even for just a few minutes

Me and this guy matched right away and started talking 5 minutes after I got the notification. It was instantaneous and adventurous. We saw each other for a few months, nothing official, just great sex and great conversation. When he told me he was going back to college for a few months, I was devastated that I wouldn’t get to see him till December. After that we never talked again, even after my weeks of trying to get in contact w him. Sometimes I wish it never happened cuz even though we weren’t together in the definitive sense, it left a huge gaping hole in my chest that I will never get to fill again. I got attached to a fuckboy, what else is new?

It sucks that I’ve already met the one. Because I know he is the one for me, but he is 100 miles away. And I am just a teenager without a license, who is begging for one last kiss. Every night I wish you could wrap your arms around me, hold me even if its just for a few minutes. I miss your voice and your smell. You are the one that got away and I want you to come back to me, because you are the one and only.
—  Excerpts of stories ill never finish / #89
We're Okay

For  @heatherdanyel

The original prompt: I need someone to write a fic about Riarkle where they’re at school or something and they have severe weather (tornado maybe?) and no one knows where Riley is. She’s okay but Farkle freaks out until he actually physically sees her

(I actually had to do a little research on this, because where I’m from in NJ, we almost never get tornados. It’s mostly hurricanes for us!)

Everybody’s being crammed into the lower level bathrooms. The tornado is imminent, and every second counts. This isn’t normal for New York. It happens, but not nearly often enough for Farkle to feel even a little calm about it.

There are so many students sitting on the floor of the girls bathroom. Everyone in their group of friends is there except Riley. She had left art class a few minutes before the warning was announced. She mentioned something about going to her locker and something about her phone, but Farkle was distracted so he just nodded in response. He should have paid more attention.

He pulls his phone out of his jacket pocket and texts Riley. He just asks where she is and if she’s okay. But then five minutes goes by, then ten, then thirty. Maya notices him anxiously checking his phone and gives him a worried look, but she says in a hopeful tone, “I’m sure she’s fine. She’s probably just in one of the other bathrooms.”

He knows the tornado is not as severe as it could be, but that doesn’t stop him from thinking about what his final message to Riley would be.

By the way, I’ve been completely in love with you practically my entire life and I just want to hear your laugh one more time.

The thought overwhelms him, and his whole face falls.

They sit there for what seems like forever, but luckily the tornado was not too intense, and the school took minimal damage.

When the teachers say it’s okay for them to leave the bathroom, Farkle hastily rises from the floor and makes his way through the crowd of students. He pushes the bathroom door open harsher than he means to, and then he’s met with what seems like a maze of people in the hallway. A lot of them look shaken up. Some of them look relieved. His eyes are darting in every direction, but he doesn’t see her. He walks to the end of the main hallway, but he still doesn’t see her. Panic sets in. He knows tears are forming in his eyes and it feels like every breath he tries to take gets stuck in his chest.

But then he turns the corner, and there she is.

Riley’s sitting on the floor, leaning against her locker. She looks totally out of it. His attention is drawn to her eyes. They’re filled with new tears, and her cheeks are streaked with old ones. Something in Farkle snaps and he starts running in her direction. He practically throws himself onto the floor next to her and pulls her into a tight embrace. Riley, immediately recognizing who it is, turns and buries her face into his neck and cries.

Farkle gasps for breath as he says, “I couldn’t get to you. I couldn’t hear from you. I couldn’t be with you. ”

Riley pulls away from the hug so she can look at him. “I’m sorry. I told you guys my phone was dead before I left the classroom, but I guess you didn’t hear me. I was in the bathroom next to the gym. Farkle, I’m so sorry,” Riley says between sobs, and then she lets her head fall as she starts crying again.

“Hey, Riley. It’s okay. Look at me,” he says, grabbing her face with both of his hands.

Two more tears fall down her cheeks before she hiccups to a stop, and she looks straight at him.

“This is real. We’re okay. I’m sitting here, and I can see you. You’re right in front of me, so it’s okay.” It seems to comfort her, because she leans back into him for another hug.

She sighs and asks, “What would we do without each other?”

“I think today just gave us an idea of that, no?” Farkle confesses.

It’s one of the scariest thoughts he’s ever had, and he knows that he never wants to feel that way again. His confession from before comes to mind. On the tip of his tongue are the words by the way, but he doesn’t let them leave his lips. Instead, he jokes, “At least now is a good excuse for us to go eat a ton of ice cream.”

