#I love this story

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

HUMANITY!!! DON'T MAKE AN AI TO KEEP UP WITH OTHER COUNTRIES IN WORLD WAR THREE!!!! ITS GONNA GAIN SENTIENCE!!! HUMANITY!!!

[aidelly]

When the guy you didn't want to sit with on the train (because he was the biggest weirdo around)...

Is the man who is the only one who starts dancing on an empty dance floor (and takes you with him)…

Is the man who would rather die than hurt you...

This is... everything.

[k0fii]

One thing I'll always appreciate about ORV is how it deals with the concept of "Fate." Because I've always thought of it that way - fate in a lot of its depictions often come as something imposed on characters, it's bound to happen and the main problem is how they can avoid that fate but strangely, not a lot of focus is given on how it becomes bound to happen. A lot of times, it's simply written as bound to happen because fate was imposed like an order on the characters but I find it a lot more compelling when fate is bound to happen because of the characters, their beliefs, and how they act. ORV, as amazingly written as it is, manages to do both of these things.

Fate is imposed on Kim Dokja because of the big data Olympus has pointing to that conclusion. Sure, the probability of Olympus is used to force that conclusion but ultimately, it's based on the characters and what they are bound to do because of the way they are. The Fate given by Olympus can't be something that's improbable. They couldn't just force fate on anything they wanted to happen.

And it just seems so much more unavoidable that way - it isn't just something being forced on the characters, it's the characters digging their own graves where the soil is already loose.

[give-art-a-chance]

Yuuei Survival Guide!!! I CANNOT express how much I ADORE this fic! It’s nearly complete! Go read it on AO3! :)

This is a scene from the first chapter!

[dbnightingale24]

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A Stepcest love story about Jim

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Because why not? I have a million other stories to update, so why not add another one to the list? I've been working on this story for a while, but I've been anxious to upload it. I've decided to go back to my old ways (for this story only) and not give you guys a novel. We're gonna do this bit by bit. I have more than enough to post the full story, but I know a good amount of people haven't seen it. As always, thank you to @fuckingbye for an amazing moodboard! I think the world of you, and I can't wait to hug you again, and cry entirely too much over life. ANYWHO, let's get started, shall we?

P.S. The playlist is going to be the same for this entire story. K, lets go!

Word Count: 3,514

Warnings: Swearing, Family Drama, Stepdaughter/Step Father interest, Drinking, Drinking Relapse, MINORS DNI, Emotional Cheating...I think that's it for now?

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter: You're Turning Me Cruel Cause I'm Just Wanting You To React

Summary: You and and your Mother have never had the best relationship, but the both of you have always tried. However, when she invites you to stay, and you're met with the last surprise you were expecting, will any progress be made? Or will it just get worse? Catastrophically worse.

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I do not give permission/consent for my stories/works to get posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of behavior/relationship, this is for entertainment purposes only.

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Chapter 1

It wasn’t exactly exciting, going home for Summer Holiday, but the thought of getting your own place just feels too daunting . Yes, graduation is coming up soon, but with the cost of everything as it is, you’d much rather wait until you actually have to rent one. Yes, you’re Mother is the last person you want to spend any time with, but who knows? Maybe she finally got a handle on her drinking?

Yeah, that’s likely.

As you knock on her door, you shift nervously from foot to foot, and you don’t know why. It doesn’t matter that you two rarely talk, or rarely see each other, she’s still your Mother.

Whether she likes it or not.

“Hello,” a man greets with a soft smile once he opens the door.

Well, hello to you too.

“Hi, I’m looking for Y/M/N? Last I was told, she still lives here.”

“She does,” he laughs softly, standing aside to let you in, “she ran off to the store. She wanted to be back by the time you got here. She’s been anxious,” he confesses softly, closing the door. 

You give him a look over as you place your bags down, and you can’t help but marvel at how handsome he is. He has beautiful ocean blue eyes, a slender physique (but you can tell there’s some muscle there), black hair that’s starting to gray a bit that you just wanna run your hands through and, lastly, a gold band on his finger.

