#REMEMBER WHEN

[antimony-medusa]

hey, remember when QSMP released an ARG and we all started solving it in little discord groups and we were several hours in and steps into it and it was slow but working and then Cellbit went live, basically cracked his knuckles, and proceeded to do the most impressive display of enigma solving we'd ever seen, live, including organizing hundreds of people from all over the world to break a code I still don't understand how it worked and we all went holy shit you can DO that? top tier moment on quesadilla island.

[mrs-trophy-wife]

[iconsfinder]

[wildbluesorbit]

good morning to this painful memory🥲

[driveintheaterofthemind]

Remember When... Sally Field Had Two Board Games?

[browsethestacks]

Remember When... Comics Loved Mirrors?

[cleabellanov]

Remember when, at the very beginning of season 2, a lot of us had this theory in mind? About how Mobius decided to help, sort of rescue Loki in season 1 because he knew them before the memory erasure at the TVA?

Funny how that turned out to be true. Because he did know Loki. It's a nice circle, where they know each other for an undetermined while, then one of them doesn't.

[getwallowed]

WALLOWS LINES THAT MAKE ME FEEL

• 'my life's going by, but it's just begun.'

• 'all the times that feel like everything, when nothing really happens at all.'

• 'all the things you don't wanna let go, you wanna look back on in the cold.'

• 'there's a time you'll seek out a disguise, when you think people hate you the most. and it gets worse before it gets better, that's one thing that i've come to know. just so you know.'

• 'you've turned into someone that i never knew.'

• 'pick up the pieces, finding a place in the world to be.'

• 'when shit gets hard, don't worry about me.'

• 'laugh when i hit the ground.'

• 'we were wanting to grow up every weekend, now we're watching the moments as they're leaving.'

• 'don't let them take away all the games we've played; go on and take a bow, 'cause it's over now.'

• 'we can get up and try to feel ok again.'

• 'you & i, we grew up in the suburbs, now you're gone, the city's done a number. it is not the same without you around.'

• 'am i so thin that you can see through?' the fact that such a hit of a line comes from one of their most batshit crazy songs is so funny to me

• 'thought i saw your shadow under the door - just a trick of the light i've seen before.'

• 'what age would you call your prime? we've been at this for a long time.'

• 'i can't make up another drawn-out vague excuse.'

• 'is my silence deafening you?'

• 'i hope you're happy with the things that you've got, and i'll still remember all the bright parking lots.'

• 'heart on my sleeve, i just can't believe that i wasn't doing enough.'

• 'let's invite your friends for a backseat drive.'

• 'it's not a crime if you take what's given - it's just a crime if you're paying for it.'

[twofeetonthedashboard]

#outdoorlover

[meangreenbeanz]

When I was a kid there was this thing my church did every couple of months where we’d spend a Sunday singing old hymns for hours.

For the very last song, we’d turn off the lights and everyone would hold a candle, and we’d pass the flames from person to person till the room glowed with soft song and flickers of warmth. We all had different pacing so the words were incoherent, and there was never really a key, but it was still beautiful. Something about coming together and making music, not caring how good it sounds. Just the act of creating, of collectively rejoicing in something greater than ourselves.

And I don’t believe in that stuff anymore, and was honestly never super religious, but as a kid, I’d get literal chills. I thought that was God speaking. I remember trying to hide my candle from my parents so I never had to extinguish the flame. I’d pour the wax into one of the little collection envelopes so I could take the memory home with me. I wanted to live in the warm moment forever.

But the flame went out, and I grew up, and forgot. It has been so long since I’ve sung just for the joy. Too long since I’ve gone to church and felt that unique combination of reveling in glory and religious guilt that I still haven’t processed. Too long, much too long since I’ve felt like a part of something more.

I’d forgotten that specific type of joy until tonight at the Mountain Goats concert when the speakers broke but the crowd just kept singing and the JD walked off the stage to join us in the floor and we just…sang

It was so simple, but beautiful. We were singing “You were cool” a capella and just kept repeating the chorus and people started crying and JD reached out and comforted this one crying girl and then transitioned to singing “No Children” right as the speakers came back on and I remembered what it felt like to be a kid in church again

Something about singing a capella, taking a pause to breathe whilst in the crowded concert hall

Something about being an individual with my own interpretation of the lyrics related to my own specific experiences, but also a part of the whole. We are all here, singing, rejoicing, exalting. We all matter.

