I'm giving you space to work. I LOVE YOU.
Everyone please behold this baby tree:
It's so much smaller than the support posts, they had to secure it with caution tape.
[The aftermath of whatever Miko just did. There’s smoke. Something’s definitely on fire. Possibly multiple things.]
— Miko… how are you not a Decepticon? – Sena the Decepticon's human pet asked, staring at the destruction.
— What? Ew, no! – Miko wrinkled her nose. – I’m way too cool for them.
— But you cause so much chaos. You literally just—what even was your plan here?
— Honestly? I was just winging it.
— That’s even worse! – Sena threw up her hands. – Decepticons have plans! You just… spontaneously combust reality around you!
"Spontaneously combust reality around you!" Oh I'm so stealing that. 😂
Miko is kinda like a chaotic anti-hero on a team of all regular heroes. She's just not as edgy most of the time.
yall gotta learn the difference between "this character is an asshole" and "this character was supposed to be super cool but the author is an asshole" and "this character is a teenage girl who was mean once"
the purpose of friends is to have people who unconditionally hate your shitty exes & relatives. like maybe YOU have a complex relationship with your father but i sure don't. i'm outside his house with a gun. he's not the unforgivable asshole who raised me he's just an unforgivable asshole
This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.