What-do-i-call-thisss

when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever

an open book standing up?

✅️ no feathers

❎️ no legs

That is a wall.

Thinking about Bob finding solace in playing music, he’s more often than not strumming his guitar and quietly singing around the tower. Not loud enough to project too much so he’s not bothering anyone. But eventually, he realizes the others sort of gravitate towards him while he’s playing. Yelena upfront about enjoying his music and company, the others more subtle- casually finding themselves doing whatever they need to while in the same room as Bob when he’s playing. John gives him shit for it, but every quip is somehow gentle enough that everyone knows it’s a front. One day, Bob catches him loitering in the hallway listening to him play and then after that it’s a silent understanding between them. Bob started playing music for his own comfort, but more often than not he’s playing to comfort his family.

A small reminder to not take splatfests too seriously

Tbh any splatfest rlly