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honestly i think my funniest thought is the image of someone sitting in the theater for spiderman no way home opening night, seeing a blind lawyer on screen and everyone cheering for them, but not understanding why the fuck everyone is so excited for this random blind guy because they haven’t watched the netflix shows and only watched the movies

okay but imagine andrew’s peter goes back to his universe and immediately goes to visit gwen’s grave. he sits and talks to her for awhile, telling her that he made two new friend in one day— a record for him— then goes on and on about interdimensional travel and how her mind would be blown away by what he discovered. but then he says “you know, i was wrong. i was wrong, gwen. i always thought you would have wanted me to keep pushing— to keep being the friendly neighborhood spiderman and help people that don’t have anyone else there to help them. but i know now that you probably would have wanted me to be happy and forgive myself for what happened. to let you go and move on. to be peter parker. i said that i would never forgive myself for what happened, and honestly? i don’t know if i ever will, gwen. but i can try. i can try for you. so today i’m going to walk out of here and i’m going to try to be the peter parker you always thought i could be, not just the spiderman you knew i could be. i just— i just miss you a lot and i wish you were here to see that person.” then he leaves on his skateboard, accidentally running over a random guy around his age. the man yells at him a lot and peter profusely apologizes, offering to buy him a coffee to make up for running him over. the man agrees, but as he says his name so the barista can write it on his coffee, peter’s heart stops. his name is mj.

andrew garfield's peter saving MJ from falling in no way home is the most iconic moment in spider man, nay, the ENTIRE mcu history

SCREAMING

nothing will ever be as beautiful to me as an entire theater full of teenagers and grown ass adults shrieking their asses off when andrew garfield appeared on the screen during no way home and then the same theater full of teenagers and grown ass adults shrieking their asses off AGAIN once tobey maguire appeared as if that wasn’t the logical conclusion to andrew’s appearance

love that tobey is andrew’s therapist and andrew is tobey’s chiropractor

Taylor Swift’s 2021 Highlights

december 3rd??? what the fuck. what’s next? december 4th? a 5th of december???? give me a fucking break.

Don’t show me Jos Verstappen punching a table because his son got second on the grid.

Show me Adam and Cisca Norris with tears in their eyes, as their daughters clap and cheer behind them, because their son got third.

Supportive, wholesome families. Nurtured racers with healthy approaches to competition. Show me only this.

I be like "omg, i have so much to do" and then go lay down

Just saw a leather jacket that says “my other ride is your dad” on the back and I don’t think I’ll ever be the same

no offense but all the pictures of the eclipse i've seen today are really boring here are the ones my astrophotographer boyfriend took

11/19/21

edit: his instagram is misinputs !!

edit again: he made a tumblr! @misinputs

the way the draco one was so accurate 😔

cinta omg i literally already liked and commented on that video-

lmao draco would push your hand away and feel bad and just shower you in affection 😌

if not lovers why act married

Pov: You are Spider-Man

Are you or someone you know an Empath?

@positiveseed

[5:46 AM] — MIYA OSAMU

you’re not too sure what time it is, but you know it’s early when osamu lays himself over you, head digging into your chest as he steals your warmth. you groan, wrapping your arms around him as you pull the blanket higher over your bodies.

“what time is it?”

“almost six,” he hums. it’s quiet for a moment, you seem to be drifting back to sleep, and osamu grins in victory against your shirt before drifting off himself.

until you speak up.

“wait a second. aren’t you supposed to be on the couch?” his body freezes for a moment before he’s clutching onto you tightly while you’re trying to shove him off. “samu! get off!”

“no!”

“i’m serious, i’m still mad at you,” you huff. he frowns (though it’s more of a pout) and simply shakes his head.

“‘m not lettin’ go. ma back hurts. i’m cold too.”

“miya osamu—”

and before you can finish your sentence, there’s a soft bite at your chin that makes you stop.

“don’t call me by ma full name,” he grumbles, settling back down into your chest. “‘s rude.”

he has the audacity to grab your hand and plop it into his hair too, gesturing at you to play with the dark brown strands.

“did you just bite me?”

“and what if i did?” comes his quiet mumble, voice muffled by your shirt.

last night wasn’t exactly a big fight, it was a petty one if the both of you were being honest, but osamu should’ve admitted he was wrong, and his attitude was what landed him a spot on the couch. and to his dismay, you seem to fall asleep much easier without his embrace than he does without yours.

