Title: Matchmaking
Summary: “Look, that was not my fault,” says a deep voice, crackling over the mic. Bucky jumps and clutches at his chest, heart pounding.
“Holy shit, you’re using the in game chat?” Bucky croaks. No one uses Destiny’s in game chat.
Word Count: 34k
Rating: PG-13
my concerning but (mostly) harmless coping mechanism for when I’m sad is to watch Free Willy and Blackfish back to back
No one will notice we’re gone…
So glad I’m not the only one who immediately thought of Martin Luther
Did you know that the Vatican says you spend less time in purgatory if you follow the Pope on Twitter
PAYING MY INDULGENCES IN CLOUT
The Beatles biggest secret
Wow idk if I’m just in an angsty phase or something but I’m feelin this
Anaïs Nin, from “The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1955–1966”
I’m really grateful for how randomly invested I was in Greek mythology, because I feel like it really desensitized me to nudity in the world in general (especially considering how literally advertisers take “sex sells” in America), but more specifically in art. I know there are a lot of people who might not be able to appreciate drawings, paintings, or statues because of the nudity so I’m proud of younger me for just not caring because now I get to see cool art like this and instead of turning into some like middle aged prudish Karen I can just see this and be like, “Wow the person who made this is talented! I really like this style!” So yeah, art is better if you don’t instill mental restrictions to the art that you consume. Haha sorry rant over, but yeah, this is pretty!
statues from Musée d’Orsay I drew a while ago
No Way Home screening was cancelled due to sound issues and saw this in the lobby