Pause. There’s no way...oh, fuck no.

“What’s your name?” you ask with a kind smile, though your mind is racing a million miles a minute. 

“Jim. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“That wouldn’t be because you’re married to my lovely Mother, is it?” you question, and he softly shakes his head.

“She wanted you to be here.”

“Oh, I bet she did,” you scoff, shaking your head. “I bet she fucking did. Do you want a drink? I want a drink.”

“She doesn’t keep booze-” “Oh yes she does, you just have to know where to look,” you smirk, making your way into the kitchen. “How long have you two been married?”

“About a year.”

“Well, God bless you,” you mutter, stomping around on the kitchen floor. “Oh, don’t tell me you’ve gone all saintlike on me now,” you scowl, before finally stomping on the hollow tile. “If there’s one person I know, it’s my Mother,” you scowl with a nod, before crouching down and picking at the at the worn tile. “So, how did you two lovebirds meet?”

“Maybe it would be best if she told you,” he mumbles as you pull up the tile on the floor. 

“I’m gonna level with ya, Jim. My Mother and I? Not the best relationship. So, whatever she says, I’m not gonna believe her. Hell, she’s been married a year and I’m just finding out about it. So,” you huff, standing on your feet once you’ve dug out the bottle of whiskey from the floor, and recovering the hole with the tile, “how’d you two meet?”

“At a bar,” he tells you, seemingly shocked that you actually did find a bottle. “Someone I used to see worked there. Her and I broke up and soon enough I started seeing your Mother.”

“I’m guessing things went well if you married her,” you mutter, grabbing two glasses.

Do you mean to turn her world upside down? No. However, it doesn’t change the fact that your world has been turned upside down, and you can’t help but be a little irritated by it.

Irritated by her.

“Do you have a drinking problem too?” you ask, pouring you both a drink, “don’t wanna mess up anyone’s progress or lack of,” you scoff.

You really don’t mean to be rude to the handsome man, this is just the last thing you expected.

“No, but-”

“Well, lets work on that,” you laugh humorlessly as you raise your glass to cheers him. 

Once again, it’s not the handsome stranger’s fault, but you’re also caught completely off guard.

“Has she cut down on drinking?” you ask, after taking a sip.

“She really hasn’t started drinking since she told me you were coming home for Holiday.”

“That makes an awful lot of sense. I handle her about as well as she handles me. She didn’t give you a warning?”

“She just said that things will be tense for a few days, but things will smooth out.”

“ ‘Things will smooth out’. Well, that’s one way of putting it. Well, Jim..Dad,” you scoff humorlessly, “I’m sorry you’re in the middle of this,” you mumble as the front door unlocks. 

“Honey, is she...oh,” your Mother sighs as he closes the door.

She’s more than likely seen the bags by the door. 

“I wanted to be here when you first got here, but I realized I forgot a few things at the market and had to...ah,” she mutters, taking note of both you and Jim drinking whiskey.

How the hell else did she think this was gonna go?

“I know what it looks like, but it’s not-”

“If you’d have told me, I would’ve gotten you a wedding gift,” you laugh as you raise a glass to her. 

“I didn’t want you to be mad.”

“You got married and this is the first time I’m hearing about it. What reaction did you think you were going to get?”

“I just knew you wouldn’t get it. I know we’ve been through a lot, but once you get to know him-”

“I don’t need a Father, Mum,” you shrug before finishing off your drink. “I’m not even trying to be a cunt. I’ve just gone all these years without one, and I’m a full grown adult now. I just would’ve appreciated a heads up,” you shrug before pouring yourself another glass. “I’ll be in my room if anyone needs me.”

You’re quick to grab your bags in the entry way, and finally make your way upstairs. You only make it three up three steps before an argument breaks out. You take a deep breath before continuing your way up the stairs. You know what’s coming, and you know it’s gonna last for the entirety of the Summer. God, if only you knew how much damage you’d truly done.

