#Not really old

[nataliedoesnotlie]

lemonade mouth was ahead of it’s time and bridgit mendler deserved more fame

[pirateprincessjess]

When I was a kid my family pretended to get raptured so I would think I was left behind on earth while they all went to heaven.

I was like 8 years old and my sister and mom had gotten really into the Left Behind novels (bible fan fic about the rapture). In the books when the rapture happened the clothes that people were wearing when they got raptured were left behind in neatly folded piles.

One day when I was getting home from school my family decided that they would leave piles of neatly folded clothes around the house, and then hide in the basement.

The intended effect was that I would get home and see the clothes then, think that my family had been raptured and that I wasn’t good enough to get into heaven… or something?

The problem was that I had never read these books, and didn’t really think about the rapture very often. There was no reason that I would see some laundry on the floor and think “The rapture happened and I’ve been abandoned by God! I’ll never see my family again!! Oh nooo!!!!”

I just sat down and watched cartoons and eventually my family got bored and revealed that they were all hiding in the basement.

It’s a good thing I didn’t understand the joke, otherwise that shit would have been traumatic.

[imperatoralicia]

I get a lot of entertainment thinking about how containers are used in video games sometimes.

[s0up1ta]

toxic yaoi or something idk i haven't watched gravity falls

[ariespetal]

They start talking like retired men on a golf course and it makes marcille overly aware of the passage of time

[woodsteingirl]

starting a collection. pierre talking to natasha in war and peace

[planefood]

rules for thee and not for me

[maibeloved]

Guess who is back in their gravity falls phase! (After it being dormant for almost a decade!)

[solarwreathe]

in another universe they could have been playing at the beach

[kedreeva]

There's some dude (derogatory) on FB who is PISSED people are pricing their farm fresh eggs at $2 and $3 a dozen instead of $4+, saying it's "disrespectful" and "undignified" and "I'm trying to feed my kids" like Sir, you are on a Facebook group page bitching about your neighbors egg prices because your pet chickens aren't earning you a living wage and you think it's your neighbors' fault, you do not have a leg to stand on here wrt dignity.

Also half the answers are like "I give them to friends and family free" or "I donate them to food banks" or "I'm making them affordable to folks who might not otherwise be able to get them now that they're so expensive in the store" and "if you think you're going to turn a profit keeping backyard chickens you have been wildly misled" and so on, and so forth, and I'm so living for it.

and I can tell you right now, he did NOT like my answer of "if you're trying to feed your kids, I hear eggs are edible."

[hinamie]

10 years later

[jamies-rambles]

The Writer's Departure

Author's note: this is by far the most personal shit I've put on here, but I doubt anyone will read it. This is for me. A proper end to the series, different than I imagined, but an ending nonetheless. Turned out very different from what I planned for this story even, I just wrote it in one go pretty much and there might def be many typos in it, but who cares. If you don't know me, I doubt this will interest you. If you do know me, you might still not want to read it, perhaps even more so. Felt good to write.

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Tidal Wave

Jamie was feeling conflicted. This was nothing new, philosophy was not for the weak minded, and Jamie was not new to emotional doubt and struggles either. They had felt the pit of dread in their stomach before, often while dealing with matters of identity and dysphoria. The pit had gone away with time, after he'd allowed himself to let go of the labels, the boxes he thought he was supposed to fit in.The pit was back now.

Binero was a tough guy to be friends with. he was often rude or harsh, but Jamie had patience and always tried to see the best in him regardless. This time, it felt different.

His outburst after hearing of Ryan's death was hurtful, but Jamie understood he was just acting out. No, it was bigger than one moment. Bigger than Jamie himself even, as he had witnessed the way Bin treated others. The way he threw them aside as soon as they disagreed with him. How easily he spread rumors, started by an oversimplification that would turn into an outright lie. His black and white thinking, speaking in absolutes, ignoring every nuance. So eager to point out other people's wrongs, yet somehow always in the right himself. His insistence than anybody who dared to go against him was only looking for a fight. Jamie saw how he intimidated people, even those who you'd think would have earned his respect by now.

Jamie thought of his brother, stubborn and disrespectful to a fault, always believing he knew better. They recalled how, as a child, they had learned to be very careful when speaking, knowing that even one wrong word could lead to another argument. The tension this had created, how long it took before he was able to stand up for himself without fear.

