The Difference Between These Scenes Is Killing Meeeeee

I keep seeing people making fun of using growled, hissed, roared, snarled etc in writing and it’s like.

have you never heard someone speak with the gravel in their voice when they get angry? Because that’s what a growl is.

Have you never heard someone sharply whisper something through the thin space of their teeth? Or when your mother sharply told you to stop it in public as a kid when you were acting up/being too loud? Because that’s what a hiss is.

Have you never heard a man get so blackout angry that their voice BOOMS through the house? Because that’s what a roar is.

Have you never seen someone bare their teeth while talking to accentuate their frustration or anger while speaking with a vicious tone? Because that’s what snarling is.

It’s not meant to be a literal animal noise. For the love of god, not every description is literal. I get some people are genuinely confused, but also some of these people are genuinely unimaginative as fuck.

Ahhh! Why do I do this to my self?

excuse me? EXCUSE ME? why would noah and hozier do this to me? THEY SOUND SO GOOD TOGETHER hold on i need 7-10 business days to process

soft prompts for couples who aren’t together yet

hugs that last a little longer than they should

immediately looking at the other after telling/doing something funny in hope to see their smile

making playlists and mood boards for the other

trying to learn about the others interests

continuously denying others who think they are together

“no we are not together!! … at least not yet…”

finding similar fictional characters who shares the other one’s MBTI and enneagram type

trying to know little things about them by observing

always giving the utmost attention to the other if they are in a crowd

associating random things with them

getting matching key rings

hanging out together often

this is the full video of patti lupone breaking the sound barrier at the 1988 tony awards btw

scenario prompts for preparing a wonderful meal together

in a polyamorous relationship:

A is sick, so B and C decide to make soup for them and share their concerns on A's health

it's A's birthday and B and C are cooking a surprise meal together

all partners cook together and there's chaos in the kitchen

alternatively:

i see you struggling with cooking so i join to help you out

we both don't know how to cook but let's just try i've heard it's fun

i'm going to teach you how to cook because 'no offence but you're not very good at it'

we just want to try a new hobby together and cooking seems like a good option

we're cooking for a good cause (donation, etc)

we're a couple who are all about food and try different techniques to explore the vast realm of cooking

let's skip the restaurant and cook instead for our date

i'm dating a chef

Her name is Kira Obedinskaya. 

She’s 12 years old and she’s from Mariupol. 

Her mom died when Kira was an infant. Her dad, Yevhen, died during the r*ussian shelling of the city on March 17. Kira was wounded while trying to leave the city and (with people she was together) forcefully deported to Donetsk - on the territory occupied by r*ussia. 

It’s kidnapping. 

It’s mass deportation. 

It’s happening right now and I want to scream about that at the top of my lungs.

Kira has a grandfather, Oleksandr, who wants to take her home, but he’s unable to do so. Mostly because r*ssians are unwilling to negotiate. And, probably, because they sincerely enjoy torturing people.

The only thing I can do is scream about her. About her and about all the broken lives. And maybe, just maybe, if we scream loud enough we’ll be heard.

So please, scream about Kira too.