“what do you—you bit me,” you repeat incredulously. you smack his shoulder when he snickers quietly at your shock.

“didn’t even hurt, ya drama queen.” and you want to keep your facade of being mad, you want to tell him to go back to the couch until you’ve deemed he’s earned his spot back, but something about the way he nuzzles into you and kisses your collarbone before trying to fall asleep once more makes you give in.

he’s stubborn, you’ve come to know this a tad bit too well, but he’s also gentle. he plants one more spoonful of dinner to your plate when you tell him to stop, he pulls the sun visor down for you when the light shines in your face as he drives, he wakes up and puts socks on your feet when they feel like icicles against his calves, and he’s the only person who easily forgives you for your own stubbornness too—every time, without fail.

so you wrap your arm tightly around him, stroking through his locks as you mumble “you’re such a weirdo, you know that?”

“well, ‘s just the way i am, deal with it,” he mumbles back. and then you giggle, he laughs, you kiss his forehead, and he kisses your jaw—and you’re back to your usual routine, last night all forgotten.

“i love you,” you whisper.

“love ya too. and i also love yer cheeks, ‘m bitin’ them next.”

i am once again pushing that osamu’s love language is biting

how it started:

how it’s going:

squid game is such a good way to show how even a "fair game" can screw with people's lives and degrade their worth due to lack of FAIR and equal opportunities.. like the rules were absolutely fair. They were allowed to leave if a majority agrees, everyone was treated equally and all special preference was destroyed.

But if we're all debt ridden, and our chances of survival in the game are higher than in a society where capitalism broadens income inequality, thus trapping the lower classes in debt they possibly cannot repay, would we quit the game? If I have a better chance to repay my debt in here, having witnessed the death of 455 people before winning the final prize, than to scramble around in a world that will never give me an equal chance to repay all the debt I had to take, shouldn't I be taking that chance?

It's easy to sit on a throne of privilege and talk about how we should have valued human lives over the prize money. A lot of contestants did that too.. until they walked out and realised that they couldn't afford being a good human anymore. Their debts took it all away, and now? They can either get the tiniest chance surviving at the end, or they can die trying.

The game, as we saw in the show, had been going on for years. Not because it was well hidden, but because there were always gonna be people with low income, and with debt on their hands, and a society that won't let them earn well enough to pay it back. You can always take more loans to pay off your loans, of course. There's the "gangsters", banks with high interest rates. But fair opportunities? You can only get fair opportunities in a situation where your probability of earning is equal to everyone else.. and that's what the contest gave all these people: a chance.

A chance to be equal. That's something society can't give, but certain rich people gave this away at the possible cost of death.. and people had no chance but to take it.

Squid game isn't about the game at all. It's about how society and capitalism can destroy what it means to be human, and how some people will never be able to afford it at all.

JUST GOT TO EPISODE 6 I FUCKING QUIT

Elias Veturius & Laia Of Serra: Modern Day AU

“Elias laces his fingers through mine as we walk. He tells me what he hopes to do on his first full day home, his baritone thrumming in my veins like the sweetest, deepest oud playing a song that I wish to hear forever. What a small thing it seems, to walk with the one you love. To look forward to a day with them. I marvel at the simplicity of this moment. And I thank the skies for the miracle of it.” 

bestfriends

“you’re asking me for advice?” he questioned, completely puzzled.

“it’s not like i’m going to take it, i just want to hear it,” she smirked causing him to playfully punch her on the shoulder.

“so what problem can i solve for you today?”

“do you think i should do it?” she asked.

“i mean do you think i should say yes?”

“honestly, that’s up to you. you’re the best judge of whether you want this or not.” he replied staring at the array of shades of orange which had occupied the sky.

“i know but do you think i should do it?”

“honestly, that’s up to you. you’re the best—“

“i’m serious,” she said sternly, slightly kicking him in the leg.

“look,” he said, turning himself to face her completely. “this is a decision that you have to make. i cannot give you my opinion on it because it effects you more than anyone. yes its a tough decision but you should know that i’m going to be here supporting you every step of the way. okay? i’m your bestfriend no matter what life throws at us.”

they sit their in silence, hand in hand, staring at the day bleeding into the nightfall, a dozen thoughts swirling in the back of their heads, a cool breeze fluttering against their hair.

“we’re going to be okay right? our family? everyone here? it’s going to be okay?” she finally said.

“sure we are,” he replied but his eyes mirrored her own uncertainty.