Something about the collective happiness despite the difficulty, how complete strangers were crying together, how we all got swept into the magic… if that’s not religious glory then I don’t know what is

[antimony-medusa]

hey, remember when like five people were live at once and we all emerged from streams to ask what had happened on each other's streams and the slimearianas tearfully reported that their guys had had sex and we were like "so like metaphorically" and the slimearians had to report, shaking and crying, that no, the words "full minecraft penetration" had been used and they discussed who was on top. and played coldplay. qsmp. you just don't get experiences like this anywhere else.

[emeralddoeadeer]

call me, maybe

on Ao3

I've been getting some love on the fic I wrote to mess with @kay-elle-cee, so I figured I'd randomly share it again... sorry, you're welcome.

“I called you at 2am because I need you.”

Muggle AU, 460 words

Lily opens her eyes with a start, her heart racing in her chest.

With only a slither of moonlight cutting through the open curtains, she scans the room for any sign of what pulled her from sleep.

It wasn’t raining before, when she left the window ajar to welcome a coolness that only comes at night, now joined by a steady pitter patter.

The draught perhaps, or the rain itself woke her from slumber.

Turning her pillow over, she relishes the fresh cotton scent, breathing deeply in the hopes that sleep will return.

A rattling buzz echoes from somewhere outside her room, brief and then gone.

And then, again.

Fully alert, Lily slides from bed, silently making her way from the room.

In the dark hall, the sound is more insistent, more jarring.

She follows the disturbance to the kitchen, finding the culprit sitting precariously on the kitchen counter.

James Potter                              now

Missed call

James Potter                        2m ago

Missed call

James Potter                        5m ago

Missed call

James Potter                        7m ago

Missed call

“Shit.”

Her fingers tremble as she swipes the notifications away, she shakes her head from side to side, willing away intrusive thoughts as panic spreads through her.

James Potter

Calling

“James?”

“Hey Lil—”

The grip around her throat —around her heart— releases at the sound of his voice bearing the familiar ability to set her at ease.

“What’s going on? Are you ok?”

He sighs down the phone, makes a humming sound.

“Are you at home?”

“Of course, I’m at home James it’s two in the morning, has something happened?”

“Can I come up?”

“What?”

“I’m outside.”

Impossible to fight the draw of those words, she makes her way to the window, looking down to the street.

Sure, enough a tall figure stands against the lamppost directly outside her flat, no mind to the time, no mind to the weather, no mind to impropriety.

“James…”

“Please Lily, I need you, I need—”

“I’m sorry— you should go.”

It isn’t an easy thing to do, to hang up on their call. To watch from her position behind the glass as he slumps against the post, she doesn’t need to see it to know his expression would break her heart.

James Potter wears his heart on his sleeve, in his eyes, in the crease of his brow and the pull of his lips.

Defeated, he crumples and Lily chokes back a sob, forcing herself away from the window.

Moving on autopilot, she washes the phone call from her face, rinses his name from her mouth and climbs back into bed.

A warm arm pulls her closer, nuzzling her neck “You ok darling?”

“Go back to sleep, I’m fine.”

She’s fine.

She’s fine.

Everything’s fine.

[iconsfinder]

[teathattast]

I remember when you told your brother

And the way it made you feel

I remember telling my brothers

I think this thing is real

[tiger-willow]

So I’ve been seeing lots of negativity regarding Twitter so I thought I’d share another old clip of another egg, Ramon! (Just to spread a little positivity!!)

This video was edited beepoobeep on YouTube and they made a lots of edits of old qsmp clips. Now they are inactivate but show them some love :)

[peletiersdixon]

Remember when Carol and Daryl were trapped in the cave, and Daryl told Carol that if he went through the same things she did, he’d probably react the same way she did, “unless YOU tried to stop me.” And that isn’t my own emphasis on “YOU”; that is directly from Daryl’s own mouth, and the emphasis HE placed on that specific word.