when people on here talk about how they lost followers for a post i’m always surprised they noticed that because ive trained myself out of ever looking at my follower count and it’s so relaxing. i have no idea if i’m gaining or losing clout for anything i just post bullshit unfettered.
I haven’t seen anything at all about the actual morbius movie or what happens in it but I have seen a million jokes about the word morb and the entire movie in a gif at least twice
I think that we should use this Morbius thing to coin a new term for when you consume memes and content related to a media but not the original itself*
Morbing
To Morb
Morbed
Example: reading a lot of meta posts, looking for art, or reading (even writing) fic for a show but not watching it = morbin’ the show
*this is not necessarily a bad thing either, and in the case of the original source (Morbius 2022) actually hilarious and a net good for society
I morb Supernatural, and I used to morb Steven Universe before I gave in and watched it
(a/n)here it is!!! it took about a decade of my life but i think it was worth it also shoutout to @duskholland for hearing out my ideas when i was brainstorming and together with @captainpeggy40 for getting me through my breakdowns while writing. i got it finished!! <3 I really went all out with this fic, so i hope you guys enjoy it!! part 2 will come… sometime this week ;)
word count: 7939 (unnecessary content GALORE)
warning: drinking, swearing, crowded spaces, part 2 contains smut
you can find the band’s setlist here
not all songs are mentioned in the fic but it’s songs that i would really love to see them play haha. if anyone would be interested, i can make a seperate post on how i imagine them playing it (who sings and stuff idk)
Read part 2 here <—> extra headcanons here
With the right stranger, one night can feel like a lifetime.
“Will you please come?” your friend begged you over the phone. “It’s gonna be really fun!”
“You know, you say that a lot, yet I never have as much fun as you promise.” You sat down on your bed, looking out the window as the rain hit every surface outside. It was not exactly the weather you felt like going out in.
“Then that’s on your extremely high expectations, not on me.” She stated, “But pleeease.” She kept on whining, and you knew she wouldn’t stop until you gave in. It always went like this. Always.
“Ugh, fine.” you fell back on the soft mattress, your head only missing the pillow by an inch. “Where is it actually?” There was the question you both dreaded. You, because you knew you wouldn’t like the answer. Her, because she knew you wouldn’t either.
“It’s at Suki’s,” she mumbled, but you could still hear her just fine.
“That’s where you work right- please don’t tell me you’re working tonight?!” you groaned into the phone.