Riley laughs at this, and really, that’s all Farkle really needs to hear right now, anyway.

Thanks for reading! I will probably post this on my AO3 as well!

anonymous asked:

Drabble 5 and 19 with jihoon (woozi) please? thank you ❤️

thank you for your request doll! sorry this was a bit short ♡

Jihoon the Bear 
Jihoon (Woozi-Seventeen) Drabble

Prompts:
#5: “What are you staring at?”
#19: “Just hold me, please.”

Originally posted by xiuchens

“Jihoon,” you call and poke your head into the room. You had awoken a few minutes ago and had decided to go make some coffee, knowing that once Jihoon finally did wake up, he was going to need it badly.

The lump on the bed didn’t even stir. You shook your head and smiled as you quietly walked over to the bed. Jihoon’s light brown hair wasn’t even visible, the only thing that you could see was his foot poking out from the side of the comforter. “Jihoon,” you say again, pulling the comforter back, revealing a very cute and sleepy boy. 

Jihoon’s hair was messy and his lips were parted slightly. He was sleeping on his stomach as he often did and had only his pajama bottoms on. “Hey, sleeping beauty. Wake up,” you say, poking his cheek, causing him to grumble and scrunch his nose up, but his eyes stay closed.

Rolling your eyes you lean down and put your lips right against his ear and whisper, “I made coffee.” Leaning back you watch and observe as he stays sleeping for a second and then one eye cracks open. 

“You did?” He asks in a gravelly morning voice. 

You laugh. “Indeed I did, it’s right here.” Pulling the mug off of the bedside table you bring it up to your nose and take a whiff. “Ah…smells so good.”

“Give me that,” he says sitting up abruptly and reaching out to you. Laughing, you hand him the cup and then run your fingers through his crazy hair, smoothing it down a bit. 

Jihoon blows on the hot dark liquid before taking a sip with still half closed eyes. It was unbelievable how hard it was to get him to wake up in the morning, especially if he wasn’t ready quite yet. 

Once he drank most of the coffee, he placed the cup back on the table and then slid back down in the sheets. 

“Oh, no no no,” you scold him, seeing his eyes start to close again. “You open your eyes right this second.”

JIhoon whines. “But, why?”

When you don’t respond he opens his eyes and looks at you, seeing that you have your arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. “What are you staring at?” He asks flashing you his dimpled smile.

“You because you’re like a bear not ready to come out of hibernation!” 

Jihoon laughs and then holds open the covers for you. Sticking his lower lip out at you, he gives you his sleepy puppy dog face. “Just hold me, please.”

You shake your head at him, but then give in and climb under the warm covers, snuggling up to his warm body. Heat is radiating off his bare torso and instantly makes you sleepy again. You were only quiet for a few seconds, but Jihoon hadn’t spoken again and you rolled your eyes with a small chuckle, knowing exactly why he hadn’t. 

Tilting your head slightly back, you look up at him. His eyes are closed again and his breathing is deep and full, chest rising and falling in even increments. Jihoon the bear had fallen back into hibernation once again…


hope you enjoyed ❤

this gif is not mine

-moon☾

okay, i don’t know what’s wrong with me.

i’ve started crying. just watching all these people meeting dan and phil and tyler and josh makes me so happy.

but then, i’ve realised how much they mean to me. dan and phil- they’re so natural, so down-to-earth. how they’re always positive, their personality is just so lovable. tyler and josh. just watching their interviews and how they’re always smiling and joking with each other. i’d love to be like that. i’d love to be happy and always knowing someone’s got my back. honestly, dan, phil, tyler, josh you mean so much to me and i hope one day i can meet them all and say that i’ve achieved my one goal- to be happy, just like they are. tyler and josh- your music makes me cry and smile. dan and phil joking around calms me down, even if it’s just for a few minutes.

they just bring a sense of positivity with them. it’s beautiful.

and one day i wanna be positive like that. i’m gonna make it my goal, just to be happy more often and for everything in life.

maybe one day i’ll meet them. maybe. maybe not.

Self-Care Sunday: 1 May 2016

Welcome, Devotees!

Happy First of May, everyone.  (Warning: NSFW themes and language in the link.)

