Yes, Jetset Has Some Amazing Deliveries From Gerard! My Favorite Being "Aw Sugar" 😩 Goddamn I Struggle

SOMEONE will advocate for you

Last night there was a part in my dream where I was watching a Danny Gonzalez and Drew Gooden YouTube video. I don't think the video was actually public though. It was like I had access to their b-roll footage and stuff cuz they would say something or do a bit and one of them would say "wait, let's try that again." and they'd retake the shot. I was very excited to witness their process of creation. It just felt so personal.

During filming, Danny had a drink on the desk that he would occasionally sip from and Drew, whether accidentally or intentionally, ended up also drinking from the same straw. The boys found this hilarious, though unhygienic, and Danny wanted Drew to do it again but remarked that only his son drinks after him because they're family. Drew responded by saying it was okay because they're family too. They're boyfriends (jokingly referencing the fanfiction video). Danny corrected him saying, "actually we're married." They were giggling hard and kinda blushing. That's when I started to suspect that what Danny had been drinking the whole time was beer and he, and possibly Drew, were tipsy. I think Danny said something like, "since we're married we should kiss, that way we don't have to worry about sharing germs." At this point, they had scooted much closer to each other and Drew had one arm around Danny's chair. Again, the pretense was that they were joking around but I couldn't help but feel that they had forgotten a camera was recording them.

They started "pretending" to almost kiss. And I put pretending in quotes because by now, I was certain that the joke was over. The only thing stopping them was that they had wives. Their faces were really close to each and they kept whispering something that I unfortunately no longer remember. Drew would cup Danny's face, lean in, then pull away at the last second blushing and giggling. Then Danny would would stroke Drew's cheek and do the same. It was like watching a game of chicken. I could see their minds working overtime trying to decide if they should go through with it or not. The footage abruptly ended on a shot of them centimeters away from brushing lips.

Funny enough, none of this phased me. I just shrugged and figured if they haven't already, they would work through feelings eventually.

When you're still up and it's 3am

@ghostboyhood project to fill the semi-vacant hole of Velvet Goldmine merch inspired me to do the same! What do y'all think of these? Any tips? I love doing silly stuff like this 🤭

Wow this is so beautiful 🥹

Jumping on the @palfriendpatine66 love train, when I first joined Tumblr I saw her as like, the leader of Ewan McGregor Tumblr and looked to her for advice on how to navigate the space. I probably sounded so dumb and still she graciously answered my questions, held space for me to vent about my writing struggles, and for a time was the only person I could gush about Ewan with. She's truly a shining example of how fans should interact with each other and just a genuinely kind person. I look up to her and strive to be as welcoming to newcomers in fandom as she was to me.

Who's the fandom friend you've known the longest?

I think maybe @palfriendpatine66 (if that's okay to call you a friend? 🫣). I wasn't super involved in fandoms before, mostly lurking, but when I started really getting into star wars (again) I read Pining in Preschool and started following @palfriendpatine66 on tumblr, and thanks to their kindness I got the guts to get more actively involved, which is one of the best things that happened to me so huge thanks for that 💙💙

My score is 7/61 making me "definitely gay". What's interesting to me about the quiz is that it reads as more of a "how white are you?" quiz. My first instinct when reading the questions was that they were attributes of whiteness, not straightness. Specifically male whiteness. Like, if someone told me they loved the show Friends, played lacrosse, or sang Mr. Brightside at karaoke, my first thought wouldn't be "You're obviously straight." It'd be, "Sounds about white!" lol

Thanks for tagging me @thousandevilducks

@spirkkock @lostinsnow @crazyfoolish @palfriendpatine66

rb with your straight number

Don't apologize for SHIT! Imma be crazy right there with you, Pal! 😝

I apologize in advance for the level of crazy I’m going to become tomorrow while watching Ewan get his star on the walk of fame (and Hayden speak!).

Vent Post

I'm very obsessed with my body. Unfortunately, not in the self-love way but the self-hate way.

Ewan McGregor, my favorite actor, is also my biggest trigger when it comes to micro analyzing my body. This sucks turds. Like, I'm afraid the solution is to just stop looking at Ewan, stop watching his movies, just act like he doesn't exist.

I'd rather be trampled to death by a herd of horses.

He makes me happy and I love being part of his fan base! Why in the world would I give that up?

But I don't want to constantly compare my body to someone else's either. I don't know what to do, honestly. I feel like I'm at a pivotal moment where I'm still clear-minded enough to recognize that I'm going down an unhealthy road. Which means that I can still change course before I'm consumed with dysregulated thinking. I just don't know what that looks like.

I've had some time to think about it and I'm feeling better!