You would’ve never come home for the Summer.

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“I don’t want to argue,” Jim sighs, clearly exasperated, “I just wish you would’ve told me! I’m coming into this looking like the bad guy.”

“Of course, make it all about you,” your Mother slurs and you roll your eyes.

They’ve been arguing since you’ve retreated to your old bedroom. You truly didn’t mean to start an argument between the two of them. Despite what your Mother believes, you do want her to be happy, but you’re just tired of her shit. At this point, it truly feels like she goes out of her way to make things complicated, and there’s no fucking reason for it. She always needs to paint someone else as the bad guy and, for as much as she may love Jim right now, she will make him the bad guy if she thinks it’ll workout better for her in the end. 

“Honey-”

“I’m meeting up with Rose. Don’t wait up,” she slurs as she storms out, slamming the door shut behind her.

Somewhere deep, deep, down inside, you do feel bad. However, it’s not bad enough for you to actually apologize to her. Yes, you’re used to her bullshit, but this? This is a new level of audacity, even for her. Not to mention, you do feel bad for Jim. You know absolutely nothing about the man, so he may be complete and total scum, but you do know she won him over with a personality built on lies. However, you truly didn’t mean to drag him into you and your Mother’s years and years of drama.

Which is why you’re now picking up your empty glass and making your way downstairs, taking a deep breath as you reach the last step.

Can’t hurt to get to know the man that’s apparently your new stepfather. 

“I’m sorry about that,” you greet as you make your way into the kitchen, taking a seat at the small table.

“It’s not your fault she kept things from me.”

“While that is true, I didn’t have to burst your bubble like that. You two had a life, and I just came in and made a mess of it. When it comes to my Mother, no one ever seems to make me as angry as she does.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her that angry before,” he laughs halfheartedly.

There’s an awkward silence, so you take the moment to pour the both of you a drink.

“She told me that you’re in your last year of Uni?”

“Yeah, so it’s about time for me to find my own place. The price of everything is just so damn high right now,” you sigh, finally looking over at him.

No, you’re not exactly a fan of your Mother going out and getting married without a word to you, but you have to commend her on her taste in men.

The man is gorgeous.

“You’re not wrong, I don’t know how your Mum was able to afford this place before I moved in.”

“Her parents. My grandparents kind of always took care of us, because shes always been a wild child and they never really trusted her to be able to make a stable living. When they died, they left her everything. Including this house,” you mumble, swirling the dark brown liquid around in your glass. “Lets table the talk about the crazy lady for a bit though,” you smirk and he chuckles, “tell me about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Is this your first go at marriage? What do you do for a living? Any kids? Fill me in on all the basic information I should know,” you shrug, cocking an eyebrow.

“I’ve got two kids, this is my second time being married, and I’m a writer.”

“Your second time getting married, and you chose my Mum? I’d really love to know how she won you over.”

“She loves does love you, Y/N.”

“In her own way, yes she does. However, you’ll come to find this Summer that, that love will drive you mad. You’ll find out just how strong your love is for her.”

“Well, what’s so wrong with you?”

“God, if I knew, I would tell you,” you laugh before taking another sip of your drink. “I think I just remind her of failure, which is fine by me, honestly. I learned to accept it early on, and we’ve both been better for it. I call her on Christmas and her birthday, and that’s enough. She calls when she remembers or when she’s drunk and sad, but I barely heard from her this past year and I assume that’s because of you. Thanks for that.”

“I’m sorry-”

“No, I genuinely mean that. You’ve made her happy and I appreciate that. I’ll try not to stay long-”

“She does want you here,” he interjects sincerely before taking a sip of his drink.

“Not as much as you’d think she would. You are her do-over, and I could easily ruin that for her. My best friend lives close by and I wasn’t gonna ask to stay with her, cause she has a daughter so space is limited, but I will. I know she’ll be more than happy to have me, and I miss her like crazy anyway.”

“I feel like I’ve done something wrong.”

