The descent into (fandom) hell is easy

This blog is my adult version of cutting pictures out of magazines and glueing them on to paper

it’s 2013 and i still can’t teleport to other countries to hang out with my internet friends is this some kind of joke

reblog to diminish the horrors from the person you reblogged from

you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself

i hate when apps know that i’m screenshotting something. when i screenshot something, that’s me acting outside your realm of understanding, app. i am beyond what you consider the observable universe. you’re not supposed to perceive me. we don’t know when god screenshots the earth. we don’t know when he’s like, “okay i’m just gonna take a pic in case i ever want to add dinosaurs back to something later and don’t remember how.” and if we did, we wouldn’t act all smug about it like, “hey, you wanna share that post? you could just click here to share it.” no, man. you didn’t catch me. i screenshotted this for my own reasons. what’s next? i can’t take a photo of my computer screen with my phone out of laziness without being shamed by the printer i don’t own?

Can we talk about how both David and Grigori are on the right side of the frame, Yuna is to the left of Shane- but to the left of Ilya is just a sharp drop.

fuckkkk my sacrificial lamb has started hanging out with the scapegoat

it’s weird that professional letters are supposed to start with “dear.” i don’t even call my mom that

my darling hiring manager. my springtime rose. if hired i will bring a strong work ethic to this position

for all their talk about "now anyone can make art", they don't actually want to make art, they just want to have art

all i want for 2026 is that gigantic rancid AI bubble to finally burst in such a catastrophic way that the consequences will be so good and i'll never have to see another AI generated image ever again

like to charge, reblog to cast

Ilya cannot commit to a lockscreen so he has a full album of pictures that rotate. Pictures of him and Shane looking happy and disgustingly in love, pictures from Shane's photoshoots where he looks mouthwateringly hot, a couple of pictures of Anya though Shane is also featured in some of them, pictures of Shane at various events looking distinguished and dapper and also still so hot, a few from their wedding day. Every time he picks up his phone and sees that the picture has switched he gets a soft little smile on his face, just taking a moment to look at it before unlocking his phone, heart eyes on full display. It's a running joke among the Centaurs that if Shane isn't around on a night out, Roz is not allowed to look at his phone or he's going home immediately.

Shane's lockscreen is Ilya grinning at the camera, still in hockey gear, hair damp with sweat, his lip split and bleeding from a fight on the ice.