Best RPF Ship - FINAL!

right after michael romance broke up they dropped frankie airo into the bong and smoked him. SAD. well theres other rhythm guitarists

the cunt who makes my life decisions (me) and the idiot who has to live with them (also me) somehow have diametrically opposed world views how am i supposed to live like this

i will defend to the grave that literary analysis IS enjoyable and a valid hobby but it's amazing how a hyperfixation on The Character will have you writing essays for fun

day 17: 102exam

- finished 26.5

- got like all questions answered in office hours like sorta

- actually solved an elasticity problem like 75%

- know more about defects and how to solve them

- made flashcards

Ahhhhhh

oh fuck *falls back into old habits* *screen fades to black* *level loading* TIP: your belief that you are incapable of changing for the better will become a self fulfilling prophecy if left unchallenged

Hobie Brown in Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023)

bonus:

Evan is currently trying to make soup out of his brain.

Breakin’ Barty’s heart, looking so good doing it, too.

“A movie—like, ya know. A screen—they have, _fuck_. Mmmph—_popcorn_ and such.”

“Right.”

“And like, icees. You like icees?”

“Blue ones, yeah,” Evan says offhandedly, turning to grab more ink. “You?”

“Well, yeah. Blue ones are the best,” Barty says. “I’m not an idiot.”

“Mhm,” Evan hums. “Sure, whatever you say.”

And Barty gets a moment to let his neck ease, and he’s curled into a ball on the little table, and Evan is looking down at him, really _staring_ at him, and the stem, _oh_, it’s so fucking close to his eye. It feels like Evan is tattooing his eye, just _digging_ around, and it’s not fun.

No, not really.

Fun isn’t the word Barty would use to describe his current predicament.

- by @greenvlvetcouch

A drawing to @greenvlvetcouch 's new rosekiller au fic!! The first chapter dropped today and rEAD IT! Absolutely going insane.

sadbuddies

if nobody else got me i know the transition from may these noises startle you in your sleep to hell above does