#whipped

“John Wick Is So Tired” by Kyra Wilder in The Paris Review #243

Morning

by Frank O’Hara

I’ve got to tell you how I love you always I think of it on grey mornings with death in my mouth the tea is never hot enough then and the cigarette dry the maroon robe chills me I need you and look out the window at the noiseless snow At night on the dock the buses glow like clouds and I am lonely thinking of flutes I miss you always when I go to the beach the sand is wet with tears that seem mine although I never weep and hold you in my heart with a very real humor you’d be proud of the parking lot is crowded and I stand rattling my keys the car is empty as a bicycle what are you doing now where did you eat your lunch and were there lots of anchovies it is difficult to think of you without me in the sentence you depress me when you are alone Last night the stars were numerous and today snow is their calling card I’ll not be cordial there is nothing that distracts me music is only a crossword puzzle do you know how it is when you are the only passenger if there is a place further from me I beg you do not go

Good to see you, kid.

literally believe the two main signs that despite a progressive veneer we are living in an era of increasingly entrenched gender role stereotypes are a) constant bombardment of women with advertising and other content designed to make you hate your face and body and feel invisibly surveilled b) they won’t let spock wear eyeshadow on tv anymore

Why you got to be so rough?

The bestest friends

[text id: After The Threesome, They Both Take You Home by Sue Hyon Bae

even though it's so very late and they have to report to their jobs in a few hours, they both get in the car, one driving, one shotgun, you in the back like a child needing a drive to settle into sleep, even though one could drive and the other sleep, because they can't sleep without each other, they'd rather drive you across the city rather than be apart for half an hour, the office buildings lit pointlessly beautiful for nobody except you to admire their reflections in the water, the lovers too busy talking about that colleague they don't like, tomorrow's dinner plans, how once they bought peaches on a road trip and ate and ate until they could taste it in each other's pores, they get out of car together to kiss you goodnight, you who have perfected the ghost goodbye, exiting gatherings noiselessly, leaving only a dahlia-scented perfume, your ribcage compressing to slide through doors ajar and untouched, yesterday you were a flash of white in a pigeon's blinking eye, in the day few hours old you stand solid and full of other people's love for each other spilling over, warm leftovers.

/end id.]

if i was an assassin in the john wick universe and i saw an open contract for mr john wick himself well i’d just lock my penthouse apartment up and open a bottle of wine, make myself a nice dinner, and let everyone else get killed by the baba yaga. that’s just me though

tfw you miss 4 movies worth of scenes where independent assassins who are their own bosses get john wick’s multi million dollar kill bounty on their phones and immediately launch full scale attacks on him

FROM: platonic maleshapedgenderlessbeings@amazon.com

SUBJECT LINE: NEIL IS FUCKING FURIOUS!

Dear Viewer,

A multi-week lead up to Amazon’s Good Omens season 2 was UPSET by CORPORATE LEAKS and DISINGENUOUS FAN ACTIVITY. NEIL GAIMAN is FURIOUS!! We ask YOU to TAKE A STAND against LEAKS that disrupt the SANCTITY of STREAMING TV!

tfw neil gaiman is in the wga

AND WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING ????

“Thinks they saw” oh ho ho …… tell me the context around this scene is going to be QUITE bad without telling me that the context is going to be quite bad

this is good for everyone as a collective guys. the cw is bankrupt jensen is desperate to get his little show back on air misha collins is unemployed and they’re putting gay angels on streaming services. rising tide lifts all boats this is how we win