#YOU HAVE ME THERE IF ITS A TRIPLE DOG DARE

[poor-little-greene]

ok but what if i told you that its what you do but its not you i blame???

[pookachuka]

i wanna run away and live on your family's boat

it's a triple dog dare you're a chicken if you don't

i can fish for our food and you know how to start a flame

if you don't get out now you'll only have yourself to blame

[mrchiipchrome]

Sixth Sense

W.C.- 1.4 k

Not very long but oh well

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“-And so she was all like…Less? Alessia, are you listening to me?” Katie taps the shoulder of the taller girl, seemingly zoned out fully.

“Hmm? Uhm, you’ll have to tell me later Macca, my Y/n-tingle just went off and I have to make sure she doesn’t lose a limb.” Jogging towards the dining room at the training ground, Alessia can soon feel Katie’s presence right beside her.

“What’s the Y/n-tingle?” She questions the younger forward, whom she had taken under her wing.

“When Y/n does anything stupid, dangerous, or the dreaded 2-in-1, I get a…feeling. It’s like my spidey-sense…” Alessia’s words trail off as they reach the lunch room, being met with the dreaded 2-in-1.

For you were standing on top of a table, decked out in a full bear costume, one foot high in the air and hands high above your head. The ski goggles didn’t do you much favor, cutting off your breathing slightly.

“Y/N Y/L/N GET DOWN!” The loud, unexpected voice startles you, the single foot on the table slipping. 

The resulting fall feels like one happening in slowmo, your back hitting the table and fully knocking all the wind out of your lungs.

“Ouch” Is the only thing you’re able to say as soon as you can get some air into your lungs, hand coming up to rest over your chest. 

“Holy shit, that was awesome Y/n!” Your partner in crime says, the girl is also known as one of your bestfriends in the entire world.

“Did you get it on film?” You ask excitedly, seeing Alessia shaking her head disappointedly in your peripheral vision. With the same enthusiasm as before, you waved her over.

“Less! Did you see that!?” The girl drags her feet over to where you’re now sitting on the table, standing in between your thighs.

“I sure did baby, it was very dangerous.” She tells you matter of factly, brushing her thumb over your cheek lightly.

“Well, when you get triple dog dared to do something, you do it.” With a quick kiss to her cheek and an even quicker slap to her butt, you jump off the table and run out the room. 

It doesn’t take long for your girlfriend to follow your lead, running out of the room to seemingly catch you.

The remaining women in the room look to Kyra, who’d been the one to film.

“Hey, don’t look at me! I wasn’t the one to triple dog dare her, Caitlin was!” And with that, two more people were running out of the room.

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“What would happen if I theoretically jumped off a trampoline and into a pool?” You whisper to the girl laying in your arms, the early morning sun painting the room with its gorgeous orange glow.

“You’d probably hurt yourself, don’t even think about doing it.” She mumbles sleepily, but firmly at the same time.

“I wasn’t thinking about doing i-” You get interrupted before you can even finish your lie.

“Stop lying, I know you better than you know yourself my love.” Alessia shoves her face deeper into the crook of your neck, exhaling loudly.

“Let’s say I hypothetically-”

“No Y/n, that’s dangerous.” Her voice holds a tone of finality, signaling the end of the conversation.

“But you haven’t even-” 

“I know you Y/n, it’s dangerous.” She presses her fingers into your ribs, the feeling making you giggle.

“Okay, okay, I won’t.” You tighten your arms around her, the girl not having noticed the way your fingers were crossed behind her back.

“Uncross your fingers and tell me.” The disappointed girlfriend voice was switched on again, the striker barely having enough patience to deal with you.

“How do you always know?” She quite obviously rolls her eyes at you, kneeing you in the thigh softly.

“Because we’ve been together for years.” You hum in agreement, muttering a quiet ‘fair enough’ into the damp London air.

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“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!” Kyra’s voice carries throughout the hallway, mixing with the voices of Gio and the rest of the youngsters.

That combined with Alessia’s gut feeling of you doing something stupid again makes for an uncomfortable situation.

Turning the corner, Alessia can see you standing beside Jen, chugging what looked to be sparkling water out of a plastic bottle.

“What is going on!?” Alessia’s booming voice turns a few heads, and apparently it surprises you enough for you to choke on the beverage, trying to cough it back up when more water flows down your throat. It ends with a Jen Beattie trying to pat your back and water dripping painfully from your nose as Alessia cusses you out.

“We were just having a contest to see who could chug-” Jen starts off, her powerful frame cowering behind yours slightly. No one liked to face Alessia’s protective side.

“I don’t care. I mean I get Y/n doing this, I could not stop her if i tried, but you? Jen you’re 32 for fuck’s sake, you shouldn’t be encouraging this behaviour.” Alessia rips into the older woman, leaving you to try to come to her defense.

“Baby, it was my idea. They were just convinced to help me, I promise-” 

“I know it was your idea love, therefore you are sleeping on the couch tonight.” ‘Oohhhhs’ spread throughout the room at Alessia’s delivered judgment.

“No, I’m sorry baby. It won’t happen again!” You stalk after her as she makes her way out of the room, feeling your teammates pat your back every so often.

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The only thing Alessia can hear when she gets home from training is a soft pitter patter sound, like something scratching against the ground repeatedly. She had been a little worried at training when her stupid-o-meter had gone off, but when she had called you everything had seemed fine.