Taking care of yourself is an important part of taking care of your Gods and Spirits.  Try one of these:

  1. Deity Devotion: Check in with one of your beloved Deities today.  If you practice a form of divination, try using that. Otherwise, take a few minutes to sit or move gently in Their presence.  Meditate on, or contemplate, that Deity and your relationship with Them.  Thank Them for Their presence in your life.
  2. Go Outside: Visit a place outside that helps re-charge you.  Set time aside just for this, even if it’s just fifteen minutes in a corner of your yard where you don’t have to answer the phone or deal with other interruptions.  If you want company, bring company and make it a group outing.  Leave a small gift for the spirits of that place in return for their hospitality and healing.
  3. Self-Improvement: Have you brushed your teeth and washed your face today?  If not, get that done.  You’ll feel much fresher–trust us–and it will help keep you ritually clean, too.

Today in the Hellenic Calendar:

  • Today is the 23rd of the lunar month.
  • No major festivals today, but as we come to the end of the lunar month, we will encounter a three-day period (Thursday through Saturday) that is overall tied to chthonic (Underworld) Deities, entities, and the Dead.  It’s a good time to honor one’s ancestors and engage in chthonic work if that is part of your path.
  • This coming Friday night (6 May at dusk) marks the monthly Dinner of Hekate, and Saturday night (7 May at dusk) marks the Noumenia (the start of the new lunar month).  Next Sunday (8 May), as the first day of the new lunar month, will be a holy day for Apollon Noumenios.
  • If you like incorporating daily hymns into your prayers, Drew Campbell recommends the following prayers for today: To Athene; and To Nike (Victory).

Daily Reminder: If you know of any resources you’d like us to incorporate on our site, or any sites/projects you’d like us to signal boost, send us an ask or fanmail!

ways to go

read here on ao3

rating: mature

warnings: graphic depictions of violence

length: 4.1k

summary: Alec looked up, his eyes filled with agony and met Magnus’ gaze.

One word flitted through his mind: No.

How dare they try and take his Shadowhunter away from him. How dare they stand there and smile as he was dying on the floor. How dare they even for one minute doubt that Magnus wouldn’t destroy all of them with the flick of his wrist.

-

Or: based on the tumblr post “someone please write a fanfic where alec gets hurt and magnus unleashes the full spectrum of his power and just decimates everyone in his path with the flick of a wrist”

this was based off of @magsbanes tumblr post from a few days ago so hope i did it justice!

A 75 years orbit.

The explorer sat on the top of a small hill right at the outskirts of The City of Progress, hugging one knee and resting a hand and his chin atop of it as he watched the last minutes of the day turn into dawn as the first stars started to appear in the darkening sky.

He had always liked this particular moment of the day.

Many times Ezreal had come to that same spot to simply marvel at the beauty the city light’s forbid him of and that no one else seem to care about expect for a few academics. In retrospective, maybe it was just the real life representation of a truth he knew about since forever.

He was an outsider even in his own hometown. And being all alone up in a cliff, looking at the stars who were just as lonely as him even if from his perspective they seemed close, was just a metaphor to how different his interests were compared to the city’s. How much of a stranger he was just because he was a ‘wild spirit’ (as he had been called many times) that wanted to swim against the tide of culture and even time to understand and recover the past while the rest of his people were focused on the future.

The blond wondered if any of his friends ever thought of him as a star, a ball of plasma and gas burning away just millions of years out of their reach. Perhaps they thought of him as a comet. After all the press -did- make a huge deal about him coming home after months gone, and even his stay was temporary compared to the months and months he spent out in the wild researching who knows what and following the trails of a newly found dead civilization that had caught his attention.

A comet. Perhaps he was kind of a comet. Always coming back just to go away, and even when he seemed the closest he was kilometers and kilometers away, unreachable and distant.

Ezreal wonders if this is just a side effect of his own personality, or if his job (his passion, his reason of being who he is and doing what he does) had led him to that solitary orbit in outer space. Or in the outskirts of Piltover, to give some sense to the metaphor.

The Piltovian didn’t consider himself lonely (it surely didn’t feel that way), perhaps a little detached and always more interested on what he did not know than what he had. Perhaps his fault was taking his friends for granted; When was the last time he actually sat down to talk with Vi, Cait,Jayce or Lux about the things they liked? They never seemed to bother though, just taking pleasure of watching his eyes light up whenever they asked about his new discovery and talked endlessly about it.

