Wow so Crave were okay if they went more with the nudity in fact they wanted it
the thing is. you couldn't fucking write this. not even in my wildest dreams did i ever think yeah dan and phil are gonna hard launch and then announce a podcast called hard launch and then the next day they post a selfie in bed and then the next day dan tweets fifty times in one afternoon joking about breaking up and then the next day they're spotted filming at the london eye and then the next day they make their first red carpet appearance in seven years and it's at a gay bdsm film and then the next day it's october 19th and then the next day the first episode of the podcast comes out and they talk about a previously untold gay scandal anecdote
The problem with commercial F/M romance is that it's written by the most heterosexual women alive and reading it you feel yourself slowly suffocating from the Gender of it all like a fish in a eutrophying lake. And what we actually need as a culture is F/M written by insane bisexuals violently allergic to heteronormativity
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
i need all the help i can get for finals
Hey so
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.
So you know.
This might be the real one, y’all.
what the hell? i could use some luck *hits reblog*
You know what I could use some luck

I’m visiting my boyfriend in less than a week, ya’ll, I need this<3
we should bring back the supernatural fandom somehow having an extremely specific gif for literally every occasion though
i know you guys are still out there. i know you still have your .gif folders. don't pretend you're not.
you. you get it.
Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.
There is no earthly horror like a highway network. Some vast creature made of death weaves its flesh into the veins of the earth, any creature of the world that wanders errantly onto this vast monster runs risk of being paved over and into the unfeeling flesh like so many dobs of putty under a cruel sculptor's knife. The flesh of hot stone and sorrow seeps its misery into the soil, the air, and the psyche. It whispers cruelty on levels at once inaudible and irrepressible. You get the sense it eats to sate no hunger. You get the sense it kills, and little else.
It is very tempting, if you look at a map of the highway systems of the United States, and then at a slice of a mycelium, to compare the two. The vocabulary doesn't even imply it, rather outright states it. The highway network. The mycelial network. It's right there in the text, demanding comparison, conflation.
People who are not me would perhaps be charitable about this. They would say that, for as dangerous and unnatural as the highway network is, it fulfills many of the same roles as a mycelial network. Nutrients, information, the building blocks of civilization be it made of trees or asphalt, transferred along from where it is made to where it is needed. That there is a beauty in this, too--the deliverymen with their trucks full of packages, the caravanserai of big rigs trundling down the roads in the middle of sleepless nights, seeing stars only they can see.
I'm not a charitable person. Highways grow like cancer across any body of land they can find purchase on. Just because I love the taste of mint does not mean it should be left to seed wherever it likes, just because the infrastructure would allow it. Dig it up from the roots, and hope you don't need to salt the soil.
extremely fucked up that the only way out is through
Yeah okay ill reblog that
i somehow ended up on a radical christian website and this was their system of upvotes and downvotes. Bless.


These are lovely.