Oh how foolish she was to believe you.

“Shhhh Fanta, don’t ruin the surprise for Mommy now.” Alessia moves towards the kitchen with tentative steps, leaning against the doorframe. She sees your crouched over body, one knee planted firmly on the ground and one pulled up to your chest.

“Y/n?” Hearing your name fall from her lips makes you stand up abruptly, the puppy in your hands hidden behind your back.

“Lessi, hi! Let me give you a quick hypothetical, what would you do if I brought home a golden retriever puppy named Fanta?” She can barely understand the rushed words coming out of your lips, but somehow she manages to decipher them well enough.

“That depends, is this scenario real?” Her eyebrow raises in your direction as a shrill bark comes from behind you.

“Right, funny story, we have a dog now. Meet Fanta!” The fluffy puppy you hold out towards her barks once again, Alessia’s gaze softening even more at the sight of it.

“I know I should be mad at you for buying a puppy, but I can’t possibly be mad at this adorable baby.” You hand her the puppy, who takes the opportunity to lick at Alessia’s cheek, giving her kisses.

“Hey, Fanta be careful, that’s my girl!” You call out jokingly, getting an amazing photo of Alessia smiling with the newest addition to your family.

“Oh, hi sweetness. I love you so much, yes I do” Alessia kisses Fanta’s head softly, the dog starting to squirm in her grasp. She lowers her body down to the floor, letting the squirming puppy jump out of her arms. 

Alessia wraps her arms around your waist in a strong grip, leaning up to kiss your temple. The two of you watch fondly as the puppy slips around on the slippery floor, likening a deer on ice.

“This might be your best stupid idea ever love.” She places her head on your shoulder, leaning back into your body.

You use your pointer finger to tilt her chin up, pressing a loving kiss to her lips.

“I take it that you like my surprise?” She hums tiredly in response, her beautiful eyes closed as you sway the blonde in your arms to the tune of an imaginary song.

“Does this mean you’ll let Katie throw darts around me like they do in the movies?” You whisper in her ear, not wanting to break the moment.

“Absolutely not.”

[glitterandviolence111]

PERVERTS: A FULL REVIEW🤍 -A

@mothercain

I've been sitting with this album for a few hours, and I'm so impressed with every track. the surprising diversity in styles, sounds, and themes while still having a cohesive vibe is something I don't hear that often. even in albums that I love to death. slightly erotic horror, drone, trauma in its most raw form. that's how I hear it. this album is not glamorous, it's terrifying. it's serious while still being a fun experience. the silent hill vibes are strong, with the only real break from that being Vacillator. that one is my favorite at the moment, since it really stuck out to me as being much more gentle. "If you love me, keep it to yourself", that's the main repeating lyric, but the jazzy vibes make it seem like more of a seduction. the suggestion is so soft. like a "Do it, you won't!", and triple dog dare to love, and not keep it to yourself. that's what I take from it. this track is the most comfortable. it's a middle ground.

getting into the rest of the project, Perverts is an insane opener. it's immediately so haunting and to me it was quite terrifying, I'm aware that wasn't fully intentional in the way Ethel describes the album, but that's what a lot of people including myself have felt. it's creepy and unnerving in a horror soundtrack kind of way. and it sounds like that authentically, like it's not an opener that's trying to prove a point. punish is also a great track, it brought out a lot of emotions for me. the idea of being tortured by love is such a relatable feeling when you are struggling, for me it's a feeling of shame that comes in short spurts of time. I can wash away the feeling by sleeping it off, but when you are in the mental trenches, you feel like loving hurts. that it hurts to love, and it hurts to be loved, but it's also not black and white like that. you have to accept that pain with the good, especially when you have trauma. Houseofpsychoticwomn took it up a notch in every regard. the horror, the themes of love, and the drone sounds were also so expansive. like they went on forever, and the 13 minute length reflects that. also, the pitched almost talk box vocals kinda reminds me of the movie X (the one with Mia Goth). maybe it's because I randomly rewatched that movie recently, and it's the only slasher I've watched in a while, but I wanna see if other people agree. next is Onanist. I love the vocals in the section where Hayden is singing, and those crunchy synths coming in around the three minute mark make it, again, feel like a movie soundtrack. the way it fades is also so cool, because the track fades for so long, not unlike most of these songs, but for some reason this fade out was particularly sick.

I mark that as the halfway point in the album, so it's time to discuss Pulldrone. this for me might be the only definitive skip, but I do have a good explanation for that. it's a beautiful song, the little poem section at the beginning really hooked me. I looked up the lyrics on genius just to read it all strung together in my head. the thing is for me, the rest is so long that it's upsetting to me personally in a way that's just too dark for my current head space. the distorted strings that go on for so long sound like that one part in the movie Midsommar, at the beginning, when Dani is crying after her sister and parents die, and her crying slowly fade into strings while they show the bodies (and Dani crying in Christians arms). that association and the sound in general already sounding like very distressed crying is just a little too much, but I appreciate it so much for what it is, and this isn't a criticism. it's just something to be aware of when listening to the album, take this as a little TW for especially disturbing content. your mental health matters❤️