If he didn’t see one of his friends for sometimes even a year because they were away the-gods-knew-where and he didn’t know about their luck, Ezreal was sure he would let them talk as much as they wanted. Maybe as a reminder that they were alive in that moment, next to him.

Breathe in, breathe out.

The last rays of sunlight hit him, and the stars above take rein of the moonless night.

Its nice to know that even if he goes away in a 75 year orbit, there will be people to welcome him back.

And that’s what makes them ‘home’.

5

Did it again. The Original High Tour in Hamburg, Germany on April 27th, 2016.

And you can tell it was something so special to me. Seeing him in Amstedam with this show was already crazy enough, but seeing him in my own country literally made me lose my shit even more.

I arrived in Hamburg on Tuesday and met two of my friends there. We didn’t do much that day, we just checked out the venue and had some fun at the Reeperbahn.

We got up at around 6am and started queueing a 7am. Just a few minutes after us, Adda came and it was great meeting you girl :) And so with that 12 hours of queueing began. It was legit horrible. It was so cold, I was freezing to death! And in addition, it also rained like 80% of the time. It was frustrating. But I saw Adam at the end of the day, so it was worth it.

At this point I also want to give a shoutout to the support act “Eveline”. They are amazing and I’m glad I got to see them live!

The show was beyond anything I expected. You can’t ever expect anything from Adam anyway, because he tops it anytime, but this show literally blew me away. As of now while I’m writing this, I saw three shows of the tour and Hamburg was my favorite so far. Even though he left out some of my favorite songs, he was on fire! He was sooo naughty and playful, I had so much fun just listening to him talking! He said some stuff in German and I swear it was the cutest thing in the world, I’m still crying haha. 

Even though I was third/fourth row or something, it was still one hell of an experience with people that mean the world to me. I actually was kinda scared to be this ‘far’ away from the stage, but it wasn’t bad at all. I enjoyed every second and I wouldn’t change anything about it. 

So, at ths point I just want to say thank you again to everyone. Thanks to the people I met for the  first time, and thanks to the people I’ve been rocking some shows with in the past already. And thank you to you Adam, thank you for making me feel like I arrived at home whenever I see you.

anonymous asked:

I'be had the roughest 24 hours ever. I'm getting kicked out of my parents house because my lifestyle (LGBT) doesn't line up with their beliefs. Can I pretty please have the most sappiest, lovey dovey, Sterek story where Stiles just showers Derek in absolute, 100%, most feely, craziest love he's ever be given since his mother died in the fire? Or maybe even a link to a fic like that? Anything would do really

*snuggles you* I am here if you need to talk, okay? I’m not entirely sure if this is what you had in mind, but it is sappy and lovey dovey and all about Derek getting nice things, so I hope it makes you smile, even if just for a few minutes. 

“Happy Derek Day!” Stiles yells.

Derek opens one eye, and then the other, sighing. Why can Stiles never just stay in bed and spoon him like a normal person? Why does there always have to be things? “Happy – what?”

“Derek Day!” Stiles says again, grinning, waving a giant box in front him like the five year old he is. Twenty three, Derek’s ass.

Blinking again, Derek stares at the box, noticing it for the first time. It’s big, for one; wrapped in soft pink tissue paper with little kittens chasing blue balls of yarn on it. It’s…cute. Derek isn’t sure whether to be wary or excited about it.

“I don’t know what that means,” he eventually says, trying and failing to look away from the box.

He kind of wants to touch it, but he’s afraid what might happen if he does. The last time he opened a pink box, Laura jumped out of it wearing a vampire mask, scaring the hell out of him. He was six. It took several cupcakes and cuddles from his mom just to calm him down. Derek knows he isn’t six anymore, but that shit stays with you and he’s pretty sure there aren’t any cupcakes on standby if something bad does happen.

“It means, dumbass,” Stiles says, jumping onto the bed, “this day is all about you!”

Derek frowns, sitting up a little. “Why?”

Stiles splutters, looking offended. “Why? Do I need a reason to shower my boyfriend with love and adoring affection?”

Derek squints. He may not pride himself in his ability to read people. Gods know no one should pride Derek on that, he thinks sadly, but he knows Stiles. He knows. “Just tell me what you did wrong, Stiles.”

Stiles narrows his eyes but the outrage on his face falters a second later, a flicker of guilt replacing it. Derek wants to smirk, feeling smug, but –

“Ugh, fine. I may have accidentally washed my red hoodie with your white workout vests, okay? But in my defence, pink looks great on you.”