There is so much in these pictures that draw the eye that it is almost surreal.
But some things really grabbed me:
Marina Sirtis looks way too comfortable.
Jonathan Frakes gives us a most un-Riker-like pose. Look at those feet.
This guy in the corner. Who does he think he is? He doesn’t get to face palm.
And finally…
Patrick Stewart. Maybe he is upset Gates McFadden is in his chair and is channeling his inner 6-year old. Or is just tired from trying to understand why a Frenchman has a British accent.
Awesome pics
Cant have fucking shit in Detroit
Cant have shit
Okay so door saga
- The only way into my building is through the front door which locks itself when closed. There's a back entrance but it's deadbolted from the inside. This means the only people who can get into the building are me, my cat sitter with the spare keys, and the people living in the other two units.
- The door to MY unit now... has no doorknob. Impossible to get in.
- There is a shared BACK hallway that leads to the shared basement/back entrance. My back door into this hall is always deadbolted. EXCEPT, fortuitously, right now, since neighbor (Molly) in unit 2 had heard Patches meowing when alone and offered to spend some time with her, so I had the cat sitter unlock the bolt.
- This, LUCKILY, means there is A Way into my unit. But it requires getting into the building, then going THROUGH my neighbors' unit into the back hall, then up to my unit.
- Cat sitter is effectively locked out from Patches, and won't be able to get in if not fixed by the next day.
- Text neighbor about predicament. They're willing to look at my door bUT (it's Christmas) they're not home and not getting home until the next day.
- Next day, text for an update but hear nothing. (Neighbors aren't attached to their phones much). Communicate with catsitter saying "okay if I don't hear back from neighbors, maybe you go over and I contact a locksmith who you can let in?" (since cat sitter has the keys to the building)
- Catsitter is very not keen on the idea
- Patches is unaware she's a prisoner.
- Hear back from neighbors. Say they should be home around 5pm.
- Okay... Good Enough... (Patches graze-feeds so Luckily she hasn't missed any meals but we're going on 24 hours of house arrest Patches).
- 6pm comes. 7pm comes. 7:40pm I text asking for an update. Nothing.
- 8:30pm I'm figuring out what friends I can call to break into my own house. Text neighbor again and notice this text doesn't go through.
- Text neighbor's partner being like "hey sorry, can't seem to reach Molly--". Get a text back "Sorry this is Molly on David's phone! My phone died." Family Christmas plans ran late but they're on their way back and will be home soon. Thank goodness.
- 9pm-ish, they get back, give Patches attention and top up her food. I get a text "David fixed your door!" Woo!
- Friday 5pm I finally get home
- Lugging my suitcase up three flights of stairs while I hear Patches meowing like a dying Victorian child
- Shoes off coat off suitcase down fish out keys unlock door grab doorknob
- ...Doorknob falls off
- Falls off right into my hands
- Staring at doorknob. Staring at door. Patches meowing. Shove doorknob against door like an idiot and no it does not go back on.
- Fucking
- Go down flight of stairs, knock on Molly and David's door. David is luckily home. "My doorknob fell off again can I go home"
- David lets me in. I scoot past their dogs and apparently I startled the more nervous one since she apparently tried to nip at me but I didn't even notice because I'm like my cat.
- Get in through the back hall.
- Patches comes bounding over.
- My cat.
- Doesn't even know she was a prisoner.
- Doesn't even know what a doorknob is.
- Later that night receive a text from neighbor apologizing for the dog and I'm like "I Did Not Even Notice."
- Any attempt to leave my house now is perilous until I fix the doorknob.
- Can't even leave my door cracked open because I know Patches is gonna shove her stupid little face through it and become the opposite of a prisoner.
- I wanna go buy a reeces peanut butter cup but by god it's not worth the risk
- I'm gonna try to fix the doorknob
- Or... buy? a new doorknob?
- On Amazon searching "doorknob".
- Merry Christmas
You are completely right because I have now investigated the knob and can confirm the screw holding the knob to bar was loose. I have tightened the screw and it SEEMS fixed but I’m very Fool Me Once on this since my neighbor also thought they’d fixed it.
There is a Home Depot trip in my future. Or maybe an online purchase if Patches would get off my laptop
Merry Christmas I hope I know how to install a doorknob
Complication. Doorknob is here and I tried to install it, but because my door is older than God, the latch-majig (technical term) is offset like an inch higher than the knob. Modern doorknob has the latch LEVEL with the knob.
To swap in the new knob I'd need to cut a new knob-hole an inch higher in the door which
- With what tools
- That would leave an unused gaping doorknob-sized hole in my door which any robber the size of a weasel or smaller will use to rob my home. I don't need fucking Redwall in my home.
- Probably bad for the integrity of the door
- I don't wanna.
I think what I really want is just the knob like above tags said. Like the knob and the rectangular bar, which I can substitute in for my stripped-bare knob and rectangle bar. I WOULD do this with the new knob, but it's got two welded-on spokes poking out from the knob.
I can maybe drill two holes for the spokes in my door...?
(Squinting at shitty amazon listings trying to see if any knobs don't have the two spokes)
(I think the two spokes might be standard.)
Developing new respect for Jesus (carpenter).
In the meantime, because I'd already unscrewed a lot of things I DID take the genius action of flipping my current doorknob around.
This way the side that causes problems is on the INSIDE.
Doorknob fall of while INSIDE house significantly better than doorknob fall off while OUTSIDE.
I'm retightening all the screws.
Patches has offered no solutions.
So it does!
Never heard the term "spindle doorknob" before so I never would have found this on my own.
They're also all labeled "vintage" which extra feels right since my door predates the Cambrian Explosion.
Crowdsourcing my door fix on Tumblr dot com! Doorknob 2.0 is ordered.
At least 4,000 but we still got time
New doorknob should get here tomorrow, but in the meantime things in the notes of this post:
- Several dozen stories of other people getting locked in/out of bathrooms/basements/classrooms/bedrooms/buildings. Extra shout out to the person whose classmate managed to do this twice, in rapid4reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesdweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
- Patches is on my keyboard
- whose classmate managed to do this twice, in rapid succession, to both sides of a classroom door after being saved the first time.
- Several people taking this as a sign to go tighten their doorknob screws, including someone whose knob fell off in their hands while doing this
- 10 or so people reading the "can't have shit in Detroit" meme to mean I live in Detroit. Sorry to confess I'm a fake Detroitite. Doxxing myself by 0.00001% more by informing the world I live in not-Detroit.
- Many many people wondering why I'm not pestering my landlord about this. Truth is my landlord is way too sexy, cool, fashionable, smart, pretty, funny, and popular on Tumblr to it's me. It's me. I'm me I'm my landlord. It's my condo. Including, with immense regret, every single doorknob inside.
- 3 separate professional locksmiths who have reached out offering advice, which is very cool. I have burst into a virtual hardware store clutching my shit doorknob and fainted, only to be caught by three very strong and cool locksmiths rushing to my aid.
- Person with a story of dogsitting a friend's Tibetan Mastiff who managed to knock the entire backdoor down. Taking inspiration from this to train Patches in battering-ram techniques, should she ever get locked inside again.
DOORKNOB
ALSO MY PAPER TOWELS
(Ran out of paper towels)
Old knob coming off.
Wretched thing. Accursed knob of woe.
Get undid
New knob reign by forceful coup. Went to great pains to PRECISELY wait Patches is escaping
Patches retrieved
Anyway GREAT care was taken to ensure both knobs are ALIGNED, EVEN, SCREWED ON, with the wait hang on
Patches retrieved again.
Anyway
DOORKNOB SCREWED ON
KNOB
Still gonna keep the emergency screwdriver in the hall for probably the next month.
In conclusion look at my cat
certified door post