picking things back up with Etinne. I love this track. the way more sounds slowly get introduced. starting with the background noise, then the piano, then the satellite pinging sound (that's what it sounds like to me), and then the soft guitar strumming, and then of course the fade out at the end. the little story about the man running was such a haunting touch. the second to last song, Thatorchia has some if the heaviest drone and noise in the whole album. the way it swells and then soft vocals are introduced, and it just gets louder until the very distorted guitar comes it and it takes a slight rock edge. maybe my second to least favorite, but again I appreciate it for what it is. Amber Waves is such a good closer, the singing is very pretty. I'm aware that this track is one that's pretty clearly about love, maybe I'm wrong but it feels like it covers the end of a romantic relationship. the way I see it is more relatable to me, it's just how I naturally spun it in my head. I see it more subjectivity as the feeling of cutting off toxic or abuse family ties, running away peacefully and confidently. moving on. taking your love and value somewhere else. letting the waves take you.

overall, this album has so much to offer. even if you're like me and don't listen to these kinds of genres. please make an exception for Ethel Cain. this album discusses themes of shame, of love, of eroticism, and unfiltered trauma that can make you act just as scary as this album. it's dark, gritty, emotional, chilling, and really fun at times. (super super side note but the album cover is bone chilling to me, and I can't fully pinpoint why). I'm feeling a light to decent 7/10 on Perverts. thank you for reading🎀💕

[ghuleh-recs]

Violence & Gentleness by @anamelessfool

You made me forget myself…I thought I was someone else, someone good… LATE OCTOBER 1979 Primo has his work cut out for him as the bodyguard of the beautiful and fearsome Mater Emerita Jocasta. As mystery after mystery unfolds, it becomes harder to remain a honest man in this den of thieves called the Ministry.

(Thank you in advance for humoring me whilst I scream at the top of my lungs into the abyss about this wonderful fanfic under the cut.)

@anamelessfool is creating something really special here. Her writing style is cinematic and engaging as she weaves a mystery set in the late 70s featuring a VERY dreamy Primo before he becomes Papa. He is bodyguard and lover to the incredibly cool Papessa OC, Mater Emerita Jocasta. Fool’s world building and lore are so creative without being intimidating or dense. This story is set in her wonderful Void AU but can easily be read as a standalone.

Papa-enjoyers will lose their fucking minds over Primo and all of his kid brothers. We’ve got sullen troublemaker teen Terzo (who just needs a hug tbh). We’ve got capable prodigy eager-to-prove-himself Secondo. WE HAVE THE CUTEST TODDLER COPIA THAT HAS EVER BEEN WRITTEN. Truly. You are not prepared for how much you’ll love him. And finally we’ve got a hilarious deadbeat hippie dad Nihil who definitely experimented with too many psychedelic drugs in the sixties.

I know many of us read fan fiction for horny reasons—whether it be ghoul-on-ghoul or papa-on-you—but I triple dog dare you to broaden your horizons for just a moment and check this one out.

A quick excerpt from one of my favorite scenes before you go:

Nihil stretched his face out into a wide, rubbery mask of enthusiasm. “Primo! Ah! Far out! Congratulations….” The stark white Infernal Eye shone in its socket. “He looks just like Jocasta! My grandson…”

“No, that's not— I'm not going to even…” Primo paused and threw his father a polite smile. He added that moment to the pile of evidence that suggested that either the Papa Emeritus Ritual or the Sixties scrambled the man's brain.

“Edelweiss Ghoul and I found him in the location the Conclave uncovered. His father was—” The image of the splattered wall shot through his mind. The dummy-like hands and splayed feet. Primo swallowed. “We think his father was killed.”

“Terrible! That's terrible, man!” Nihil’s face morphed again.

“He's yours now, right? So still my grandson.”

“We're only taking care of him until I find his family,” said Primo.

“We? Did you say “we?”” Terzo padded forward to stand a foot away from Copia on Primo’s knee. His expression was inscrutable.

“Yes, ‘we’,” Primo insisted. Copia started to kick in his lap and he brought the child down to the floor. “All of us. Need to take care of him. He doesn't have anyone else. Copia, this is Terzo.”

Copia flashed Terzo his furious little face. Terzo blanched, then stared right back. “What did I do to you, eh? Ragazzone?”

“Does he not speak?” From his seat at the window Secondo had a curious small smile hovering on his lips. He held his hands out to the child. Copia glanced back at Primo.

“Not really. Go on, Copia, that's Secondo.”

Secondo somehow brought the child into his lap and opened the book again. Right away Copia settled in and stared at the pages, his eyes wide with curiosity. Primo felt a shift in himself that he hadn’t experienced in a few days: he started to feel relaxed. As he watched his younger brother tend to the child with thoughtful muttering and an imperceptible smile he fell back a little on the couch. It was going to be okay.

You can read the rest here.

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, and leave kudos/comments!

[thedeafprophet]

Playlist for aurora and bapril?

Sorry best i can do is Rory and April

Lilith - Halsey

You know I get too caught up in a moment I can't call it love if I show it I just fuck things up if you noticed Have you noticed? Tell me, have you noticed?