Pink looks-

“How is that a defence?”

Stiles sighs, long and suffering and dramatic. “It just is, Derek. Look, I’d give you a blow job to say sorry. After all, my morning blow jobs are the best blow jobs. You can’t argue. Your words, not mine, but I think you’re going to like this even better.” He waves the box again, like it’s an optical illusion and Stiles is the world’s most excitable magician.

As Derek said, five.

“Should I be worried?” Derek asks, sitting up fully, taking the box from him.

“Derek-” Stiles starts, only to lean in and kiss him softly on the mouth instead of finishing.

It catches Derek off guard and he blushes, looking down, only to have his chin tilted back up by two, gentle fingers.

“It’s nothing bad. I wouldn’t do that to you,” Stiles whispers, kissing him again. “I promise, Der.”

“I know. Sorry, I-”

“Don’t be. I get it. This – you and me – we’re a learning curve.”

Derek swallows. “I guess.”

“Yeah, well, I know.” Stiles rolls his eyes. “Let that be enough.”

It’s a question – nervous – not the statement Derek knows Stiles wants it to be and Derek nods, because it is enough. Stiles is enough and perfect at the same time, and it scares him as much as it comforts him most days.

Learning curve. Right.

Rolling his eyes in return, although mostly for show, Derek carefully begins to open the box.

Keep reading

5

You never know what a day on the Monterey Bay will bring! 

Gray whales migrate through Monterey Bay on their way to feed in Alaska after breeding in the lagoons of Baja California, Mexico. Thanks to staffer Jasmine, we got some gray-t video of a whale of a good time spotted from our back deck! 

This particular mom and calf came in on the near-side of the kelp forest in 30 feet/10 meters of water— just over half of mom’s full size! After being born in the warm waters of the Baja Peninsula, this is the calf’s first trip north through the bay.

Mom was being very cautious, hugging the coastline to hide in the thick kelp forest from the hungry orcas patrolling the area. After a few minutes, this new gray whale family ventured off on their first and only 16,000 mile/26,000 kilometer round-trip journey together.

Even though this video shows a peaceful moment for mom and calf, traveling through the bay is perilous this time of year. Not every calf has been quite as lucky as this one. Lots of orcas have arrived to hunt young calves, as a part of the ocean’s plus-sized circle of life.

In fact, we witnessed the other side of this story from the back deck last week, as you can see in the raw Periscope feed of a pod of orcas hunting a baby gray whale:

The wild Monterey Bay is a never-ending source of heart-warming encounters and humbling natural events. As we work to help conserve the world ocean, being able to witness the pulse of the planet from our back deck reminds us of the natural world we are a part of, and not separate from. 

Context: My group took the Skulls and Shackles Pathfinder Adventure Path and manipulated it into a DnD 5e campaign. In this particular session, things weren’t going too great. Over the course of a single in-game night, the ranger was forced into beating another crew member senseless, one rogue got harpooned to a door, and the other rogue had to mercy-kill the one that got harpooned. 

Rogue who didn’t die (we’ll call him Rogue 1): This is just the night of mental trauma.

Ranger: Well I mean, Blade did get harpooned to a door. That is some serious physical trauma too. That is definitely a thing that happened. 

Rogue 1: I’m going to go use investigate to see what happened 

DM: You see the entirety of the situation 

Rogue 1: I didn’t even roll 

DM: He is HARPOONED TO A DOOR. YOU DON’T NEED TO ROLL TO SEE THAT 

(A few minutes later)

Ranger: So instead of rolling a new character, you want to just become a ghost and haunt the ship? (Me)

DM: You say that like it’s a thing he can’t do. 

Rogue 1: So how would you feel if I cannibalized you? 

Rogue 2: I WILL haunt you 

I think the main reason why I’m still not even slightly tired of oats, even after five years of eating them for breakfast almost every day, is that there are SO many different delicious ways to prepare and eat them.
For the past few weeks I’ve been making them like this and I’m loving it so much:
1. In a bowl, grate one apple and mix with 60g oats, 1 tbs chia seeds, 1 tbs flax seeds and cinnamon.
2. Pour boiling/hot water over it. Just as much for the oats to be completely covered. Stir with a fork so the chia seeds don’t form into a clump.
3. Let it soak for a few minutes then eat with your favourite toppings (in my case: fruit, peanut butter and maple syrup).