You stand up and grab your glass and slowly make your way to the counter, “well, you shouldn’t because you’ve done nothin’ wrong. You can’t break or cause more damage to something you had no knowledge of. Have you eaten today?”

“Y/N-”

“It’s alright, Jim. You’re not breaking up some happy Mother/Daughter relationship,” you laugh softly. “Now, have you eaten?”

“I had a light lunch, your Mother said she wanted us all to have dinner together.”

“She has these ideas, and then she gets drunk. Lets see what we have,” you mutter, opening the fridge and bending over to see what your Mother picked up from the store.

You and Jim spend the next hour or getting to know each other as you bake some salmon, make some mashed potatoes, and steam a bit of broccoli. You make sure to make enough for your Mother, because you know by the time she gets back, she’ll be shitfaced and will need something in her stomach as soon as she wakes up tomorrow. 

“You and your Mother have two very different cooking styles,” Jim notices as he leans against the counter, his third glass of whiskey in his hand.

“My grandmother taught me how to cook,” you smile at the memory while taking the salmon out of the oven, opening the foil just a bit to check on it. “My Mother learned how to cook from me and then put her own twist on it.”

“What did your Mother teach you how to do?”

“Umm, I’m really good on skates because of her. That would be our thing on the weekend. She taught me that getting hurt is okay and apart of life, and that I shouldn’t ever fear pain from anything or anyone. That she was right about.”

“She truly was excited about you coming, Y/N.” “I don’t doubt it, but she and I...we’ve always had a difficult relationship. She never wanted to be a parent, and she got to play “big sis” until my grandparents died. I was 12 and she never grew into the roll of being a parent. I used to hate her for it, but I learned to accept it. She kept a roof over my head, food on the table, and attempted to show up to school events. She wants a friend, not a daughter. There’s a reason she never told me about you, can you pass me two plates?” you ask, turning the oven and the stove off. “You seem like a nice guy though, and that’s what she needs. She’s never had a good guy before.”

“What about your Dad?”

“I’ve seen him twice, and both times, he was a complete and total cock. Pardon my language,” you smirk as he laughs. “No, my Mum wasn’t all that great, but at least she stuck around and tried. He only came around for money, both times my grandparents told him no and Mum threatened to break his knee with that fire poker in the other room.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah, he wasn’t a good man,” you shrug, starting to plate the food. 

“I feel like I should’ve helped.”

“You kept me company, and that’s just as good as helping,” you smile up at him.

“I should at least set up the table,” he offers, clearing his throat as he stands up right, taking the silverware out of the drawers.

“If you insist.”

“Can’t have you thinking too little of me so soon,” he teases and you scoff. 

“You get a pass for today, it’s been a rough one for you.”

You don’t notice the way his eyes travel over your body, and even if you had, you wouldn’t have thought anything of it. He’d had a few drinks and his day went from good to a headache. He wasn’t the first guy to look you over and he wouldn’t be the last.

While he poured more drinks, you grabbed two water bottles out of the fridge, before finally taking a seat across from him at the table. Once again, the conversation flowed effortlessly and, the more you both drank, the harder it got to remember that this man was married to your Mother.

He’s your stepfather. 

When dinner is done, he insists on doing the dishes.

“It’s no big deal-”

“I derailed your day a bit, it’s the least I can do,” he laughs softly as he starts washing off the plates.

“Alright, you have a job, you’re a good Father, you’re good looking...why didn’t your first marriage work out?” you question, leaning against the counter.

You don’t miss the heavy sigh or the way his movements faltered a bit before answering.

“I cheated on my wife with a family friend. She never found out that it was a friend, but it wasn’t hard for her to figure out that I’d been up to something I shouldn’t have been.”

“Ah, so you are capable of making a mistake.”

“You’re not mad at me?” he laughs softly.

“It’s not like you cheated on my Mum, besides, it’s not like her record is perfect.”

“No stern talking to?” he smirks towards you.