Jamie sighed, the insomnia getting to him. Maybe he was overreacting. He didn't want to make false accusations, or be the kind of person to talk shit behind someone's back. But he needed to speak with someone who knew Bin as well as he did, maybe even better, just to see if they had experienced similar frustration. They decided to go for a walk, to clear their head and try to shake the feeling that they were being watched.

Plastic Island

Moving away from Coastle had been rough. Even tho he had thought himself ready, once the time came, Jamie felt himself missing his little mushroom, the gay writing corner, even the dumb Ikea balloons. The new island, still unnamed, felt soulless. Binton, to Jamie at least, was the embodiment of this lifelessness. A huge, mostly empty building, made with the intention of taking up as much space as possible and lacking any real character.

Jamie's tower was tall, yes, but it had life, shape and color. Although their heart was truly in their second home, built to look after grandma's old house.

Annie Langedijk-Mens was not just any old lady. She was spirited until the very end, had a positivity that seemed almost endless and great care for others. Her house was much more than just that, it was an open door, a warm cup of tea and a listening ear. A place where everyone was welcome, and you could always be yourself as long as you respected others too. Jamie had always loved coming over to talk, do some puzzles, do crafts together. Mom always said they got their creativity from grandma, which must have been true, seeing all the beatiful things she had created. Next to the house was the garden, much bigger in real life, where grandpa Q had always been strutting about, farming potatoes, cucumbers, beetroots, carrots and many more things for the entire neighborhood. Always for free, they didn't need the money, and a kind gesture would pay itself back in time.

Lost in thought, Jamie barely noticed a voice speaking behind them. "Are you the author?" a low voice with a thick British accent asked. Startled, Jamie turned around to see a strange man with long, slightly curly hair. He was not very tall, shorter than Jamie even, but still imposing. His skin was slightly tanned, his clothes ragged, and his eyes stared directly into Jamie's. It was not a pleasant stare. Jamie felt a shiver, the sharp gaze unwavering, the strange man still waiting for his answer. "And who are you?" Jamie asked, trying to hide their discomfort. The man stepped forward, his eyes even closer. "Call me the Archivist," he said, reaching out a hand. It took Jamie much longer than it should to realize he was going for a handshake. With some hesitation, he shook the stranger's hand, a strange fear creeping up their back. "You're the author, right? You write about the things that happen around here?" Jamie nodded, his voice stuck, unsure of what this man wanted from them.

The Archivist smiled. "We have been watching you for a while, Jamie. l personally am a big fan of your work. I wonder, how does the story end? Does the butler come back from hell? Does the god realize his loneliness, does he stop pushing everyone away?"

Jamie wanted to tell the man to leave him alone, that he wasn't going to write any more, that it was over, but he felt himself starting to speak without wanting to, his voice dragged out by some invisible force. "The butler meets his dad again in hell, who is a demon," they started. "With his help, he works his way up until he becomes the butler of the Devil himself, Jeremy. I was thinking Bin should realize his mistakes and apologize, after which he might get a new love interest. But now I think that is too out of character, and he is much more likely to end up alone instead."

The Archivist nodded, his gaze still not leaving Jamie's. "Your stories, they are based on your friends?" he asked. "Well, I don't know if I would consider all of them friends, or even most of them at this point. I just observe, and sometimes I make up fun stories based on the interactions between them." Jamie surprised himself with their honesty, having no idea why they were telling this to a complete stranger. But something about the man's eyes made them feel like he would find out anyway, that he had his way of knowing about things.

"So this Binero, he has gotten on your nerves? You no longer want him to live happily ever after?" "Well, I honestly don't think he deserves it," Jamie started, the words being pulled from their chest. "Or maybe he doesn't even really want it. Relationships take effort, and if he doesn't want to make that effort and would rather push everyone away, doesn't it make more sense for him to be alone?"

Jamie fumbled with their hands, anxiously waiting for the man to leave, hoping this answer was enough for him. The archivist let out a deep sigh, and held a tape recorder up to his face. "Statement ends," he spoke, before clicking the button. Jamie hadn't even noticed he had been recording. And a tape recorder? Those things were ancient, why would anybody still use those? "You like him, don't you?" the Archivist asked. Before Jamie could deny this, he continued: "Don't bother denying it, you should know we see all. You should talk to him. I know you don't want to, and I understand why, but you'll never be able to let it go if you don't talk it out. I see you. I know you." Jamie wanted to object, say that there would be no point in talking, but their voice had left them again, and so had the strange man. He seemed to have gone just as suddenly as he appeared.

