veni, vidi, vibe check baby

the best fic you have ever read in your entire fucking stupid life: written by anonymous

when the really good fic author only has 1 story for each of their 35 fandoms. see you in another life brother.

sometimes you just gotta fuck up your sleep schedule by reading all 100k words of a fic you're not even enjoying, and don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise

this is going around twitter rn but im also super curious: please tell me your top four comfort movies that you’re always down to watch bc my friend thinks mine are ridiculous and now we’ve realised everyone’s version of “comfort” is hilariously different

i have deep admiration for jeremy knox because he has mommy issues, daddy issues, stepdad issues, grandpa issues, sibling issues, ex boyfriend issues, law student issues… and instead of driving straight into a cliff, he dyes his hair blonde and fucks around with pretty boys!!

i know ilya is dyyyyying to bling shane out he’s typing cartier dot com into his iphone the moment he gets out of shanes car from the cottage after they get married he buys shane a four carat engagement ring that he knows shane will never ever wear but he likes to bring it out occasionally and slip it on shanes finger when they’re cooking so shane’s ring finger is weighed down while he’s chopping carrots into oblongs he one time is seriously in dm talks with an instagram chain artist to get shane an iced out cuban link with ‘24’ in diamonds before shane talks him out of it saying its literally a down payment for a house and ilyas like baby you are worth it. you are worth more. yuna and shane have that conversation from gilmore girls where shane is like “he bought me this bag…i think its called a birkin” and yunas like “a birkin bag? a birkin bag! a birkin bag for shane…” shane goes home and is like dont buy me fucking million dollar purses and ilya sulks that he’s spent years putting down money with his sales associate at hermes to get this opportunity shane asks if he bought all his girls a birkin and ilya very seriously responds you buy dior for your hoes. you only buy your wife a birkin. when shane finally breaks through his prison of masculinity he wears a tasteful curated selection of jewellery (a paperclip chain bracelet, a t-bar necklace and his wedding ring) that he only finds out the collective price of when a twitter account does some googling and finds out he’s wearing hundreds of thousands worth of white gold. shane’s version of this is wordlessly paying ilyas parking fines as they come in the mail