#<- once it gets to the lyrics

[the-meme-monarch]

i’m in the house like carpet

[hinamie]

god, i wish i knew you back when i was a kid / but when you stare into me now, it feels like i did

[divorcedfiddleford]

and you may say to yourself: "my god! what have i done?" and you may tell yourself: "this is not my beautiful wife!" and you may tell yourself: "this is not my beautiful house!" and you may ask yourself: "well, how did i get here?"

time isn't holding up, time isn't after us, time is a pony ride! (images described in alt text)

[scarymonsters-andsupercreeps]

Let me be yours ever truly~

[cecoeur]

it's hell on earth to be heavenly them's the breaks, they don't come gently

[b1ttersweet-dreams]

and she's wearing down my rings taking the compliments meant for me and although i think i'll miss them at least there's proof of my existence a captive little soldier on her fingers deep behind enemy lines

[firelise]

You’ve been feeling it too, haven’t you? Something is off. Your clothes never wear as well the next day, your hair never falls in quite the same way...

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE (2022)

[tomaturtles]

The meaning of my destiny can be changed for your love.

Kawoshin Week Day 5: Rebuild + Time loop! 💜💙

[starry-bi-sky]

What would a mother not do for her child What lengths would a mother not go There's a bond that exists between mother and child With no end to how strong it can grow It's a promise for life between mother and child It begins from the moment of birth.

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She is six years old, and standing on the porch at her Auntie Alicia’s cabin. She is six years old, and holding an old rifle in her hands, standing at the railing and pointing the nozzle at a large target a couple feet away. There’s a pair of old ear muffs covering her ears. Behind her is her daddy and her sister, and Auntie Alicia. She can’t see them. 

Danielle Martha Fenton is six years old, and her momma has her arms wrapped warmly around her, keeping the gun steady for her. It’s heavy and the butt digs into her shoulder uncomfortably, and she feels nothing but determined. And nervous. 

Her momma was teaching her and Jazzy how to shoot, and they’re down in Arkansas to visit Auntie Alicia for her second “Divorce-iversary” as Auntie calls it. She keeps a hunting rifle in her gun safe for the rabbits that like to nibble on her garden. She mostly grows rhubarb, which goes untouched. But her carrots and greens and other veggies like to be tempting snacks for the game. 

Regardless, she is six years old and learning how to shoot. Her momma and her daddy (mostly her daddy) have been banned from every shooting range outside of Amity Park in a hundred mile radius. So Auntie is the best place to learn, or so momma says. 

Danny thinks it's just an excuse to see her sister, not that she's complaining. She loves visiting Auntie.  

She’s already seen Jazzy do this, her momma told her before the muffs went on to shoot when ready. No use trying to fire when you’re not; you can’t afford to miss when shooting ghosts. 

Danny breathes out steady, just like momma taught her, and quells her trembling little fingers. She focuses down the barrel, and pulls the trigger. 

Immediately, the recoil throws her off, the side of the gun that her cheek was resting on knocks against her skin, harsh enough to bruise if it weren’t for her momma’s steady hands holding onto her. The bang of the gun startles her more than she thought it would, and her heart leaps up and runs a jackrabbit through her chest. 

The gun is carefully slipped out of her hands, and Danny lets it go easily, her cheek smarting in pain and her eyes wide and following up to momma. Momma turns the safety on, and with a gentle hand, pushes against her chest. Danny takes a few steps back, and slips the ear muffs off her head. 

Mommy is smiling big at her, something that Danny can’t help but replicate on her own face as her heart swells. “Did I get it, momma?” She asks, watching as she passes the gun off to Auntie Alicia, who steps over to take it.

“I’m going to go see, sweetie, but I think you did.” Momma coos, before planting both her hands on the porch railing and, in a single leap, vaults over the side and onto the grass. She’s dressed all comfortable for the summer heat, with her hair all tied back and in shorts and a tank top and nice boots. Danny’s ribs swell hopefully, and she stands on her tiptoes to watch her walk over.

“I’ll be hard-pressed to believe if you didn’t, Martha Mae,” Auntie tells her, grinning like a cat, “that was a damn good shot.” 

‘Martha Mae Knight’ was Danny’s granny’s name. Auntie Alicia calls her that because of her middle name — and because, by her words, she has her momma’s weird-shaped eyebrows and piercing blue eyes. The kind that could scare a hawk into singing like a robin. It was Danny’s favorite nickname ever.