“I’m just getting to know you,” you laugh. “She clearly saw something in you and didn’t feel the need to consult me on it. If she trusts you, I’m gonna have to trust that she knows what she’s doing.”

“You are somethin’ else.”

“I get that a lot.”

For just a moment, as both gaze at each other, you forget that there’s a line you shouldn’t be crossing with this man. It was literally just discussed that he’s married to your Mother. That doesn’t seem to matter right now , though. Not when he’s fun, handsome, and looking at you like he wants to get to know every little thing about you.

Well, that is until your Mother comes stumbling through the front door. 

“Fuck!” she exclaims, crashing into the wall.

“I’ll handle it,” you mutter, quickly pushing yourself up from the counter.

You need to get away from him anyway.

“I hope you’re happy,” she slurs as you collect her. “He hates me and it’s your fault. Men always hate me because of you!”

“So happy to be staying here,” you mutter, kicking the door close as you help her stand upright.

“You ran your Father off, my other boyfriends-”

“Did ya eat tonight?”

“As if you give a fuck,” she scowls barely bothering to help you get her up the steps. “Jim is good man-”

“He’s done nothing but sing your praises all bloody night, he’s not goin’ anywhere. Now, stop being difficult and walk with me.”

“I can do it m’damn self!”

“As tempted as I am to let that happen, you’d break ya neck and I’d feel bad. Now, lets go.”

“Bitch.”

“I know,” you sigh.

Lacking both style and grace, you get her up the stairs and unceremoniously into the bed, helping her to get her shoes off as well as her shirt. By the time you pull the covers up over her, she’s snoring. You’re quick to get to the bathroom and fill up one of the disposable cups in there and grab two aspirin, before quickly and quietly making your way back into the bedroom and putting them down on her nightstand. Giving your small kiss on her temple, you quietly make your way out of the room and let out a deep breath. 

There’s no way you can stay here for the entire Summer.

With a look of pure pity written across his face, Jim asks, “are you okay?” once you’re back in the kitchen.

“Nothing I haven’t handled before,” you respond with a defeated smile. “I’ll be out of here by the time both of you are up.”

“Y/N-”

“She’ll be like this for the entire Summer if I stay, which will make the both of us miserable in return.”

“I can talk to her.”

“You’re sweet. I can see why she worked her magic on you.”

“Please-” “Thank you for doing the dishes and putting the food away. Don’t stay up too late,” you smile at him before getting on your tiptoes and giving him a small kiss on the cheek. “Good night, Jim. It was nice meeting you.”

You grab your phone off the table and make your way upstairs, laughing softly and shaking your head at your Mother’s snores which have grown much louder in the short amount of time it took you to get back upstairs. 

Plopping down on your bed with a heavy sigh, you unlock your phone and text the one person you can always count on.

Y/N: I’m sorry it’s so damn late, but would you be okay with me stayin’ with you for the Summer?

Cherry Bomb: Just put your goddaughter down. You know you’re always welcome here! Y/M/N being a cunt?

Y/N: I’ll tell you all about it in the mornin’. Love you and thank you.

Cherry Bomb: I should’ve been ya first stop ;) 

You laugh softly, placing your phone down on your nightstand and turning over to your side, doing your best to ignore the events of the day. You’re half asleep when you hear Jim make his up the stairs and join your Mother in the bedroom. 

‘Soon enough, all of this will be a distant memory,’ you think to yourself as you drift off to sleep.

If only that were true.

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[gleefulpoppet]

NOW COMPLETE

Sonder Word Count: 460,500 [Explicit] Lots of art and photographs

[AU] Kurt is one of the most respected and talked about men in the fashion industry and business world. His app Style•Revolution is the fastest-growing app in history, still rising after three years. Recently, he moved the company to Seattle to be at the heart of the newest technology epicenter in the United States. Yet, with all his success, experience keeps teaching him to be wary of people’s motives who want to be close to him, and he wonders if he’ll be alone forever. Or maybe this city has plans for him that he can’t imagine when his gaze locks with a mysterious, honey-hazel-eyed busker.