Ship in a Bottle - fin

You set sail alone, there is no crew No one on the deck who can help you This is all your own battle to win This is your ship and you are the captain Oh, captain, let's make a deal Where we both say the things that we both really feel

Triple Dog Dare - Lucy Dacus

I want you to tell me that you miss me Want you to hold and hurt and kiss me I wanna run away and live on your family's boat It's a triple dog dare, you're a chicken if you don't I can fish for our food and you know how to start a flame If you don't get out now, you'll only have yourself to blame

(okay its really only this part of the song but it makes me emotional so)

give me a character or ship and i will make you a 3-5 song playlist

[lover-also-fighter-also]

35 - Mila x skye

38 - Anitha x Griffin

Both for the cuddles prompt. I triple dog dare you to

Helloo Jewel. I'm here serving my triple dog dare with two drabbles to share (rhyming lol)

Tag: @somerandomjewelleryonthefloor

Additional tags: @cadybear420

35. to hear the other's heartbeat

For Mila x Skye

The senior exams were a hectic time for both Mila and Skye. Both had to give it their all, and it often resulted in pulling late nighters till they were exhausted to even hug.

One such night, Skye returns from the library to the apartment late, and finds Mila among a stack of books, spread across the bed, as she crazily writes on post-its, sticking them on the textbook pages.

'Hey.' said Skye, shifting some of the books aside so she could sit on the bed.

'Heyy...' said Mila, not looking up from her reading.

'Mila, when was the last time you took a break?.' asked Skye, noticing the color seemed to drained from Mila's usually active deamour.

'I don't know...not maybe since 3. Why?' said Mila, her focus unwavering.

'It's 11 p.m.' said Skye. 'Mila, you are going to burn yourself out before you even write your exam. Take some rest.'

Mila sighs, setting her books down. 'Okay, just a few more topics, and I promise I will rest.' she said, giving a small smile.

Skye excused herself to wash up and when she came back to the room, she saw Mila fast asleep, the books still scattered beside her. Skye clears the bed, before lying down, her head across Mila's chest and her arms wrapped around her, listening to her heartbeat. Moments later, Skye feels Mila's arms wrap around her, pulling her closer. It was the first real hug they had after what felt like so many days.

'I love you dork.' murmured Skye

'Love you too, my goth princess.' whispered Mila in her sleep.

38. "Mhm. You smell so nice."

For Anitha x Griffin

Griffin stepped back inside the house, after spending the morning tending to their garden. Anitha had insisted that they expand the garden with new varieties, and also tend to some of the plants that were looking a bit off.

He found Anitha in the room that would be the nursery, making a perfect crib, the edges smoothed, not leaving any sharp corners.

He came up from behind her, gently pulling her into a warm hug. His hands roaming around her belly.

'You know you could have left this to me, sunshine' said Griffin. 'I don't want you taking too much stress.'

'Relax, baby. I'm not really that helpless. Besides, I am an attuned. These things are cakewalk to me.' said Anitha, turning to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

'But still, I don't want you draining all of your energy in one go. Why don't you take a nap, while I clear things up here?' said Griffin.

'Only if you join me.' said Anitha, a coy smile playing on her lips.

Moments later, they were lying together on the couch. Anitha pulls Griffin closer, hugging his chest and inhaling his scent.

'Mhm. You smell so nice. I could do this all day.' said Anitha, pressing her face onto his chest.

Griffin laughed. 'And what does it smell like?' he asked.

'Mm...its freshly dug earth, roses, and honeysuckles.' said Anitha. 'I just love it when you smell of nature.'

'Oh and what other smells do you like?' asked Griffin.

'I liked the smell of the sand and the sea on you when you came back last week, after your expedition, and the smell of the forest, and...' Anitha's voice trailed off as she sunk into sleep. Griffin wraps his arms around her tightly, kissing her forehead and stroking her hair, not moving an inch, in case she might wake up.

[seth-shitposts]

Alex💙:

~These are points that have most certainly been touched on before by others, I'm just musing over the thoughts and analysis again~

Currently just thinking about how between s2e14 to s2e17 Kallus was most certainly at his lowest point.

The man has made failure after failure, and then even to the point where the laws of nature and physics were on his side, that there was no logical way The Ghost Crew should've been able to escape, he had them pinned to an exploded starcluster. And then they still managed to pull a miraculous win over him.

By the end of s2e14, no one had challenged him, especially not to the point where the mere existence and survival of The Ghost Crew had.

And it wasn't just his personal pride and abilities that were being challenged. Kallus had a harsh reminder about where repeated failure will lead you back in s1e13 when Moff Tarkin had the Grand Inquisitor dispose of Grint & Aresko, whose inability to handle the same rebels was giving allowance for dangers against the Empire. Their repeated failure proved that they were of no more use to the empire.

So, by the start of s2e14, with the combination of these factors Kallus knew he was running low on chances and was currently running on borrowed time. So for him to have had them pinned, with no possible way for escape, if he couldn't capture them, he would ensure that they will be destroyed, only for them to still escape. He came to another harsh realization. He was never going to succeed.

So the mission on the base above Geonosis was not one he was planning on actually working. He only had a couple dozen men with him compared to all the resources he had previously. His goal and purpose for this was that if he was going to be going down, he was going to make damn sure he dragged at least one of the ghost crew down with him. And it was going to be the one that he was most obsessed with, had a more intense connection to.

And this most certainly wasn't the first time he's thrown caution to the wind for a desperate attempt. (As his actions/words back in s1e3, to me, seemed... very rash and reckless, even if for a logical one up to provoking Zeb. What he said itself made sense to do for its purpose, but there was much tone and energy around it that was not of sound m decision making.)