Daddy laughs brightly, the sound painful on her ears but twice as nice, and despite the distance, Momma whirls her head around to shoot Auntie a glare; “Language, Alicia. Not around my girls.” She warns. Her accent always comes through when they’re around Auntie. It’s Danny’s favorite thing to listen to. 

“Do you think so, auntie?” Danny says, bright-eyed and ever-optimistic. Auntie Alicia nods fiercely as Momma finally reaches the target and searches for the bullet hole. Daddy then comes up behind her, still laughing, and claps a hand onto her shoulder so hard that it makes her knees hurt.

“Of course she did!” Dad boasts, as bright as the sun and twice as warm. He shakes Danny affectionately, wobbling her on her feet and pulling her straight into his side. She goes so willingly with a burble of giggles. “She’s got the eyes of a Fenton! And our family are darn good shots.”

Auntie eyes him up and down, her smile immediately fading off into a pressed line. “I’m sure you mean she’s got the eyes of a Knight. You couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn at twenty paces, Jack Fenton.” 

Jazzy holds back giggles from where she’s standing by the door, her ear muffs in hand, and Danny watches her Daddy’s dark eyes immediately narrow. Just like Auntie’s, his smile tapers off into a frown. 

Before he can say anything, there’s a cheer from the yard, and they all turn to Momma clapping her hands in delight. 

Danny immediately pricks her ears up, and would’ve darn near rushed over to the railing if it weren’t for her Daddy’s hand on her shoulder. She yells instead, excitement thrumming like a hummingbird against her ribs, “Did I hit it, momma?!” 

Momma beams at her with all the pride in the world, “You sure did, Danny!” And she turns to press her finger against the target, right on the inside red ring of the battered old bag. “Right here, sweet girl!” 

There are cheers from all around, and Danny’s heart bursts inside her lungs with shiny, sunshine glee. She puffs her chest out big, and smiles so wide it hurts the cheek where the gun smacked her. Her Daddy shakes again, squeezing her tight against his side in a hug that Danny happily reciprocates. 

“What’d I tell you, Martha Mae?” Auntie tells with a big wink and a wide grin, the gun still gripped tight in her hands as Momma makes her way back over. “You got a Knight’s eye.” 

When Momma makes it back over the railing, she hugs Danny tight and praises her shot. Danny looks her in the eyes and chases the feeling, and asks to shoot again.

[sysig]

I think the world is so wonderful... (Patreon)

[howlsofbloodhounds]

why has no one done the nasty dog trend thingy with killer being the subject. its always killer thirsting on everyone else even though the lyrics fit killer too.

“Get your mangy ass on” he’d say something like that shit. just look at the disdain he holds for swap

“me and cat mama” he’s literally a cat dad.

“back to the kitty cause she’s kinda pretty” not only cat dad, he is literally PRETTY. he is pretty do you hear me

yeah sure whatever killer is thirsty or flirtatious or whatever and a nasty dog.

no more of killer thirsting after everyone else more of people wanting killer’s attention or affection and not fucking getting it because whoever is not even noteworthy of his curiosity his ass is hard to get and not even intentionally he just doesn’t care enough to pay whoever any attention

[what-an-art-blog-huh]

I never cared for stories, until you entered mine. And now my only wish is that our plots may intertwine

Aka to be loved is to change, etc etc

[miralines]

the ship name discussion has reminded me. despite how vital Rose is to every part of the story, we know next to nothing about her. in fact here is a complete list of Rose facts

she is Snow's twin, part of one of the noblest families in the kingdom

she has a "short shock of scarlet hair"

she's Cole's best warrior, which involved her personally razing cities

she was "more resilient" to whatever they did to her to clone her than they expected

she had scars

she wore a dress to her wedding, which she kept a gun in the pocket of

she met cinders when she was the commander of the prison she was being kept in

she was briefly assigned as a goodwill ambassador to beaumont and was kind to Adam

so little about her personality or background or training, or even her relationship with Snow, except how we see it rippling out through the story... queen of haunting the narrative

[kinkajouwof]

I never asked you to move the mountain

I just want the strength to climb and find

A different way..

[lunar-wandering]

@acoraxia your three faves my liege

(eng translated subtitles on top of vid in unfortunately very tiny text u will have to fullscreen it hsdflkjskldfs)

[jkpng]

happy pride month (25/30)