I’m not a poet. I’m just a woman.

favorite fran fine outfits → season 2 (pt. 1)

favorite fran fine outfits → season 1

GTKTM: FAVORITE TV SHOW/FILM PER MEMBER ↳ MAMMA MIA! (2008) — by aish (@maddiebuckley)

GTKTM: FAVORITE TV SHOW/FILM PER MEMBER ↳ The Bear — by Mia (@guinevere-pendragons)

i ask you how you are and i'm saying "i love you" i send you a 15 minute voice note and i'm saying "i love you" i remember your coffee order and i'm saying "i love you" i watch the movie you recommended and i'm saying "i love you" i send you a movie you'd love and i'm saying "i love you" i buy the extra large bag to share and i'm saying "i love you" and i'm saying "i love you" and i'm saying "i love you" and i'm saying "i love you"

Johnathan Harker really said "The best I can do is act like I don't know what's going on even tho I do" and acted it out so well that more than a century later people will go as far as reading his diary and still think he doesn't know what's going on

Your honor in my defense I am simply a little rascal

You are allowed to exist alone in public btw. You’re allowed to go to the movies alone and go out to eat alone and hang out in a park alone and go for a walk alone and whatever else. It isn’t weird or creepy, it doesn’t make you lonely or a loser or whatever. You are allowed to just exist as yourself.

sad reality of the fanfic-to-published work economy is that the weirdest people are willing to do it. that's why there's now hundreds of shitty no plot cishet hate-to-love enemies-to-lovers books that are ex reylo fanfic. and it's not even good. that's because the people who wrote book-quality steve/bucky and kirk/spock fic are too normal to think to themselves "i should get this porn published". they're too busy working in local government offices

everyone I am happy to announce that the stevebucky fanfic author I had in mind while writing this post has officially reblogged it.

maeve fly | cj leede

10k follower celebration follow + regina mills | requested by @banrions

imagine you make microwave popcorn and by wild chance every single kernel has the same exact popping point and after like a minute in the microwave the bag instantly fills up with a single earsplitting gunshot noise would that be fucked up or what

*lights a cigar with a match and leans back in my plush leather chair, looking out through the blinds at the city. my fuckin city.*

guy who gets home from being held hostage by another guy and the first thing he does is google “i think i like men”