I reminded myself that I'm the odd one out here. Of course people think I look weird! Just because I love Star Wars and Jedi doesn't mean everyone else feels the same and know what's going on. I'm in the real world not online. The unfortunate truth is that adults who dress up in costumes will always be seen as weirdos/immature/losers etc etc. I signed up for that when I decided to step outside wearing something unconventional. It sucks that I had some negative reactions. But you know what? I've started to have some positive ones too!

A little kid recognized my costume!

I got to take a picture with a coworker who dressed up today for her first time (up till now, I've been the only person in the whole store who's been dressing up) even though she's been scared to do it all week!

An elderly person exclaimed, "WOW, I love your outfit!" When I walked past them and said they wish more people were like me where they're from!

It's been a learning experience and I'm thankful for the reality check. I don't have to play by society's rules, but doing so is gonna make me an outsider. I gotta be okay with that 🤷

Thanks again for y'all's kind words! I love you guys 🫶

I really appreciate you guys. I wore my Jedi costume to work... let's just say my coworkers weren't as supportive as y'all...

I'm genuinely bummed out. I know my costumes aren't good. I don't get them special made or anything. I just use what's in my closet or from the thrift store. This is my third costume this week and I'm starting to realize I was probably being made fun of the entire time.

I know I'm not attractive. I can't help it. I wish I looked good like everyone else. I just like dressing up cuz it's fun. It's silly and makes me happy.

I'll still do Stranger Things tomorrow since it's supposed to be a group costume (even though I'm thinking I'm gonna be left hanging) and after that, I'm not sure...

I'm glad I have y'all. When I start getting down, I think about how y'all were nice to me 💜

Trigger Warning: Suicidal Thoughts

I saw some friends in my dream last night. One of them I haven't talked to in over a year, not for lack of trying. He just doesn't need my friendship anymore. Anyway, he was happy to see me in the dream and we hugged and fellowshipped. I was happy. It was nice.

Been really lonely lately. Been getting beat down by the cruelty of my coworkers. I don't understand why people are so mean. Wish I was stronger so it didn't affect me.

This life isn't worth living.

Feel like shit bothering my moots all the time. Not their fault I don't have a life. How do I explain that this is the only place I have to connect to people? My therapist would say, "Simple, you don't." All in all, I think I'm handling the isolation well.

"I think I'm gonna kill myself. Cause a little suicide." This song by Elton John came on shuffle yesterday... I'm not influential enough or powerful enough or whatever you wanna call it to make the world a better place. This was said as a joke, but I'm starting to believe it's true that the only positive impact I could make is if I go to sleep and never wake up.

Here's hoping.

Twins?

Movie: The Island (2005)

Character: Lincoln Six Echo

Oneshot/Ficlet

Word Count: 382

Synopsis: Lincoln Six Echo encounters twins for the first time.

A/N: I am thinking about making a collection of oneshots for this character centered around his first experiences in the real world. Maybe call it “Firsts” or something. I also want to challenge myself to write a fic once a week so that I can improve my writing.

Lincoln Six Echo was taking a morning stroll on his local park’s walking path. His best friend, Jordan Two Delta, was still asleep when he left the house. Although they normally did everything together, he loved how peaceful she looked while sleeping and didn't want to wake her. He breathed in the fresh morning air and smiled at the joggers that passed him by. At the Institute, the clones participated in daily morning exercises. The harsh overhead lights and frigid air conditioning of the Institute could never compare to the soft glow of the rising sun and the cool gentle breeze of the outside world.

He then saw a woman walking towards him and pushing two large connected chairs with wheels. A "stroller" he remembered learning from Jordan Two Delta who loved talking to mothers at the park. Each chair seated a young child and as the woman drew closer, he noticed the children were dressed in matching outfits. Oh, Jordan is going to love hearing about this! He smiled at the woman and then realized that the children weren't just dressed the same, they looked exactly the same!

"I have never seen a clone this young at the Institute before. And the Institute was destroyed weeks ago, so where did she get a clone?" Lincoln wondered.

The woman smiled back at Lincoln and he stopped her before she passed him.

“Excuse me, ma’am! Your-your child has a clone. How is that possible?”

The woman looked dumbfounded at Lincoln, then at her children, then back at Lincoln before bursting into laughter. “You know what?” She laughed, “I've never heard twins called clones before but I guess they technically are! I'm going to start saying that just to mess with people. You have a good day, sir! And with that, she continued on her way.

Lincoln was just as confused as he was before but he didn't want to chase the lady down for answers. "Twins, she said. Is a twin like a clone but not a clone? What is the difference?" Lincoln pondered. If only McCord was still alive. He always had the answer. Maybe Jordan could help him understand.

"The more I learn about this world the stranger it seems." He thought. Lincoln shook his head and started back home.