It Was Psycho For Me

hey reblog if you believe that having a different romantic orientation than your sexual orientation is perfectly okay and valid. i want to see something.

VOTE HIM OUT

Trump’s Claim on Handling a Pandemic

Not trying to spread hate or anything but the one thing I hate about tumblr is that it's full of cats. Cat pics, cat people, just generally too many cats.

Okay, this never happens. I just sat down for a solid 3 and a half hours and wrote a fic from start to end in a draft format that closely resembles mid-draft as opposed to first draft. My concentration never wavered.

I’m afraid

Some string orchestra should do a cover of Magic in the Hamptons

Nick Miller is the Cat in the Hat. My mind will not be changed.

Smart Kids (a poem)

Special, gifted, going places... That's what they tell you.

And when there are test scores and reading levels to see how you compare, you start to believe it.

Your friends treat you like a genius and you pretend not to care. But as the class size grows the spotlight is to share.

And as the arbitrary markers begin to disappear, you start to wonder... it fills you with fear. How your genius is no longer recognized by your peers.

You are simply another person. With strengths and weaknesses like anyone else. You are not special or smart, If anything you're idiotic and overemotional.

When the common markers of success begin to flea your talent diminishes. your accomplishments seems mall as a pea.

You realize you were one of many "smart kids" in the class. You realize that your superiority was never meant to last.

When a dictator and a revolutionary fall in love (a poem)

She's fiery, she's passionate. To him that's hot. She's smart and stimulating She has big bold dreams.

He doesn't mind. He's a benevolent dictator after all. And he needs an impressive left hand at his side.

He's charming and exciting. To her that's hot. He's intelligent and funny He has a remarkable power to understand and sway people.

She doesn't mind. He's only a benevolent dictator after all (how dangerous is that?) She needs a powerful personality to build support for the revolution.

She is idealism. He is reality. Both are brilliant...in opposite realms. After sex, laughter, and stimulating conversation, this looks like balance. Like shared goals.

Until she wants to destroy the world order and he wants to rule it.

As agendas shift they strain each other. He won't back her radical schemes. She won't fall in line with his regime.

They tried to break it off like diplomats, but alas neither of them were. They're a dictator and a revolutionary. Natural enemies, no matter how similar.

There was a spark, there was a flame and they thought they were fighting their battles together. But when it all went up in smoke they look up and saw the bombs they launched at each other.

“Gosh, you really are a Maximoff. Otherwise, none of this would be nearly as dramatic.”

- Agatha Harkness

If your workout playlist is NOT a rock workout playlist with AC/DC and the like than it must include the song “Pump It” by the Black Eyed Peas. I will be taking no criticism; these are the rules.