A portion of Kallus’s The Empire Is Growing spiel felt that he wasn't just trying to convince Zeb, and it's not that he didn't believe it himself and was trying to convince himself of it, but maybe felt more like grasping for straws.

---I may come back later and continue my thoughts. I've run out of time, but there's several layers to the significance of Zeb and Kallus’s interactions, especially on Bahryn, but not limited to Bahryn.---

Seth💚:I gotchu- In other words, Kallus hit his lowest point, got trapped on Bahryn with Zeb, Zeb called him a coward, and then Zeb triple dog dared him to actually take a moment to have a single critical thought go through his brain.

[ask-the-td-cast]

I TRIPLE DOG DARE JO TO ASK BRICK TO GO ON A DATE AND IF YOU DON'T IMMA TELL YOUR WEIRDEST DREAM YOU EVER HAVE MUAHAHAHAHSHAHAHAH

That's all (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)◞

WHY IS EVERYONE TRYING TO EITHER GET WITH ME OR SET ME UP- ugh whatever at least its with G.I Joke rather than the Sha-Idiot.

[a-friendly-fangirl]

Hello! It's been a while. I wasn't missed, I'm sure... and yet here I am once again.

So, I've had my Boygenius tattoo for months and I recently realised that I never explained the symbolisms behind it. Shame on me. Time to fix this!

The tattoo:

The idea behind it:

When I started thinking of a Boygenius inspired tattoo, the only clear thing about it was what I wanted from it. And what I wanted was to honor them and their friendship, but also my own relationships. The three cups were immediately chosen as the best vessel to convey this idea. But I didn't want it to be all. I wanted songs references and a way to show what friendship is to me. Hence, the symbols in the cups!

The first cup:

The first cup is obviously very Me & My Dog and Phoebe inspired. We have moon, stars and a spaceship. All of these elements bring me back to some amazing people in my life and to my wonderful dogs. It's also a throwback to one of my favourite Boygenius interviews, the one with Pitchfork where Lucy made Julien and Phoebe laugh by talking about outer space. Moon Song was also a clear reference as well as my favourite Phoebe song, Chinese Satellite, Emily I'm Sorry, We're in Love and Letter To An Poet. But I must admit that Graceland Too started it all.

This cup is the one encapsulating sadness the most. There's grief and there's bitterness, with a tiny bit of melancholy. On this cup, the others stand.

The second cup:

I'm extremely fond of it. This is where everything begins in this tattoo. Sadness and hope rule. This cup is very Julien. A moth stands close to a light bulb (Turn Out The Lights, Brittle Boned, Happy To Be Here, Leonard Cohen and Bite The Hand reference), reminding us of Favor. An hand comes out of the cup or sinks in it, giving Stay Down and Anti - Curse (my favourite Boygenius songs) vibes, along with Phoebe's Funeral and Lucy's Triple Dog Dare allusions. Trying to save itself, the hand grabs the third cup, throwing all the cups off balance and pours its special water on them as well as on itself.

This cup's main theme is the light or the possibility of seeing hope, even in the darkest of times. There's drowning and suicidal ideation, along with sadness... but there's also swimming back and accepting love, even when you feel like you don't deserve it.

The third cup:

This third cup is very Lucy. The heart, the hummingbird and the pink carnation are all clear allusions to We're in Love, with a touch of Kissing Lessons, Trust, Televangelist and Please Stay, while the pen is a mention to the latter and to Letter To An Old Poet and a little nod to Lucy's love for journaling and my own love for books and writing. Last but not least... the water. Water is a recurrent theme in the Boys' writing and gives meaning to the whole tattoo, showing hints of True Blue, Stay Down, Anti - Curse, Triple Dog Dare and Christine.

This third cup is a testament to love and friendship, showing off a lot of the symbols that Lucy especially has devoted to it, like the pen that reminds me of books and in particular the books on Julien's shelf. Or the carnation, whose colour was decided by both her and Phoebe.

The whole meaning behind it:

The tattoo in itself is my way to say: "I love you. You mean the world to me" to my friends. There's this sadness on which I stand (the first cup), but there's also a deep love for my chosen family that makes me want to try to swim back (the second cup), because their love can make things better. Which is why the hand has decided to reach the third cup and use that water (where symbols of love have been) to bless the other two cups, trying to bring relief to their contents.

In other words, as my tattoo states, my friends to me are "An incantation like an anti - curse/ Or even a blessing".

[imbadatparking]

The Wither’s

“The Ol’ Wither’s house ain’t nothin’ but snow and coal, now. 

The gray winter pulls on its hinges and clings to it like rust on metal. The paint thickens and peels off like cracked nails, revealin’ molded wood underneath. The planks splinter and lay worn by the passage of time. It sags off the frame, like pale, dead skin too heavy for brittle bones. The windows that haven’t yet broken are cracked and half-boarded. They glow an eerie blue, curtains darkenin’ the light that tries to escape. The wind pushes against it, causin’ it to tremble. 

The surroundin’ overgrown weeds grow in tangled clumps, lost in the grass that hadn’t been mowed in over a lifetime. Damn shame too – my grandaddy used to tell stories of the beautiful sunflowers that there yard used to grow, their thick, beautiful stalks that shot up to ten feet tall, the way their mustard gold petals turn towards the sun in youthful yearnin’. Now, the only thing that grows there is them vines, full of malicious intent, and there ain’t no sun they can turn too. 

