#JEREMY IS ALIVE?

[dont-freeze-together]

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael Afton gets owned in FNAF 4

[not-equippedforthis]

forever mourning how granada holmes never adapted the three garridebs. diabolical. unbelievable, even. 'if you had killed watson you would not have made it out of this room alive' but in brett's frightfully intense and low, biting, hissing voice. the violent, wild stare versus the gentle hand on watson's knee. all of that precarious control getting flung out the window. the humanity of it. gritting my teeth can you fucking imagine.

[saintofsacrilege]

i kinda hope kevjerejean goes canon in earlier drafts of the golden raven or the final jerejean book only for nora to scrap it later and just go with jerejean because that’ll mean kevin has been booted out of the protagonist’s throuple not once but twice 😭

[4axel4loop]

"the task of being alive is a sacred one" / Book of Ancestors, Margaret Atwood

[trobedtism]

thinking about mike hanlon. mike hanlon, who stayed in derry for twenty-seven years out of a sense of duty, yes, but for the most part, out of his love for six losers who didn’t even remember he existed. the six losers who made him feel like he wasn’t an outsider for the first time in his life. six losers who helped him realize that it’s important to be tough, sure, but that it’s also okay to be soft too. it’s okay to care for the creatures that no one else does. (no matter what your grandfather says.) the six losers who defended him, who accepted him immediately and without hesitation. who showed him the “inexplicable warmth of friendship.”

and how that warmth vanished for the others when they left derry. but it never vanished for mike.

thinking about how mike hanlon must have ached, wanting to call them so much during the near-three decades apart, but knew logically that he couldn’t. because he knew they’d think It was back. knowing that they forgot him, not of their own volition, but because of the wretchedness of derry’s curse. it’s comforting some nights, but other nights mike can do nothing but stare at the photos the seven of them took in that photo booth.

mike hanlon being the outsider again, trapped in derry without the friends that gave life its meaning. and still staying, because of the immeasurable love he had for those friends. because of an oath he made to protect them.

and because of him, they all get a happy ending. he finally gets to leave his childhood home, his trauma, and make his own adventure, his own life. knowing that his friends are always there for him. and they’ll never forget again. all thanks to mike and his love.

he deserves everything 😭💛

[puppetlefty]

Yeah I’m posting my au now. Cause I need to make my own fnaf content now that fnaf week is over.

[alittlecrow]

Portrait study from the Solitary Cyclist.

I started this in July with the intention of finishing it before the Letters from Watson substack finished SOLI and that did Not happen.

I’ve been gradually chipping away at it ever since with it being about 20hrs just for the digital rendering. And it only took that long because I had to keep scrapping and restarting Holmes’ face and hand. All my love for Jeremy Brett, but his face is so specific that it was the greatest struggle to get his likeness any decent. And I still find it lacking. But what can you do.

I appreciate the learning experience this gave and it’s made me increase my efforts in digital painting in the weeks since I started it. And my complaints aside, I really did enjoy the process. Frustrating at times, but very rewarding. And I’m quite proud to have finished it instead of leaving it in my wips folder for eternity.

Anyways, bonus traditional sketch with too big Holmes Head and too small Watson Head and initial color comp.

[thecoppersoulbox]

Gotta say, it’s fun to see AJ playing an Everyman type of character, I feel like that’s not something we see very often. Like when Mark answered the phone I had a moment of “oh yeah he is just like. A guy huh. A guy who got dealt a bit of a shitty hand.” Meanwhile everyone around him is falling apart over this DIY wedding and all the other shit they got going on.

[vivitalks]

Last night I saw the Great Gatsby musical. Before I went, I reread the Great Gatsby book (for the first time since 11th grade!) to get a refresher on the source material and the original story. Having the book so fresh in my mind made seeing the musical really interesting, and now I am going to do something I never thought I'd do, which is post some lengthy meta about The Great Gatsby. If you haven't seen the musical, this post may still be interesting to read, but it does contain some mild spoilers, so I leave that up to you. If you also haven't read the book, godspeed lol.

There's a lot I could talk about here when it comes to the way the book was adapted for the stage. But there's one particular thing I want to zero in on in this post, and that's the "unreliable narrator" of it all.

In the book, Nick Carraway is our narrator. He's an unreliable narrator practically by default - the idea is that he's retelling events that occurred two years prior, from memory. But even knowing that Nick is probably not reporting all events and characters with complete accuracy, it's hard to know which parts exactly are wrong, or what might have happened in reality, because even though he's an unreliable narrator, he's still the only narrator and this is the only version of events we know. We're forced to take Nick as our surrogate and take him at his word. Until the musical.

