#STOP THE KEYBOARD

[viemarin]

light up the fire was so funny to me

like i know. the angst with an learning her aunt figure died like years ago and everyone she thought she could trust was lying to her.

but also

taiga casually telling her, ‘hey, your aunt and role model died of illness three years ago and everyone in this town knew and decided not to tell you anyway. also your music fucking sucks and i’m going to humiliate you in public to proove my point because fuck them kids HEY YEAH, THIS IS WHERE YOU ARE CAUCASIAN’

[wheneverfeasible]

TW: brief homophobic language

Steve plays the piano.

When he was a kid, Steve’s mom made him take piano lessons. He honestly hated it, hated how strict his instructor was, hated that he had to spend hours practicing when he could have been playing with his new friend Tommy. The thing was, Steve was good at it. He had an ear for music and could pick up songs after just hearing them a couple of times, even if they weren’t piano songs. There were also brief moments that his mom would actually pay attention to him, would sit at the piano bench with him and play her favorite songs.

Around middle school his dad told him that only pansies played piano, cutting an end to his lessons and instead enlisting him in every sport he could. Steve liked sports. He was good at that too, and at first his dad paid attention to him too which was amazing, but it only lasted one season. That was fine. Steve loved sports.

Then Steve met Robin, and they laughed at how horrible Tammy sounded singing, because even all this time he still had an ear for music. Then he met Eddie, and even though it wasn’t really his type of music, he could tell how talented Eddie was whenever he heard the older boy play after the world tried to end but they stopped it.

Steve and Eddie grew closer, and sometimes Steve even attended Corroded Coffin practice if he was free, much to Gareth’s original annoyance, and the music kind of grew on him. Sometimes he’d find himself singing the songs to himself in the shower or doing chores, or tapping out chords on the steering wheel when he drove Robin or the kids anywhere.

Steve was at one of these band’s practices when he noticed a keyboard set off to the side. He vaguely recalled Eddie ranting one day about the band arguing if they were going to add a keyboardist to their group or not, but the idea had been scrapped several months ago when they couldn’t agree on the sound.

During an intermission in the practice, while the band was all inside the house getting fresh drinks (Eddie was getting his for him), Steve hesitated before moving to the keyboard. He’d never played a keyboard before, and it had been years since he touched a piano after his father got rid of theirs when he started sports. He didn’t think he’d even remember how.

Despite this, his fingers moved with assurance over the keys, not playing one of the songs he’d learned in his youth but the song Eddie and his band had been playing just before break. His natural affinity for music had him able to translate the chords into piano keys easily, and he sort of lost himself in the music he plucked out for the first time in his life.

It wasn’t until the ending notes were lingering in the air and the sound of applause began behind them that he realized the band had returned, Eddie’s eyes gleaming above a wide smile while Gareth rolled his eyes.

“Fine. Your boyfriend can join the band,” the curly haired youth said, sounding aggrieved, but there was a curl to his lips that said that he was impressed.

Which was how Steve, former King of Hawkins High, found himself as the fifth member of the metal band Corroded Coffin as its keyboardist.

It also took until a week later, after his first official practice as part of the band, for him to realize that neither he nor Eddie protested Gareth’s claim of them being boyfriends.

[corknaut]

[sunnythanalan]

One of the best

I have been thinking about Erenville a lot and how the narrative allows us to really get to know him through the quiet moments. Through action rather than spoken words.

His mother calls him a fussy little bunbun, which is funny to begin with as we know him so far to be a taciturn and practical man. But while we travel with him we discover that he has suffered abandonment all throughout his life; first by his mother leaving him in care of others as she traveled herself, then by sending him away on his own travels, then further upon his return when there is a literal screen between them. The symbolism here is unmistakable. 

Then, as we progress, it becomes quite clear that Erenville suspects that there’s something wrong with his mother. Instantly he’s on the defensive, citing that her whimsy and overwhelming personality always overshadow his own wishes, and that he struggles to understand her, also to trust her. His quiet stoicism isn’t that funny anymore. 