The dark oak front gate groans when the wind gets too heavy, a warnin’ against those foolish enough to approach. They’re a rare bunch, but they tend to come in abundance. The trouble-makin’ youngins who get adrenaline rushes from triple dog dares, teeterin’ on the edge of brave or just plain stupid; squatters that leave cigarette butts littered across the already gross property; CPS and CVS and all the other nonsense government spies with sticks up their asses and an itch to scratch. Jameson, who doesn’t know the difference between black and white, is certain the latter’s been comin’ ‘round just to find somethin’ wrong. I’m inclined to believe him, just this once – I can’t be the only one who’s seen them pokin’ around poor Molly’s trailer. It ain’t her fault she’s livin’ disability check to disability check.

Ain’t nobody ever been inside, and those who say they have are just flat-out lyin’. Everybody knows of the rot that sets in every year. The heat must be too much for the old wood, and the smell that wafts off it is like nothin’ I’ve ever encountered. It smells bad enough that the police did an investigation on it a while back. Someone said there musta been dead bodies in the walls, but when they tore apart the inside, the only thing they found was those nasty maggots. Apparently them nasty critters had been there for months.

The ‘Withers? Well, nobody really talks about ‘em no more. They’re just an ol’ part of this town’s lore. And, well, we’re not really sure how true their stories are, see –? They’re ghosts, now, too lost and sad to let go. 

Between you ‘n me, they were an odd couple. Jamie and Sarah were the parents, the ones who started the beginning of the end of the Withers’ legacy. They’d inherited the two-story from Sarah’s grandparents – her father had earned it from his father, had earned it from his mother. you know how it goes. Who knows who owned it first, or how long ago it was built. Apparently it’s been such a state since their daughter went up and left to become some big city hotshot. She hadn’t been the same since her brother died in that fatal accident. 

Terrible thing, the way that family attracted tragedy like nobody’s business. Or everybody's business, if you live ‘round here. Some people just can’t handle it. They drift away, dreamin’ of becomin’ somethin’ like an artist or a singer or a poet, and they end up dead, addicted to drugs, or back at the gates of this town, beggin’ to be let back in. You know how it goes – we all do. It’s the same song and dance. 

It's just unfortunate that the house has got to be the one to pay for it, just sittin’ there, witherin’ away. Us too, of course. Whatever happens to one family in this town, affects the rest of us.

But those are just rumors and you didn’t hear nothin’ from me. All that really matters, all we really know, is that that house right there has more ghosts than a cemetery. 

Some say it’s the same place where Missy Felps went and died – her innocence stolen like a final breath before drownin’. Her pinky piggytails were the only trace of her left behind, ‘cept for the stories the kids around the block whispered with exaggerated terror. Missy’s fate was left to be told by those with too wild of imaginations and middle schoolers with too much time on their hands. The adults ‘round here pretty much know better, keepin’ their mouths locked and sealed ‘bout secrets untold, as they should. Ain’t nobody want anybody talkin’ ‘bout them as Missy is talked ‘bout, so most had the half-mind and empathy to look the other way.

Missy had been the ripe age of six when her screams echoed through these ivy-clad streets. That night, the lights flickered low and yellow as they turned on, their dull glow illuminatin’ hopelessness and danger. Neighbors had run out into the street as the ambulance had wailed loud enough for the next town over to hear. News of her death had been known straight to Atlanta by the time mornin’ time had come. The sky had been colored in a hazy mix of oranges and pinks, and her headstone had been a black shadow ‘till the sun came out.

Most of the story had come straight from Missy’s ol’ neighbor, Georgia Smith.

I’m not one to talk ill on a lady, but Aunty Georgia could hardly be considered as such. She has more words to say than she outta be allowed.  She didn’t just run the gossip mill – she created it. You can hear her whispers carryin’ through the cold wind if you listen hard enough. Her weathered hands knit the tales that laysthe foundation of this town like they knit her sweaters ‘n scarves ‘n gloves. She always sits in that same rockin’ chair, an ominous creak as she rolls forward, echoed by an ominous creak as she rolls back. She has as many stories ‘bout her as she’s created – kids sayher one blind eye was the reason she knew everythin’, that she was the one who killed the stray tabby that’d turned up in her front yard, that her wealthy, white collar grandson was threatenin’ to send her into one of them mental institutes – but nothin’ could be considered true, ‘less it came straight from her mouth.

Yeah, she’s one person to be wary of, especially around your secrets. Nobody outta blame her, though, Lord knows that mansion’s been awful empty since her good-for-nothin’ husband up and left her. You know, all her kids are adults by now, out in the real world. Empty nest syndrome ain’t for the faint of heart, and she’s had that condition for years now. Most the town’s got their bets placed on the day she clocks out and never clocks back in. Jameson says she’ll last ‘till May, but there’s no way she’ll survive past April. 

No matter – the town’ll find a new Aunty Georgia once the mournin’ is done and the everyone’s done well to move on. There was an Aunty Georgia before I got here, and I’ll be damned if there ain’t when I leave. There always is, there always be. That’s the way things work ‘round here. 