Atomic Man

Jamie found himself standing in front of Binero's house, the Archivist's words lingering in his mind. They dreaded this, but there was truth in what the stranger had said. With a heavy heart, they rang the doorbell. And waited. Silence, nothing, maybe he wasn't even home. Maybe this was all stupid, they should just forget Bin ever existed and move on, he clearly didn't care anyway and - "Jamie?" They looked up to see Binero standing in the doorway.

"Hey," Jamie said sheepishly. Binero looked at them, more than a bit surprised. "Why are you here?" he asked. Jamie wasn't sure what to say. How was he supposed to just explain it all? Would he even want to hear it? "I need to ask you something," they said. "I need to know where I stand." The surprise and confusion didn't fade from Bin's face. "What do you mean? Can you be more concrete?" With all the courage he had built up, which wasn't much, Jamie blurted out: "I want to know how you see me." Binero raised an eyebrow. "Jamie, I am incredibly busy, I would have to think on that. I will answer you later." Jamie nodded, trying to hide their disappointment. "Take your time," they mumbled, walking away as fast as they could. Through the window, he could see his screen, a driving simulator game on pause.

The answer came, hours later, and Jamie was once again at Bin's door. They sat down in his living room, if you could even call it that. They sat there, miles apart, and Binero started talking. "I don't know why you are here, or what you want from me. You have been super negative recently, hating on my house. Did you know Sidget designed it? You're bullying him, really, and he's already such an insecure kid. You said this place was toxic, I can't even take that seriously. A lot of negativity has left with you, so I honestly don't know why you came back. Shame it got this far, but hey. I am not sorry for anything."

Jamie swallowed. The dread was strong, they felt the frustration coming back, hitting them like a rock. But they came here to talk, and so they would. "I guess I'll just go bit by bit then," he said, trying his best to hide his anger. "I have talked to Sidget personally, he knows I don't hate his designs and that I appreciate him. It's a lot more nuanced than you are making it seem. And as to why I am here, I feel the need to explain why I left in the first place. I don't regret leaving, but I know how painful it can be when someone just breaks contact without any clear reason, and I don't want to feel like there are things left unsaid."

Binero shook his head. "Seems to me you're just looking for a fight. You're trying to manipulate me into feeling bad again, but I am not playing this game."

"I am not playing any games, I don't want anything other than some sort of mutual understanding," Jamie tried. "I have tried to explain so many times how the way you act affects me negatively, and all I ask is for you to try to place yourself in my shoes just once. It seems to me you have a lot of difficulty doing this, to the point where you don't even try."

Jamie noticed they had started shaking. He hated that Bin had this effect on him, but he wanted to try. To hope he could somehow get through, if he could only find the right words. If he could just get through to him, even a little bit.

Binero just stared at them, no discernible emotion on his face. "Oke?" he said. Jamie wondered for a second if Bin had even heard him. What kind of response was that? Did he truly care so little? Why were they even still trying? The Archivist's words echoed in his head. He swallowed again.

"I guess understanding is not a value that matters to you," they said bitterly. "You know, I mostly left because I just can't be neutral towards you. I wouldn't even try if I didn't care so much. I could go on and on about hoe much you annoy me, but that was true from the start, and still..." Jamie stopped, unsure if he should even say it. There probably wasn't a point to it. Their relationship was too far gone, and he really just wanted to be able to get over it, but something just didn't let him. The reason they used to stay up all night just to talk to him. The reason they want to hope, despite all reason, that Bin was capable of change.

Binero inhaled, ready to start another argument, but Jamie interrupts him. "I loved you," he said. He looked at Bin, trying to read him, but his face kept the same expression. His eyes said that same toneless "oke" again.

A noise behind Jamie broke the deafening silence. He knew what it meant. Tentacles wrapped around his ankles, arms and torso, squeezing and making them unable to move. Jamie wanted to scream, but the emptiness silenced him, dragging him down.

When The War Ends

The silence was deafening. Jamie could hear his own heart beating loudly, so loudly. Things were turning, even though there was nothing. Spinning until it made him dizzy. They wanted it to slow down, but it was hopeless. They tried. Grandma would be proud that he tried. You don't just drop someone you care about. In this case, there seemed to be no point anymore. Jamie sighed, realizing just how tired he was. The spinning slowed. They tried to get up, despite the darkness, trying to ignore the headache.

