vibes

"you should be at the club" I should be working on my fanfic

And I never ask for much, but I hope that Logan CRUMBLES and gets HIT by a TORNADO

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to deny location sharing and turn off personalized ads and reject all non-essential cookies and not set up siri and face ID

I had a dream that people started using the 🪷 emoji as a reaction and it was universally understood to mean “kill [] and you will be reincarnated as a lotus blossom.” Like someone would talk about going to the White House and people would spam 🪷🪷🪷 in the replies, and everyone just knew without having to be told that that meant “hey you should assassinate the president.”

actually i'm not done. whilst we're on the topic of aroace eva stratt: imagine you find someone similar to you, someone who proves that you can love life and live with joy regardless of a romantic partner, someone who loves humanity so much and who will do anything to save it. and you think: finally. someone on the same page as me. and as you grow closer you realise how deep that affinity runs. you sacrificed everything for this, and you thought it was a good choice because you were made to believe you didn't have much to sacrifice in the first place. it had to be someone. despite this, you find yourself glad he doesn't have to do the same. and then: the explosion. you have nowhere else to turn but him, the one person who you understand and who maybe understands you. and you don't want to, but it's never been about want. it has to be someone. maybe it makes sense that it was him. neither of you have anyone else, after all. and it's a betrayal when he says no and you have no choice but to betray him in return. and now you're alone again. you don't even have a dog.

she's platonic about it but in my opinion, stratt 100% treats grace as her dead wife. she keeps a tacky fox trinket in her coat pocket. there's a framed photo of him in her study . he's grinning goofily in it (bc he's a dork). new guy like: is that her husband? / no, dumbass, it's dr. ryland grace, 1/3 of the hail mary mission. / oh, fuck. were they... ? / yeah, it's unclear. black-and-white montages of grace messing around in high-level meetings play every time stratt contemplates committing more environmental crimes. she looks up at the night sky and vaguely wonders if he's enjoying his space ramen. that's her dead wife. she killed him.

Hey. Hey, kid, c'mere. Yeah, you. C'mere, kid. You wanna make ten dollas? Alright, I need you to run ovah a couple blocks to the deli down there and tell Tony Lazzano behind the countah that the ancient sigil has been breached and the forces of darkness walk the land once more and that the promised champions have forsaken us. Yeah, ten dollas. Look, kid, you gotta hurry the fuck up, the cops is gonna be here any second

can no one aim