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a pathetic excuse to stare at that picture for 2 hours

uhhh hate to be that guy but im kinda fucking tired of how yall treat jeremy heere. u just sweep him under the rug constantly. and like, dont get me wrong, yall do that to more than just him but i shouldnt have to struggle to find content about the main character in a show; especially when im literally in his fucking tag! its ridiculous yall!!!

like i get michael is like ur precious baby or whatever but honestly? jeremy kinda went thru worse. like im not down playing what michael went thru and struggles with but one sad song abt a panic attack doesnt match up to like months of physical and emotional abuse :/ and yall r like “protect michael uwu” and shit but i dont see yall trying to protect jeremy :/

also i really hate how in like. every fic there is some big confrontation abt the bathroom incident and how terrible and tramatic it was for michael and it always ends with jeremy taking all the blame. and like. jeremy NEVER gets to speak up about his trauma or deal with it and its never acknowledged in the slightest. which is absolutely unrealistic bc that boy went thru so much shit and its genuinely not fair and its upsetting to watch yall act like he’s just Fine and Dandy. his character and recovery deserve to be explored and talked about as much as michael’s, if not more.

then there is also the weird the obession with making jeremy a jerk??? and sure he kinda did dick things to michael but they are all like, understandable. i get why he did what he did, and im not mad? im sure i would do the same thing (yall also love to ignore with the bathroom incident he was scared, drunk, like literally just sexually harassed and had been on the receiving end of abuse for a few months). but yall out there seriously trying to make him seem like the worst fucking dude to ever exist be he mad michael cry or whateverthefuck. like uhhhh why do u need to make jeremy the bad guy when the squip exists??? the literal antagonist of the show??? an unredeemable computer??? the embodiment of evil imo???

and dont even get me started on how u reduce jeremy to a character whos only traits r michael mell and jacking off. it is annoying as hell. yall focus more on noncanon traits/hcs and fucking shipping him with his best friend than u do actually looking at his chatacter. its not fucking fair and im so fucking angry. sometimes yall hand me a jeremy that i literally cannot recognize bc yall have warped his character so fucking bad. like why did u do this? why did u have to do my baby boy so dirty u dipshits!!!

anyways its like. nearing 2am and im tired and angry so im gonna wrap this up. stop overlooking jeremy heere and stop treating him like he’s gum on the bottom of ur shoe. he’s the main character. its HIS fucking story. step the fuck up yall and let him have the damn spotlight.


Clair de Lune - a film by Lexi Walicke and Amber Manoski


Yuuri has memorized every part of Viktor that he possibly could from afar: the elegant curve from his waist to the tip of his foot, the one curl of unruly hair that could never stay in a ponytail, the confident smirk that the cameras loved, and every one of his costumes, down to each gradient of color.

But the closer he and Viktor got, the more Yuuri noticed details he couldn’t have seen before. Like how he wore the same imported French cologne in public, but would immediately wash it off when he got home and bury his face into Makkachin’s fur, reveling in the pleasant warm dog smell. Or how when a song came on the radio that he liked, he would drum his fingers on any available surface and nod his head to the beat. Or how when he ate his morning oatmeal he would eat it in hearty spoonfuls so quickly it would often burn his tongue.

Yuuri took quiet pride in noticing these details, and memorized them night by night as he fell asleep in Viktor’s arms. One morning he was nudged awake and opened his groggy eyes to Viktor’s soft smile.

“Mm what is it, Viktor?”

“I just wanted to see you wake up.”

Yuuri chuckled and tapped his nose on Viktor’s.

“And why is that?”

“Because it’s a privilege only I can witness. And…” He took in a long, slow breath as he slid his arm down Yuuri’s back and pulled their bodies as close as was possible. “I love you desperately.”

Yuuri chuckled and kissed him.

college au otp prompts that i may or may not want to write, based on my own recent experiences:

  • we’re in general bio discussion and the topic is meiosis and… uh… why is the graduate student instructor telling us that we’re going to act it out? and assigning us all chromosome numbers and telling us to find our homologues for crossing over…? oh hey homologous chromosome, you’re cute.
  • i was sitting in the student union doing a long, boring reading and daydreaming when suddenly it was like something exploded so i looked up like holy shit and you were standing there staring at the bag of chocolate that you just used way too much force to open, and i couldn’t help but laugh at you
  • you were sitting behind me in the lecture hall at 8am and i was looking up pictures of cute puppies and i heard you go awwwww!!!
  • …are you wearing a homestuck hoodie? and do i dare compliment you on it and thus mark myself as homestuck trash too?
  • i’m a forestry major and you keep calling me a forest-tree major and iM GONNA EITHER THROW SOMETHING AT YOU OR KISS YOU TO SHUT YOU UP. haven’t decided which one yet.
  • i walked into the deepest recesses of the library to study for my math midterm and found you crying behind a bookshelf, are… are you okay?
  • we have a mutual friend who sometimes never stops talking about technobabble and we met when we went to dinner with them and you and i kept making eye contact and instantly bonded over our vague smiling and nodding as our friend kept talking. (it’s cool that their stuff makes them happy but we both have no idea what to say)
  • a group of us agreed to go stargazing in the field in the center of campus but wow uh it’s cold out at night, wanna cuddle?
  • i’m at my desk doing homework and you were on my bed doing homework but you fell asleep and now it’s 3 am and i don’t have the heart to wake you to send you back to your dorm, so i’m just gonna get in bed and deal with the awkwardness in the morning because right now i am too tired to think more than three minutes ahead
  • it’s raining and you forgot your umbrella so i offered for us to share but this was a mistake because you’re tall and i am not and the wind is blowing water in my face and goddammit get down here

some of my favourite  joker  fan-designs ;;  WHY ARE THEY SO GOOD? ?  (click on the pictures to see who they belong to ;; ) btw excuse my trashy coloring (especially the first one omg it looks more blond than green)

(The Poem at the end is I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale)

He didn’t know what he expected with the kiss. The universe didn’t change; the sun didn’t shine any brighter; there were no doves or fireworks, nor did a choir start singing. It was just… right. It felt like an injustice to every poetic figure in Nursey’s life. All the cliche metaphors, figurative language spilling together for the symbolism of love, were for naught. All there was was his heart was hammering in his chest; the feeling of Dex’s lips pressed against his own. Dex was a solid weight against him, one he never wanted to let go of.


The words filtered through to him as if they weren’t spoken against his lips, their breaths mingling as he found his own. Derek could scream poetry from the rooftops of what William Pointdexter’s voice symbolized, of the constellations that lived within his skin, how every autumn leaf still does no justice to his eyes, but none of those could come to mind, he was so stuck. Nothing would express this. Dex was so beautiful. He was so fucking beautiful, Derek was helpless to do anything but stare. His hair, his eyes, his smile, everything so profoundly him. He wasn’t a line or stanza of poetry. He wasn’t even a fucking book. No amount of words would ever eloquently represent Dex on paper. That terrified something deep inside of Nursey; the part of him that relied so heavily on words to work out the world to his liking. William was so much more than he would ever be able to express. He’d likely spend forever trying.

His grip on Dex’s arm tightened when he felt him start to move away, to erase any doubt, any lingering evidence that might have proved that this was not a moment he’d be completely content with living in for the rest of forever. “William Pointdexter, you’ve just changed everything,” he said. Dex only rolled his eyes. Before he could say anything on it, Nursey pulled him into another kiss. There would be time for questions and realizations and the fumbling creation of them as a unit later, but for now… Oh plunge me deep in love - put out

My senses, leave me deaf and blind,

Swept by the tempest of your love,

A taper in the rushing wind.