You can read on AO3 [here].

[giulliadella]

My grandma asked me to draw fanart of Teacher and Shiva from "The Girl from the Other Side" manga. She saw me watching the OVA movie and said "Aww what a cute little girl!" so we watched together and she loved it and wanted fanart, so here it is!

I really loved the manga and beautiful relationships between these two, but the ending honestly SUCKS DONKEY BALLS. It had the same feeling as the ending of Game of Thrones to me, it left me completely empty and I felt like I wasted time on this story for no reason. At least, the anime version had a better ending. And the animation was stunning!

Teacher and Shiva are still very dear characters to me and I still adore the relationship they had up until the last volume. I hope we get a full length anime series with them, just with a different ending lmao.

The art was made with pastels, charcoal and colored chalks on paper.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

+Bonus

[note-boom]

I'm trying to catch up with BSD s5 now that I have time and I'm less than 2 minutes into ep 2 and already I'm going insane and shaking someone's metaphorical shoulders because, because -

"I trusted my soul."

"Actually, I had no way of knowing if they'd believe me."

That's how a story WORKS. The story only has power over you so far as you give it power over you. And if you are a reader or the author of a story, you have that choice to break free from the narrative that's entrapping you. It's like when we get so invested in a piece of fiction and it starts taking over our lives and we have to take a step back and go, right...this is fiction. I know what reality is because I am an individual soul, not a narrative's character and plaything and this story only have power over me as much as I give it power. The characters in BSD might be the characters of the BSD narrative, but they are not the characters of the Book. They are people. Unpredictable, beautiful people that even Ranpo - who CAN predict everything that follows the pattern of a story - cannot fully predict. Because you cannot predict a person's actions or thoughts or future, you can only trust in them

[midnightwerewoolf]

I high-key enjoyed everything about the conversation between Oberon and Guda, them talking about everything the master of Chaldea has gone through their guilt about having to prune away the Lostbelts, meeting people who would otherwise never exist in Pan Human History, seeing them trust THEM their hopes of a better future, seeing them die, seeing them fight for their right to exist.

And them being able to unload all of this on Oberon of all people, because technically he isn't one of the people who are counting on them, he's here to help and so far he has been a great aid to them.

And then there's the fear they have over Mash's disappearance.

They know Mash is capable of defending herself, that she's strong enough to hold back against anything that tries to harm her.

But everything that they already have been carrying with themselves, all the guilt and responsibility...

A savior complex is the best way to put it.

There's a lot to get into when it comes to how everything that has been happening in the game keeps affecting the protagonist and how being a hero holds them down...

And then there's...

This, Oberon's initial answer of wanting to beat Morgan but that's... To be expected, that's logical.

So why not the real reason?

The person from the story who could love Oberon in spite of his own faults, but there's a problem.

She's only a character created by Shakespeare, someone specifically designed to love him.

A lie that keeps him going, a lie that makes him Oberon.

(I might touch into this later.)

[spider-gem]

One thing I absolutely love about the Wizard of Oz is how each of the main characters have to go on a journey in order to gain something they already have.

I did a rewatch of the film after seeing Wicked: Part One, and surely enough my Wicked brainrot melted (ha. hehe. pun unintended at first. but not anymore) and blended with a newfound Wizard of Oz brainrot. Because of this, I’ve been thinking about both a LOT and wanted to share an epiphany I’ve had for a while.

The Scarecrow claims that he is brainless and can’t make up his mind or come up with an intelligent thought because of this. And sure, he has straw stuffed in his head, not brains. However, his actions in the movie show otherwise. We seem him effectively come up with a strategy to taunt the trees into throwing their apples they weren’t willing to give up, effectively giving Dorothy the food she needs. Later on in the movie, it’s his idea to cut down the chandelier in order to get away from the Wicked Witch’s guards. He has multiple clever ideas throughout the film, and if you know what happens in the second act of Wicked (don’t worry, no spoilers here if you don’t) you know the extent of his intelligent plans.

