when life hits you hard but you gotta survive
MGMT is my new obsession. Andrew VanWyngarden is love. Little Dark Age is a masterpiece.
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Nothing in this or any super bowl ever will beat Neymar’s Taco Bell comercial when he triggered thousands of Americans when he said “Real Football”
Just a few head-canons about Collins & Farrier.
Some of these appear regularly in my ao3 works, I think this might be something I update regularly…
- Farrier constantly ridicules Collins for smoking so often, despite the fact that he steals Collins’ cigarettes on a regular basis - often right out of his hands - and smokes cigars when he gets the chance to.
- Farrier speaks several languages. Collins uses this as fuel to mock Farrier’s ‘posh-boy’ background. (An accusation founded mostly on the fact that he hadn’t grown up on a farm like Collins had) Though he becomes unbelievably flustered when the brunette speaks endearments to him in them.
- Collins is a heavy sleeper. (Farrier regularly has to kick him into consciousness)
- Though popular for his good-character and humour, Collins often gets himself into confrontations with the other pilots on base. Confrontations that Farrier then has to pull him out of.
- Despite the poor education he’d received as a child, Collins has a love for classical literature that he tries his best to keep a secret. (It’s a love that Farrier regularly feeds by slipping new books in amongst Collins’ belongings)- Farrier is an only child, and prefers to keep his family at arms’ length
- Collins is the youngest of three children, and while he has a close relationship with his sister, less can be said about his older brother.
- Collins is shy about the fact he can sing; some nights listening to him sing lowly in Gaelic is the only way Farrier can fall asleep.
- Both of them are terrible at expressing themselves both bottling how they feel up, refusing to speak it. For Collins, this often results in fits of irrational anger or sadness. While for Farrier it causes days spent in inescapable hazes, which only Collins’ patience and care can drag him out of.
- Farrier has numerous tattoos scattered across his body, and Collins has an odd fascination with them.
- Collins has a small sketchbook filled with drawings of Farrier.
- Farrier has a journal of letters to Collins saying things he can’t say aloud, but can show to Collins in the dark silence of night.
- Despite his heritage, Collins is a lightweight. Farrier finds this endlessly amusing.
- Farrier has a willingness to break rules and regulations that Collins regularly chastises him for. Collins prefers to bend rather than break.
- They both carry small photos of themselves together in their jacket pockets, especially whenever they’re sent out.
- Farrier becomes twitchy and agitated whenever they have a big flight coming up.
- Collins is very injury prone, even when on the ground. Farrier is always there by his bedside whenever he ends up in the infirmary.
- Farrier is regarded with a kind of reverence by the others on base, though he prefers to stay away from the noise of the mess. (When their friendship had first started, it had been the talk of the base for months)
- Before every flight, Farrier pulls Collins into some dark corner and kisses him briefly, telling him he loves him. Collins says the same back every time without fail.
- Neither of them are particularly patriotic; but are instead driven by a sense of justice and morality.
- They’d both joined the RAF as an attempt to escape the pressures of home.
- Farrier had grown up dreaming of being a writer; he finds that Collins is his favourite muse.
That’s all for now.
corny liberals on here always start their too long nonsense posts like they’re an underdog in an edgy young adult novel finally standing up for themselves. u know exactly what I’m talking about
“You know what? No. Fuck this. Fuck you.”
those little things on ur nose aren’t blackheads, don’t try and get rid of them they’re sebaceous filaments and they’re permanent and literally everyone has them
every girl has that little pouch of fat on her lower tummy, despite what magazines try n show u, you have important organs there that need to be protected don’t try and get rid of ur pouch
ur body is smarter than u think and it knows what to do when u eat more than normal. one bad day, or even week, of eating poorly isn’t gonna ruin anything at all I pinky promiseif u think u look good up until u try taking a selfie, it’s not ur fault - our faces are asymmetrical and when u see ur face flipped it will look unnatural to u, since u don’t see it that way when u look in the mirror. to everyone else it looks perfectly fine
no one’s stomach looks the same at 8pm as it does at 8am. no one has a chiseled six pack after a day of eating, not even the super fit people u see on tumblr, because ur stomach naturally expands after eating and expecting to have a flat tummy before bed is very unrealistic
no one notices if the bags under ur eyes are bad today. no one pays attention to the bump in ur nose or the zit on ur chin or the piece of hair that u missed when u were straightening. literally no one notices these things except you so stop worrying about it ur gonna be fine
sometimes u just gotta get over urself
this made me cry I needed it so bad