(I wondered how the show was going to deal with the fact that the story of Great Gatsby is not only told by an unreliable narrator but also by an outside perspective - generally speaking the events of the Great Gatsby aren't happening to Nick, they're just kind of happening around him. Yet he's the voice of the story, so in that way he's central to it, and I was curious how they were going to balance that fact with the fact that Gatsby is functionally the main character.

I think they struck a really good balance in the end. Nick's beginning and ending lines, lifted verbatim from his book narration, frame him clearly as the anchor of the story - I think that's the best word for it; the audience jumps from scene to scene, many but not all of which contain Nick, but we know that Nick is always going to be where the action is, or that he will at least know about it. He may not be the main character, but he's an essential character. But I digress a little bit.)

The difference between the way the story is imparted to the audience in the book versus in the musical boils down to this: in the book, Nick "plays" every character, so all their dialogue and actions, their mannerisms and the way they're described and reported, it's all informed by the beliefs Nick holds about them. Whether he means to or not, his biases paint certain characters in certain lights, and because he is our eyes and ears to the story, we have no choice but to absorb those biases.

But in the musical, every character is literally played by a different actor. Nick can only speak for himself. Nick can only tell his own parts as they happened. He may be "telling" the story, but we're watching the story. We have the benefit of an unblemished perspective on things - we can watch the events the way they actually unfold, regardless of how Nick believes or remembers they went down.

This difference - between Nick as the narrator and Nick as merely his own voice - is crucial in how the musical develops each character, some of them fairly different from how Nick described them in the book. And there's one book-to-stage change - a fairly small one, all things considered - that, to me, illustrated this difference perfectly.

There's a line towards the end of the Gatsby book. Something Nick says in narration, after his final conversation with Tom Buchanan, talking about how Tom gave away Gatsby's name and location to George Wilson (which ultimately led to Gatsby's death). Nick writes:

"I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. It was all very careless and confused. They were careless people, Tom and Daisy — they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made…"

When I read this line in the book, I couldn't help vehemently agreeing. Screw those rich assholes! Money does corrupt! Tom and Daisy ARE careless wealthy people! It was easy to side with Nick, not only because he was the only perspective on the situation that I had, but also because he said this in internal response to a conversation with Tom, who, I think we can all agree, is a major jackass and a deeply unsympathetic character.

But in the musical, this line is spoken aloud by Nick. And he says it to Daisy, in her house, as she's packing up to skip town after Gatsby's death. In fact, he doesn't just say it; he shouts it, visibly and audibly outraged at her audacity to lead Gatsby on, ghost him, skip his funeral, and then move away to avoid the fallout. Nick is angry and highly critical of Daisy. But because we're no longer confined to his shoes, we also get to see Daisy's reaction - not as Nick remembers it, but as Daisy actually reacts. And because of that, we're able to really see, and confirm, that "Daisy is rich and careless" is not the full story.

I have to credit Eva Noblezada for a phenomenal performance (duh). Daisy in this scene is emotional, grieving, and it's clear she has been trying to contain these feelings for the sake of her husband and her own sanity. She's remorseful, not that Gatsby is gone necessarily, but that she allowed herself to entertain the fantasy of running away with him, only for it to be torn from her. She is trying to make the best of her unavoidable reality. And then Nick tears her a new one, calling her careless, accusing her of destroying things and being too rich to care.

And as I watched that scene, I was no longer wholly on Nick's side. I understood that this situation was so much more complex than Nick's chastisement acknowledged. Sure, Daisy wasn't innocent, but she also wasn't the callous rich girl Nick made her out to be. She did love Gatsby. And she also had a whole life with Tom. She had a daughter. She was a woman in the 1920s! That's a kind of life sentence even wealth can't erase.

The way Daisy responded may not quite have landed with Nick (if we consider the kind of fun possibility that the musical is the events as they happened and the book is Nick retelling those events as he remembers them two years later, then clearly Nick's disdain for Daisy's actions overtook whatever sympathy he felt for her), but the musical gave Daisy the opportunity to appeal to us. The audience. Having this omniscient perspective of things allowed us to draw our own conclusions, and I found myself a lot more sympathetic towards Daisy when I could both see and hear how she responded to Nick's verbal castigation.

In the book, Nick is the narrator. In the musical, Nick is a narrator. But he's no longer the sole arbiter of the story. The audience got to make our own judgements on the events as we witnessed them. Every one of us was a Nick - beholden to our own biases, maybe, but at least not beholden to his.

