i'll be over here pretending ted lasso isn't over yet
my toxic trait is as soon as i watch a movie or read a book i do have to go on ao3 to see what’s out there. not to read fic but just to observe the types of freaks that exist in the world
AU: President Obama falls for part white house intern part rockstar Harry Styles. Obama surprises Harry in the audience of one of his shows and the affair blossoms from there.
Please get this off my dashboard right now immediately
this is the best post on this website
Small orthodox church on Sveta Nedjelja (St, Sunday) island near Petrovac, Montenegro
Bumbercatch when he has to kill Rebecca in the impending class war
#my most controversial ted lasso opinion is that i think bumbercatch is planning on fighting on the. other side. of this class war lmao#man makes millions of pounds a year which is one thing but ALSO he's ‘passionately anti-democratic’?? okay sir… i'm calling that a red flag#it's okay we all have our flaws... love him anyway ♥ @camgoloud
“Amsterdam’s our thing, innit? It’s tradition. It’s like—the anniversary of when you learned to ride a bike. Your bikeversary.” One year on, and they're playing Ajax again, in the fucking Champions League. After, Jamie has plans.
A post-finale Roy/Jamie GET TOGETHER fic ft:
- Local Man dealing with promotion at work he feels WILDLY UNDERQUALIFIED for and also A WORKPLACE CRUSH
- Jamie Tartt: Star Footballer and Amsterdam TOUR GUIDE
- Romantic nighttime BIKE RIDES
- The worldwide appeal of Dutch EDM music
- Doomed ARCTIC EXPLORATIONS of the 16th Century and the VODKA SHOTS they inspire
- The inherent YEARNING of knowing your idol’s CAREER STARS by HEART
- Rated M, 8k words, for a fuck-to-wordcount ratio of 1:63
something that does make me go a little bonkers is thinking about the alien landscapes that exist out there in our universe unseen by living eyes. towering spires of rock and ice under dying red suns. purple skies over tide pools of liquid mercury. mountains higher than everest crumbling into oceans unimaginably vast and deep. diamond rain and storms the size of continents. even if there isn’t any life out there, or if it’s so far away that we’ll never reach it, there’s still so much beauty and wonder and strangeness and a part of me will always be sad i’ll never be able to see it for myself
me circa age 8 staring at the cover art of my mom’s scifi books: i need to go to these places immediately
so excited to post my first post S3 Ted Lasso fic so I can tag it "background Roy Kent/therapy"... OTP IS CANON
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i love medieval towns they're like what if this layout made no sense whatsoever
i must not get mad online. getting mad online is the mind-killer. getting mad online is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face my urge to get mad online. i will permit it to pass over me and through me. and when it has gone past, i will turn the inner eye to see its path. where the getting mad online has gone there will be nothing. only i will remain
as a functional human being, I’m used to just scrolling past when I see dumbfuck opinions on the internet, but jfc you guys make it hard sometimes.
to be clear this is about the frightening overlap between the discourse side of the space necromancy fandom and the people who twist themselves into pretzel to justify russian war crimes