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some johnlock bedtime headcanons:

  • john looking adorable in his pj’s without even trying, just wearing some plaid pajama bottoms and a comfy grey sweatshirt but sherlock thinking he is the softest cutest thing ever
  • sherlock trying to stay up to work on a case but reluctantly yawning every few minutes and john smiling to himself before gently helping a sleepy, slightly grumpy sherlock to bed
  • john getting a bit chilly in the bedroom and sherlock lending him his dressing gown, making both of them giggle like crazy cuz it’s so long on john 
  • the two of them watching a movie in bed and sherlock making comments about the film until he tires himself out
  • sherlock rambling about a case while john does his nighttime routine in the bathroom and when john’s all done he brushes through sherlock’s hair as he’s talking, nodding along while mumbling to himself about trying to keep the knots out of sherlock’s curls
  • john sitting up against the headboard reading a novel and sherlock curling up by his side and resting his head on his thigh and john running his fingers through sherlock’s hair until he falls asleep

Reaction videos are fucking cancer.

I’ve tried to ignore them and give them the benefit of the doubt but they suck on multiple fronts.

  • Reaction videos require no effort. “Yes they do!” no, fuck you, they don’t, especially if you wanna speak relatively compared to what they typically react to. A fucking LET’S PLAY requires more effort to produce. Reaction videos are done because they’re fucking cheap–a 3 minute video takes 3 minutes to record. A 3 minute animation? Maybe 3 weeks, give or take a few months.
  • Many are questionably walking the line of fair use–many try to have the original content take up most of the screen, don’t edit the original content or cut it up to showcase just their reactions, there have even been some cases where they turn down their own volume so you can hear the original.
  • Not to mention many reaction videos are just fucking stupid to begin with, with someone never uttering a single word and just staring vapidly at a screen, but hey, that’s just my opinion. If you like that trash more power to you I guess?
  • But the real kicker in all this? We have reached the point where more of the related videos on ACTUAL content are now reactions to said content, instead of new, similar content. Reactionists at this point are starting to stifle content on Youtube. This is the exact same shit that was cancer with the reply girls on Youtube years back.

Videos on Youtube rely heavily on relation and suggestion. This mass influx of reaction videos is starting to knock actually relevant videos out of relevancy. It used to not be as bad before, when this wasn’t a fad, but it’s starting to get immensely troubling and is already having adverse affects.

Fuck ‘reactionists.’

When we next see the Whos two years later in How The Grinch Stole Christmas, they’re immediately described as incredibly noisy people. And they aren’t just noisy at Christmas. It’s not like they sing carols for a few minutes and then go back to being quiet. If they did that, The Grinch probably could’ve just put in a few earplugs and moved on with his life, instead of slowly descending into insanity like he’s Dr. Seuss’ version of Gollum.

They’re noisy all the time. Every single present that kids in Whoville get is some type of noisemaker. They have tubas so massive that they take six people to play, elaborate drums that play an entire kit at once, and even play a version of lacrosse that has been inexplicably modified to involve as much screaming as possible. You earn points when your opponents’ inner ears start to bleed.

The Grinch hates Christmas, but that’s just because it’s a little bit worse than usual. The Whos are like this all year-round, which is probably why he lives on a mountain outside of town.

This is a huge cultural shift. These people were once so quiet that if one person shouted, they could overpower the entire planet. But a near-genocide has turned these quiet, modest people into terrible neighbors who can’t go three seconds without banging a drum.

The Genocide Plot You Never Noticed In The Grinch

Some of my favorite things tumblr does
  • crashes your browser if theres more than four gifs on the page
  • plays vines whether or not you clicked on them
  • if you try to like or reblog a post before the page finishes loading, it opens a new tab to do it on
  • just stops all the buttons from working suddenly, including the back button and links in your toolbar until you switch tabs
  • makes you wait for the post button to load sometimes, sometimes for more than a few minutes
  • just.. endlessly load a page even though everything is loaded, rapidly hiking your browsers CPU usage
  • doesn’t put certain people you follow’s posts on your dash ever, even if you unfollow/follow them again
  • doesn’t play audio posts ever
  • tries to make you feel bad for it when it does something wrong with bullshit “oh no, im sorry something broke, I’ll try harder next time :(” error messages