tortadiles:

Yang: You’re not one to back down from a challenge, Blake.

Blake: *stands up to her abuser twice; tries her hardest to convince Ilia to rethink her decisions and redeem herself; takes the White Fang right out from under Adam, effectively destroying everything Adam built for himself and making it her own*

Yang saw it in her from the very beginning. :)))))

luna-and-mars:

Executive dysfunction gothic

– You have to shower. You cannot shower. You are standing right in front of the shower. You want to shower. You cannot shower.

– The meeting begins. “Did everyone see the email?” There is a chorus of nodding heads. You nod, too. You think you may possibly have checked an email account before, on one single occasion, at some unknown time, probably in a past life.

– You are hungry. You have been hungry for three days now. The hunger has not spontaneously resolved itself. How inconvenient, you think. How rude.

– You depend on your planner/calendar. You loathe your planner/calendar. You can’t function without it. You live in constant fear of it. It’s an unhealthy relationship. You think you both should start seeing other people.

– There is a pile on your floor. It is a treasure trove, the Room of Requirement. It has everything. You look for something specific. It has nothing. There was never any pile.

– There’s been a change of plans, they say. You don’t understand. They repeat: “there’s been a change of plans.” You don’t understand. The mere suggestion causes a buzzing in your head that drowns out everything else. You don’t understand.

– You’re in class and you don’t understand the lecture. You look back at your past notes. You look at a calendar. You have not been to class in two weeks. You have no memory of this supposed time. Where did it go? Why did it leave?

– “Organizational tips for success: Keep a planner! Write it down! Stick to a schedule! Make a list!” You are torn between deranged laughter and ugly crying. You choose both.

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jake on queer eye

antoni, pouring a glass of water: pls drink this

tan: a leather jacket… over a hoodie… over a plaid shirt? what’s the inspiration behind this?

jake: bisexuality

jake: so my dad left when i was 7-

karamo, signing adoption papers: i am your father now

jake, already sobbing: not sure how my other gay black work dad will feel about this

bobby: so im gonna renovate ur house, really make the place organized

jake, sweating in adhd: uh not sure how long that will last

jonathan, putting away his razors in shock: wait what do you mean you physically can’t grow one?

holt, bursting through the doors in dramatic gay fashion: who is this ‘karamo brown’ and why are we involved in a custody battle?