Don’t worry if you’re not used to it yet, sometimes it takes a while. New soil, new roots – we all get it. Though, most of us ‘round here have been ‘round here since pretty much the beginnin’ of time. Ain’t no reason to leave. We got a market and a gas station, and that’s all we need. None of those fancy academics with their billion dollar homes – makes the charm of this place dwindle and the economy crash.

In this town, life unfolds like the lazy river that runs along the fields of cotton and sunflowers. The drawl of conversation is as slow as the molasses in the sweet tea, and always has been – ain’t no point in rushin’ when we're all goin’ the same destination. 

After all the Withers’ ain’t the only place where there’s ghosts, and they won’t be lonely for long. That’s just a fact of life.”

[starlightcataclysm]

tell me about the soap if its so damn fun!!! infodump rite here rn!!! you wont! i triple dog dare you! or youre STRAIGHT!!!!

So, water is a polar molecule. the long and short explanation of what this means is that despite it overall having a neutral electrical charge, parts of the water molecule have slightly different electrical charges, slightly positive and slightly negative. Because of reasons, water is great at dissolving *other polar* molecules, but bad at dissolving nonpolar molecules: theres just no point of attachment between them. Oil and grease are nonpolar. This is why oil will always separate out of water instead of getting mixed in, they are polar and nonpolar, so water doesnt really do water things to grease.

Enter soap. Soap has an end which is polar, and thus can grab water, and an end which is nonpolar, so it can *also* grab oils. So even though water and oil wont interact directly, soap can interact with both at the same time and act as like, a bridge. So it allows water to wash away grease, which is awesome because water is so good at washing things normally but is much less useful on oils and fats. and then in steps soap. its so iconic. its like, she has two hands. lol

And we just kinda. figured it out ages ago by fucking around with animal fats and ash and shit. I think thats so awesome and speaks to human curiosity so beautifully. soap is so important.

im a little high

[inflammatory]

Ok im going to be a hater real quick these are all the lyrics on “the record” that made me say fuck this what the hell is this. Nothing against “confessional” songwriting but not when its SOOOOOO BAD LIKE I am AWARE that all of them can write incredible songs on their own (off the top of my head, their bests: triple dog dare from lucy, chelsea and graceland too from phoebe, basically everything by julien but in particular little oblivions stuff where she’s matured in ability by leaps and bounds). Like they can do better than all of this seriously

The leonard cohen one was like genuinely you would have to waterboard me to get me to listen to that song again. When your lyric is an overused quote, fine if you make it work, when you directly mention who said it, irritating but fine, when you go on to use phrases like “existential crisis” and “horny poetry”? NOT okay. The other two examples are just rehashing, borderline exploitation of their collective history of slow confessional songs, sans everything that made those songs fresh and compelling pieces of art. It’s like a pb/ld/jb song deconstructed into disparate phrases set to heartstring-pulling instrumental. Quote from the incoherent review i wrote in a haze of disappointment directly after i listened for the first time: “letter to an old poet is just a chain of…como se dice…not quite cliches, but unoriginal and lowbrow turns of phrase” almost like when you’re a teen and you line break your bitter thoughts to make sparse “poetry”: you’re not special / you’re evil / and i’m better than you LIKE GET ME OUTTA HEEERRREEE

The singles are good though album peak at not strong enough and i am fond of all of their work and like showmanship but the music…well some of it is heinous. I cant get into the hype because im haunted by the lyrics to leonard cohen and also the way they said karaoke in another of the songs. Americans QUIT mispronouncing things to rhyme them with other words im gonna kill you im gonna kill the next person i hear say karaoke like carry oaky everybody with an american type accent watch your back

[fruitymocha]

The Sky Project: Background

A Human Experiment Genshin AU

Warnings: human experimentation (obviously), bad conditions

A/N: for those who asked for the experiment au on my poll, here’s this little thing I wrote for it in the format of someone telling you a rumor. not sure if I want this to be a series or just a bunch of random scenarios/imagines with established continuity and/or timeline, but here, have a little teaser with background info :)

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Teyvat Laboratory.

A place that looks nice on the outside, but hides many secrets on the inside.

Or so the rumors say.

Would you like to hear what they say about Teyvat’s top secret laboratory?

Supposedly, there are 9 special rooms.

Those special rooms are for the special kids with supernatural abilities. They have recreational activities and opportunities to socialize with the other lab kids in there, but supposedly they don’t spend that much time in there.

You don’t believe in supernatural abilities? Well, maybe if someone triple dog dared you to sneak in and you saw it for yourself, then you’d change your mind.

But anyways, let me continue.

Kids with the power to control fire go to the Flame Room. A room with red as its color scheme, and fireproof walls.

Kids with the power to control earth go to the Stone Room. That room has gold as its color, as well as a rock wall and stone paths.

Kids with the power to control plants go to the Flower Room. It has green as its color and a few potted plants under a small sky light.

Kids with the power to control wind go to the Breeze Room. It has teal as the main color, and high quality vents that let outside wind in.

Kids with the power to control water go to the Raindrop Room. It has dark blue all around, and a mini fountain and waterfall curtain

Kids with the power to control ice go to the Snowflake Room. It has a pale blue motif as well as a constant cold temperature and automated sprinklers.

Kids with the power to control electricity go to the Thunder Room. It has purple everywhere and electric gadgets, wires, rods, and conductors.