So, is he truly brainless?

The Tinman claims he doesn’t have a heart, and therefore cannot feel love, joy, etc. And sure, bang on his chest and hear for yourself: it’s hallow. However, it’s hard to buy that he can’t feel emotions when he so clearly does throughout the movie. If you plan on watching the movie, pay attention to his face. Our metal friend is crying in almost every situation. He cries when Dorothy and the Cowardly Lion fall asleep in the poppy field, he cries when Dorothy and Toto are taken by the flying monkeys, he cries when he meets the Wizard. You can even see he even cries after the Wicked witch melts. Seems very sensitive for someone without a heart and the ability to feel. He also immediately agrees to help Dorothy get to the Emerald City after seeing the Wicked Witch threaten her ONCE.

So, is he truly heartless?

The Cowardly Lion claims that he has no courage. This is easy to believe when we see how frightened he is at all times. However, courage isn’t measured by how reckless someone is. It’s measured by doing the deed that frightens you. This is something we see the Lion do every time he’s on screen. He’s terrified of leaving the forest, but he does it anyway. He almost turns away from meeting the Wizard, but he does it anyway. He’s scared shizless of facing the Wicked Witch- they ALL are- but he does it anyway. He doesn’t want to let down Dorothy, but he puts aside his fear to save her.

So, is he truly missing his courage?

And finally, Dorothy searches for a way home. It is revealed at the end of the movie that she had the power to return home with her all along, on her feet. So why was this journey necessary and why did Glinda wait until the end to tell Dorothy this?

The group of four seek out the Wizard for something he was never able to give them. He’s a fraud, of course, but that’s beside the point. The point is, they already have what they yearned for. The Scarecrow has intelligence, Tinman has human emotions, the Lion has courage, and Dorothy has the power to get herself home. The journey seems like it was all for nothing, but that is simply not true.

If Dorothy never started her journey, the Scarecrow would still be tied to that post and would never learn that he had the intelligence he yearned for if he never used it. The Tinman would still be rusted and frozen, never learning that he does have the ability to feel and care for others. The Lion would still be alone in his habitat and never be encouraged to face his fears. And Dorothy would have never learned that there is strength and power that she never knew is within her. She’s no longer just a little girl from a farm in Kansas - she is a hero and she is the reason she can get back home.

And THAT is an important message of the Wizard of Oz. You’ll never find your strength if you don’t look within yourself and test it. You just need to step out of your comfort zone in order to find yourself. In turn, you can help others do the same. And yes, sometimes it takes the power of friendship and encouragement to find your intelligence, empathy, courage, and power.

[enteringtartarus]

thinking about seasons of fear and eight commenting on holes in swiss cheese as random dialogue in the background

[philiponmycracker]

Fun fact, apprantely Tom had decided to officially come out during the Oscars as part of his acceptance speech should he have won for his role as Mozart (by mentioning the relationship he was in at the time, how sweet) but he didn't win so it never happened. Then during a press conference for The Normal Heart, Larry Kramer outed him unintentionally by saying how great it is to have a gay actor play Ned Weeks and Tom was like "oh, okay" but nobody wrote about it so nah?? lmao i just ahsksjasbeufhskanh

[messy-crisantemo]

I got super emotional over the anime trailer, I just needed to draw Qifrey

[n0connections]

[Podfic] Same as it Ever Was

Written by: @hexiewrites

Read by: N0Connections

Rated: E Duration: 5 hours 40 mins

Summary:

In 1986, Steve Harrington is doing his best. Trying to rebuild a life for his friends who’ve been to hell and back, and trying to carve out space for himself and his strange growing friendship with Eddie Munson.

At least, until Eddie leaves.

Four years later they meet again, and Eddie comes crashing back into Steve’s life, ready to tear down the walls Steve has painstakingly built around his heart.

Or: a story about holding on, letting go, and opening your heart to the unexpected. Even if the unexpected is a flighty rockstar in skin tight jeans.

Listen to the full pod here!!!