His entire body hurt, but he knew he'd be alright. They got out. Not the way they had hoped, but maybe this was for the best. It was time to stop hoping for Bin to change. Jamie allowed himself a minute to feel sorry for him. Sorry that Bin would likely never know real personal growth, or healthy relationships. That he would keep pushing everyone who once cared for him away, until he ended up alone with a bunch of people who didn't challenge him in any way. Then the moment ended. And Jamie left.

[foldingfittedsheets]

It is insane to me that timestamps are optional on this webbed site. A major context clue is just opt in so I’ll reblog something from four years ago and people think it’s happening right just now like babe. Enable your timestamps. Why are you stumbling through the world with one eye closed?

[sunlit-mess]

???

[lgbtlunaverse]

Obsessed with characters who portray themselves as worse than they are. Who are lying to everyone including themselves about it. People generally assume if someone's lying about themselves they're trying to look better but sometimes they're trying to look worse. They attribute agency to where they had none, add intent to accidents, try to convince everyone that this is something they did instead of something that happened to them.

[agentromanoffsir]

neocities guide - why you should build your own html website

do you miss the charm of the 90s/00s web where sites had actual personality instead of the same minimalistic theme? are you feeling drained by social media and the constant corporate monopoly of your data and time? do you want to be excited about the internet again? try neocities!!

what is neocities?

neocities is a free hosting website that lets you build your own html website from scratch, with total creative control. in their own words: "we are tired of living in an online world where people are isolated from each other on boring, generic social networks that don't let us truly express ourselves. it's time we took back our personalities from these sterilized, lifeless, monetized, data mined, monitored addiction machines and let our creativity flourish again."

why should I make my own website?

web3 has been overtaken by capitalism & conformity. websites that once were meant to be fun online social spaces now exist solely to steal your data and sell you things. it sucks!! building a personal site is a great way to express yourself and take control of your online experience.

what would I even put on a website?

the best part about making your own site is that you can do literally whatever the hell you want! focus on a specific subject or make it a wild collection of all your interests. share your art! make a shrine for one of your interests! post a picture of every bird you see when you step outside! make a collection of your favorite blinkies! the world is your oyster !! here are some cool example sites to inspire you: recently updated neocities sites | it can be fun to just look through these and browse people's content! space bar | local interstellar dive bar creature feature | halloween & monsters big gulp supreme peanutbuttaz | personal site dragodiluna linwood | personal site patho grove | personal site

getting started: neocities/html guide

sound interesting? here are some guides to help you get started, especially if you aren't familiar with html/css sadgrl.online webmastery | a fantastic resource for getting started with html & web revival. also has a layout builder that you can use to start with in case starting from scratch is too intimidating web design in 4 minutes | good for learning coding basics w3schools | html tutorials templaterr | demo & html for basic web elements eggramen test pages | css page templates to get started with sadgrl background tiles | bg tiles rivendell background tiles | more free bg tiles

fun stuff to add to your site

want your site to be cool? here's some fun stuff that i've found blinkies-cafe | fantastic blinkie maker! (run by @transbro & @graphics-cafe) gificities | internet archive of 90s/00s web gifs internet bumper stickers | web bumper stickers momg | gif gallery 99 gif shop | 3d gifs 123 guestbook | add a guestbook for people to leave messages cbox | add a live chat box moon phases | track the phases of the moon gifypet | a little clickable page pet adopt a shroom | mushroom page pet tamaNOTchi | virtual pet crossword puzzle | daily crossword imood | track your mood neko | cute cat that chases your mouse pollcode | custom poll maker website hit counter | track how many visitors you have

web revival manifestos & communities

also, there's actually a pretty cool community of people out there who want to bring joy back to the web! melonland project | web project/community celebrating individual & joyful online experiences. Also has an online forum melonland intro to web revival | what is web revival? melonking manifesto | status cafe | share your current status nightfall city | online community onio.cafe | leave a message and enjoy the ambiance sadgrl internet manifesto | yesterweb internet manifesto | sadly defunct, still a great resource reclaiming online social spaces | great manifesto on cultivating your online experience

in conclusion

i want everyone to make a neocities site because it's fun af and i love seeing everyone's weird personal sites that they made outside of the control of capitalism :) say hi to me on neocities