In an ironic twist we discover that she has left him one last time, to the land of Living Memory. Even if it was never her intention to leave him in such a way, it must be hard to overcome that sense of continuous abandonment - and this time he has to say goodbye forever. That he draws away from everyone else to grieve and come to terms with this in solitude speaks volumes. It really indicates that he dealt with difficult emotions alone a lot while growing up, and in such a way he never learned how to rely on others. In the end, when finally pressed to the breaking point, Erenville lashes out in anger as the tools he made for himself fails him in processing all of his grief and fear alone. He has to find the courage to trust his mother with his emotions and that just as she's leaving him one last time.

Wuk Lamat is always right there in your face going through her emotions and leaning upon others for support, on the other side is Erenville, who draws back with his pain. We learn to know him just as deeply as Wuk Lamat, but through everything that isn’t said, rather than what is said. In fear of sounding effusive, even their appearance symbolises this: they're golden dawn and darkening dusk. Two sides of the same coin.

Honestly, personally to me, Erenville is one of the best written characters in this story so far. I love him deeply. I cried so hard for him.

PS. His love for his mother becomes so clear in the love he pours into the fauna that she mentored him in. While working as a gleaner, he's probably as close to her as he can be when she's physically not there. In the moments we see him care for animals his entire countenance changes, he becomes soft and caring, even exuberant and joyful.

[cubepusher3000]

I love Jerma but I hate googling him because half of the results are straight up just the most vivid examples of the horrors of the human mind can create via photoshop. Like what is this.

[myokk]

“They were once again standing on either side of the elegant stone pensieve, white-knuckled hands gripping its edges as they stared, wide-eyed, at each other. Their faces were so close together that the air Eloise breathed out was inhaled by Sebastian.

They stayed like that for seconds, minutes, hours, unable - unwilling - to break the spell.”

From chapter 11 of my fic 😇

[omegaversereloaded]

take a break from tumblr to focus on my mental and read marx -> arguing with zionists on r/punk

[sophios-draws]

"Oh? You're approaching me?"

celeste memes i made a few years back lmao

[owleics-fr]

undel applying gene fixes and she just sees this pop up in the corner of her vision

[gossippool]

this is going to be so unintelligible but i think the reason why i love wade so much is because he's so hard to wrap my mind around. even in just the movies there's this slight disconnect (?) in my mind between wade outside the suit, especially pre-mutation, and wade in the suit. i think it's a concept i tried exploring in my one fic where his suit seems like a caricature almost, but i think it's also just so unfathomable to reconcile how wade still is now, with everything he's been through and been able to bounce back from ("the one thing that never survives this place is a sense of humour").

but even just as a character he is insanely complex but also not?? he's so drawn to violence and takes lives so easily but saves them just as easily. he has dubious morals but sometimes just does things that are so GOOD. he's lethal but loves so fiercely, he's selfish but self-sacrificial. he's skilled and incredibly intelligent but also a klutz. he's cocky and unbearable but he knows it and hates himself. he is a walking contradiction and yet you can see exactly how he came to be this way. he's so unpredictable and yet you can trace the path that led him to where he is now, and you can trace the path ahead through the consequences of his actions.

and not to bring this up for the upteenth time but this is why i love gerry duggan's run so much, because he explores all these aspects of wade so masterfully (and also comics as a medium can sometimes be way better in exploring inner thoughts than movies). point is i love wade ok bye

[c00kietin]

Fugo, as requested by @johnny-but-emo - thank you for giving me motivation to draw 😌✨

do not repost please! thank you <3

[ducktracy]

compilation of my villagers bullying me. this will be a growing collection. these are all from today alone.

[c2-eh]

scuderiaferrari: Carlos and cold water ❌😅

[knockknockitsnickels]

Fury Appreciation post

[rosesutherlandwrites]

TODAY'S THE DAY! A Sweet Sting Of Salt is finally out in the world, and I can't wait to see her in the wild—if anyone happens to spot her somewhere fun, please snap me a picture, I'd love to tour vicariously through Salty's travels. Thank you so much today to Tumblr in general, and the Les Mis fandom (celebrating 162 slutty, slutty years) in particular: Without you, I'm not sure this would ever have happened, and for me, it's truly been a life-changing miracle. I love you guys. ❤️ And I hope you enjoy the book.

[illarian-rambling]

I might look like I'm writing, but I'm actually teaching three nosy cats how to type