guy who thinks dreams are broadcast from somewhere (by something?) and shared by everybody. guy who runs into you at the water cooler and is like “hey dude the dreams were crazy last night huh? I bet you loved that one about the airplane”
for the redditors coming here, this is how we spread news of important events in the world, with a Destiel meme
For everybody who’s been here a while and felt like Wiley E. Coyote just after running off the edge of the cliff when they scrolled down to find nothing below
bro did you seriously just talk just as i was getting to the good part of the plot set in the fictional universe that exists only in my mind that i’ve been daydreaming about for the last 5 hours :/
I think we can all agree that reading the perfect fanfiction is one of the best feelings one can experience. But I think we don’t talk enough about the process of finding said fanfiction. Like I am a wine sommelier searching the catacombs of the castle (Ao3) for the perfect wine for my king (me). I will be beheaded if I don’t make the right choice (I’ll be mildly disappointed). But I am a connoiseur, I know exactly what I’m looking for. I enter the catacombs (open Ao3) and make my way to the wine cellar (search for a ship and use filters). I slowly go through every single one of the hundreds of thousands of options like a librarian searching for a book in an endless library. I’m a professional, I will not allow myself to get distracted. I know this place like the back of my hand and I know it’s secrets (tags). I find a fitting bottle and check the label (read the description) I nod to myself, I check the date (when it was last updated). Perfect. Now the most important part, I open the bottle and fill a small crystal glass with the red liquid. I swirl the wine carefully under my nose, breathing in it’s aroma (checking the tags). I smell berries (hurt/comfort) and cinnamon (enemies to lovers) with a hint of caramel (slow burn). I raise the glass to my lips tasting it’s aroma, it’s sweet but it has a stale aftertaste (a tag I don’t like). I go for the next bottle repeating the same ordeal. Again it’s promising, but just not perfect. But I can’t give up. I cannot disappoint my king, for the feast will soon begin (it’s time for bed). I wander deeper into the catacombs, checking bottles left and right. Exhaustion overcomes me (I get slightly sleepy) and I am ready to accept my fate. (No bed time story)
But then, after what feels like forever (10 minutes max) I finally find it, the perfect wine. It’s aroma unlike anything else, a taste even the gods would envy and I know my king will be happy (I’ll read the whole night instead of sleeping)
was in the car with my friend when I saw the car we passed had the license plate “SADNESS” and I went oh wait we gotta slow down so I can get a pic, but every time we went slower the other car also slowed down. so I looked behind us to see what was going on and the passenger also had their phone up and wheezing the same way I was, and that’s when I remembered my friend’s license plate is “LOSSJPG”
if halsey’s drive and colors don’t instantly evoke a visceral reaction that is rooted in deep nostalgia and that inexplicable feeling of being the age you were when badlands was released in you you didn’t do 2015 right