[kevindavidday]

if tsc 2 cover is a duck...if jean covers his tattoo with a duck or a daffodil...if jeremy hears about elodie and gives jean a cardboard duck named quack quack von quackenstein...

[hotvintagepoll]

If Ava and Jean both make it to round 3, will there be a three-way poll to keep the numbers even?

Yes. Anyone who makes it to round 3 via tie will be put into a three-way poll. This will be disastrous for everyone involved.

[meiloorunsmoothie]

i love his "that was stupid" laugh

[unladyboss]

THIS HAUNTS ME. RICHIE'S NOTEBOOK. SEASON 3 THE BEAR.

'I'm Carmy, chef!

Love me!'

With that Carmy being unalive

So who is Carmy supposed to be talking to?

[driftingvoid-155]

Scooped Mike laying on top of Jeremy with his ear pressed to his chest, listening to his heartbeat as Jeremy sleeps beneath him and feeling a little melancholic bc his own heart no longer beats but also being happy because Jeremy’s does and it’s here with him

[untltledforyourpleasure]

Hope

Paring: Jay Gatsby x Reader

My brain is finally working again and using it's full mental capacity to write a story (im thinking a series) but for now... ENJOY A CUTE LITTLE GATSBY BLURB FOR MY GATSBY FANATICS!

Hope is a funny thing. 

Within a moment, you have it, a small yet sharp spark in your belly that slowly spreads throughout your body until it reaches the top of your head until the bottom of your toes. It makes the tears that dare to fall from your eyes stop, all the rushing thoughts of doubt flee for just a second. Hope is a feeling that everyone gets every once in a while. Hope is a burning flame that engulfs you once acted upon.

Hope is a dream killer. 

Jay Gatsby stood at the edge of the dock in silence, watching the waves of the shore roll towards him, crashing into each other with a soft whoosh. The moon was bright tonight. It lit his entire body, making him appear as if he was a mere ghost from behind. His arm was extended, as if reaching across the shore for something. For someone.

I watched from a small distance away, eyes sliding over his figure as I always did. He was tall and strong, more than other men I’d seen at his parties. They always held themselves with stubborn pride. But Gatsby… he held himself with a stubbornness of love. Never quite staying but never letting go.

I pushed my feelings down and breathed in slowly as I approached him, reaching up to place a hand on his shoulder. “Jay,” I said. 

He jumped slightly, breathing my name. “You scared me, Dove,” he said, letting his arm fall to his side as his other hand covered mine. “What’re you doing up so late?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” I replied, looking out across the bay. A small yet green light stared back at me, mocking and taunting. I already knew the answer as to what he was doing. He did it every night without fail. “It’s nearly midnight, you know.”

“Is it? I must’ve lost track of time,” he said in a far away voice. I spared a glance at him to see his green gaze locked on the light across from us. My jaw tensed as I looked, too. How could a man like his, so caring and kind and thoughtful, deserve the mental pains he struggled with daily?

“I see.” I breathed in slowly, forcing the pains I felt down. “You have an early day tomorrow. Please, come to bed.”

“I…” Jay sighed, finally tearing his gaze away to look down at me. There was so much sadness and anger behind his eyes, but what was even more worrisome was the hope that was beginning to sprout. Hope that she would find him and come for him soon. Hope that she would love him.

I felt like crying. I felt like jumping in the water in front of me and drowning. I felt like grabbing him by the shoulders and reminding him that I’d been here for all of the harsh years life has thrown at him. I wanted to remind him that she hadn’t. 

I didn’t though. I just smiled up at him. “Come to bed, Jay,” I whispered. Slowly, the big smile I grew to love sprouted on his face, stretching across his teeth beautifully. 

“Okay,” he agreed, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to it. “Let’s go to bed, Dove.” However, they didn’t move towards the house. He leaned towards me and pressed his lips to mine, making me sigh in relief. It was soft and loving and intimate and my entire body reacted to it. My hand crept up to his collar to pull him closer. 

Jay slowly pulled back, biting my bottom lip softly. “I love you,” he whispered. I closed my eyes, savoring those words, silently wishing they were fully true.

“I love you, too,” I replied, grasping his hand and pulling him away towards the house. Another huge smile spread on his face as he stumbled along the dock behind me. Hope crawled into my mind as we opened the door and I smiled, turning to the bay one more time. She might have a hold in his mind during the day, but for tonight, his hope was in my love.

Fuck you, Daisy Buchanan. He’s mine.

...this was kinda shitty and I lowkey hate the ending but hopefully you like it! Love you all!

Like and reblog please!! Constructive criticism and writing tips are welcome💛💛!