Interviewer: So Andrew, I Heard That You Learned How To Play Exy While In Juvie. What Made You Decide

Rules for the road when traveling in northern Europe

Memorize your route. Your map can and will lie.

Take the safest roads.

Mountain passes shift between our world and another - do not leave your car when you are crossing a mountain pass.

If you see something you believe to be a bear, do not photograph it.

The snow does strange things to our eyes.

Borders shift.

Do not speak to anyone you meet further than a kilometer from the nearest building.

Not everything that appears to be human is.

You may eat at rest stops but leave as soon as possible. If there are no other guests there, leave immediately.

Don’t listen to birdsongs for too long - they will start to tell you things you’d rather not hear.

There are no shortcuts.

Something is looking at you, but it is indifferent to your existence.

The things beneath the soil would rather stay undisturbed. Don’t dig.

Bring a mirror and a clear head.

Leave all religious items at home. They will make a scent trail.

There is a reason we fear wolves, but it isn’t the one you think.

Do not touch scissors on the ground. Ever.

The wind will bite you. Cover up.

The longer you spend in the woods, the stranger the air gets.

Stay calm.

Never approach old houses.

If there is mist on the ground, do not be afraid.

Windmills are further away than they seem.

Don’t look into lakes.

Some farms don’t always exist. Don’t worry if you can’t find it on your return trip.

Don’t drink slow-running river water. If you do, there will invariably be a dead animal upstream.

Bridges are sacred places. Do not disrespect them.

Avoid wetlands.

There are no children out here, only false ones.

If you suddenly get lost, stay very still.

beloved exy boyfriends 🤲

at some point i WILL write a jean/cat/laila pov of jeremy's faser hook up

because like do you think the room was really quiet and intense that night? laila and cat doing their best to keep it light but jean noticeably quiet and watching the door waiting for jeremy to come back. until he eventually gives up and says he's going to sleep and then laila gets jeremy's text and jean pretends to be sleeping but he hears her quietly saying she needs to go get jeremy and he can hear the disapproval and disappointment in her tone. jean hears cat say she'll watch over him until laila gets back and then laila's gone and it's just cat and jean and jean closes his eyes and tries to sleep. pretends he doesn't care. laila will bring jeremy back. everything's fine.

but it's not.

because there's still missing truths and there's the teasing about drugs and parties and jean said he would protect jeremy tonight. but he let him leave. he couldn't force him to stay. what else was he supposed to do. then he hears a quiet knock. cat's up in a second but the door opens. jean gets up too but stays out of sight. he can hear their voices. cat's "what the fuck jeremy?" is all he needs before he's moving, catching sight of bruises on jeremy's tanned skin. it looks wrong. it looks ugly. it looks painful.

he promised to protect him. he didn't.

You can only reblog this today.

Some words to use when writing things:

winking

clenching

pulsing

fluttering

contracting

twitching

sucking

quivering

pulsating

throbbing

beating

thumping

thudding

pounding

humming

palpitate

vibrate

grinding

crushing

hammering

lashing

knocking

driving

thrusting

pushing

force

injecting

filling

dilate

stretching

lingering

expanding

bouncing

reaming

elongate

enlarge

unfolding

yielding

sternly

firmly

tightly 

harshly

thoroughly

consistently

precision

accuracy

carefully

demanding

strictly

restriction

meticulously

scrupulously

rigorously

rim

edge

lip

circle

band

encircling

enclosing

surrounding

piercing

curl

lock

twist

coil

spiral

whorl

dip

wet

soak

madly

wildly

noisily

rowdily

rambunctiously

decadent

degenerate

immoral

indulgent

accept

take

invite

nook

indentation

niche

depression

indent

depress

delay

tossing

writhing

flailing

squirming

rolling

wriggling

wiggling

thrashing

struggling

grappling

striving

straining

God's angel

Oscar Wilde would verbally decapitate Andrew Tate

Lord Henry is the 19th century Andrew Tate.

Farewell online privacy

LISTEN UP AGAIN KIDS STOP REBLOGGING THIS FUCKING GARBAGE POST. IT IS 100% FUCKING BULLSHIT AND CAN AND MOST DEFINITELY WILL LITERALLY KILL. DO YOU NOT SEE WARNING LABELS THAT SAY “DO NOT INDUCE VOMITING”? THEY AREN’T FUCKING AROUND. YOU CAN FUCKING BURN THEIR ESOPHAGUS BY CAUSING VOMITING, CAUSE CHOKING, DROWNING, OR MAKE IT WORSE! AGAIN DO NOT FORCE ANYTHING DOWN ANYONE’S THROAT. THEY. CAN. DROWN. IF SOMEONE IS LOSING CONCIOUSNESS ALL THE CHIT CHAT IN THE WORLD WILL NOT PREVENT IT AT THAT POINT THEY ARE IN SERIOUS DANGER. “Buuut i don’t wanna take them to the hospital!!!” WELL SUNSHINE GLAD YOU’D RATHER HAVE A DEAD FRIEND THAN A LIVING ONE BUT YOU’RE IN LUCK CALL FUCKING POISON CONTROL. THEY ARE NOT THE COPS. THEY WILL HELP YOU. AND IF THEY SAY GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL YOU GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. NO EXCUSES. 0. NONE. I have seen this shit cross my dash SO MANY TIMES so PLEASE fucking reblog this and prevent some well meaning idiot from accidentally killing someone they love!

look at me Jean-Yves