Kids with unidentified, uncategorized, or versatile abilities go to the Star Room. Rumor has it, only five kids have ever been in there. And that room is just white.

As for the kids who have some behavioral issues, they go to the Butterfly Room. That room is bitterly cold, and hostile to any newcomer. There is nothing to do in that room, so those who enter often mess with each other to fill the hole of boredom. There’s always one senior member in there though. They always listen to him.

There’s also the Light Room, so that certain kids get enough sunlight.

But this place is meant to observe and experiment on their abilities first and foremost.

Your guess as to why is as good as mine.

How would I know all this?

It’s like I said.

They’re just silly rumors.

Right?

[the-whispers-of-death]

mārīte: ... should we tell him?

sylvester: no. i wanna see how far he goes with this

i like to think they think cat food is like just a snack. not very filling for them when theyre not cat sized... unless stone wants them to be

while mārīte does munch on monster's food as a midnight snack, it has the same nutritional value as eating a bowl of popcorn

katie is also NOT liking this. she's tried cat food for shits and giggles before and she didnt like it at all

... rip to sylvester's morning cup of coffee... he's telling me he has a stash of really fancy and expensive beans and that he will be very annoyed at his husband for throwing away money like that... and he's also making Bloodhound a new cup as i type this, while his ears are in airplane mode. he's very annoyed at stone right now

mārīte: "we've survived THIS long without him knowing that its not the *best* food for us to eat, why is he thinking of this as such a big deal??"

kali: "because he loves you and your dad dearly, he just... sucks absolute ass at showing it in a productive way... so.. if you ever want something that he's banned... let me know. my own kitchen is also stocked, pop by anytime for anything"

heartthrob: "and.. i'll talk to sylvester. maybe he can talk some sense into stone. i aint eating kibble for dinner, and neither is akhil"

sylvester's telling me that when/if the kitchen is purged, he'll just drive to the shop and restock it all. his ears are in airplane mode and hes almost snarling. "all that good food! thrown out! because what, its mildly poisonous??? EVERYTHING is mildly poisonous nowadays!!!"

he's not letting stone help bring in the groceries either. or even let him know that he restocked in general

sylvester doesnt like food waste

also if stone dares to try and stop dominic from having his triple shot espresso that sylvester usually makes him before his shift, he might get mauled. bros mildly dependent on coffee, not caring it makes him a little sick

~ rusty

Stone: *about to purge the kitchen*

Kali, coming home after working at his own ranch: What the fuck?

Stone, wailing: Everything is poisonous to Mārīte and Sylvester!! I have to throw it all away.

Kali: ....They've been eating human food for years. I'm sure it's fine. Do not throw away anything.

Someone needs to remind Stone that he himself doesn't like food waste, smh. Have to bop that man on the head with a rolled up newspaper like he's a bad dog.

[retrobloxia]

vague post thats also a vent

don't read under the cut/read at own risk its all petty sad shit , please . <3

6 months. It didn't feel like enough. I was so happy to see you back on Discord, but I felt that what he had just, vanished. It crumbled. I have nothing else to say about this, but really, I do. [ ], I love you. I love you all. You've been a close friend since like, 2021. [ ], [ ] and [ ] are all wonderful people. I know they, and you are. But I can't feel anything but hurt when you move a little farther from me. I know it's not much, I know it's new stress, but it makes me think. Are we bad people? Have we not connected enough? Am I to blame? Is it my fault? Was I not there enough? I can't tell anymore and I want to and it makes me nervous.

I don't want to sound like your parents, I really fucking don't. I hate those people. But I can't help wanting your attention back. The way you cared for me for those 6 months. The days you told me I was a strong and resiliant brother. But now it feels like that's all gone away. Nothing but an empty compliment in the air that left a sweet taste, but quickly turned bitter. And I hate bitter tastes. I can't help but just feel unwanted everywhere now. If the system with my brother doesn't want me, I am unwanted. A pest. A bother. A distraction. Nothing more. Very much something less. It never felt enough. I woke up excited to talk to you in the days you couldn't have Discord.

Now the air is empty. My heart and voice are full. But you're not there to hear what I have to say to you. You have better people now, don't you, big brother? Are your other siblings better people? Is your partner a better version of me? It eats me on the inside. I have so many questions for you, [ ]. But you're not there to answer them.

It stings, It stings so badly, but I can't do anything about it. There's things I could do. But I'm scared. I'm scared you'll leave. Reject. Be disgusted. Burn even deeper. Hurt me bad enough that I wouldn't forgive you. And if that happened, I wouldn't know what to do with myself. My heartstrings get tugged on in sorrow when I remember. My brain is wired in puppetry strings when I remember. It hurts bad when you pull the strings apart and stretch them so much they pop/rip. I don't know if you would be happier with them, [ ], but if you are, please just tell me. Tell me I'm not a safe space for you anymore. That I'm not a sibling. That taking care of me is a hassle for you. That I'm a nuisance, annoying, stupid, an attention-seeking bitch. Tell me I'm not a good person. I dare you. I triple dog dare you, [ ].

You told me to stand there in the mud and wait. And I waited. I waited for you to come back, to get me out of the mud. Instead you ran to people on the other side of the bench and sat with them. And I couldn't do anything about it. I waited for you to turn around but when you did it wasn't useful. I am still waiting in the mud, [ ].