#beloved 1 speaks

[givtit]

feeling a lot like richie these days. no purpose

[blorbopolis]

starting to understand one another

[reds-writings]

there will be no ‘hear me out’!! either get on this crazy old man slut train or get lost, losers!!

[suffering-asthmatic-tifosi]

HAPPY NATIONAL CAT DAY 🩷🩷

Some of my fave cats for yall:

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Randomly thinking about “tolerate it” (narrator voice: it was not random) and how under the cloak of fiction it is ostensibly inspired by works like “Rebecca” (which Taylor said she read during the 2020 lockdowns I believe?), with the line of “you’re so much older and wiser” indicating that the speaker is significantly younger and inexperienced compared to the person she’s speaking to and a pretty direct reference to the plot of the book.

But I saw something somewhere once that stuck with me about how it might not be referring to relative age between the characters but chronological age as in the passage of time in a relationship. And that made me think about how in a contemporary context, it might not necessarily be referencing an actual age gap between the two characters, but rather a sarcastic or cynical response to the man’s claims that he has matured (“you’re so much older and wiser [than you were before/than you were when we met/etc.]”), which then made me think about that line in relation to the woman. And that it could be taken like, “you act like you’ve matured so much in our time together and like you know everything, while I’m supposedly still stuck as the girl I was when we first met.”

Which then made me think of the “right where you left me” of it all and did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen time went on for everyone else she won’t know it and the bit in Miss Americana where she talks about how celebrities get frozen at the age at which they got famous, and how she’s had to play catch up in a lot of ways not just in her emotional growth but kind of in general. (Which also made me wonder if she’s ever been called out for immaturity/lack of curiosity/lack of education about things in her life…)

Which then made me think about the rest of the song, and @taylortruther’s posts yesterday about “seven” and “Daylight” and the way Taylor idealizes her youth yet contrasts it with an almost sinister reality in its wake, and the line, “I sit by the door like I’m just a kid,” because the discussion raised that her relationship let her recapture some of the childlike joy and wonder she’d lost. So this line is a double-edged sword: the speaker sits by the door with childlike hope that the person will come home and cherish her, but on the darker side, feels like the child dealing with the monsters she doesn’t have names for yet and the feelings of isolation she felt as she aged.

I’m not saying the song is necessarily autobiographical; like most of the songs on folkmore, it’s clearly a fictionalized story based on media she’d consumed and created, but we know a lot of the fictional songs were infused with her own feelings and experiences and… This idea swirling in my head picked up steam and now I kind of can’t stop thinking about it. Sorry but I’m a little obsessed now.

Like maybe it might start to shed light on why she identified so strongly with the novel in the first place…

[canonicallyobserving911]

Eddie Diaz- season 8

It's Eddie Diaz!

Don Eddie Diaz!

It's Don Eddie Diaz my beloved!

Don Eddie Diaz is BAE!

God he's so gorgeous!

[spacedlexi]

the way the ericson group were at the outbreak just a bunch of troubled kids who made various mistakes or committed crimes and were judged by a system that punished and abandoned them instead of giving them the support and love they needed, are then nearly a decade later put into a situation where now they must judge a troubled child for the mistakes and crimes hes committed against them. and 5 to 3 vote them out 😭

[basil-does-arttt]

GUESS WHO GOT SILENT HILL 2 ENHANCED EDITION TO WORK!!!!

[shima-draws]

My brain hitting me with a baseball bat: TODODEKU

Me: Oh my god…Tododeku…

[givtit]

fuck everybody

[crescentfool]

not indicative of anything, just something silly i thought about! feel free to fill in the variables with whatever you like.

[legalownerofufoemoji]

Statement of Eric Seymour, regarding a “hostile forest” near his home. Statement recorded direct from subject, July 17th, 2018. Recording taken by Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. Statement begins.

Right, so, from the beginning- its. It’s been about 2 years since the incidents so pardon my recollection. I can’t give you an exact date, but it was during some of the hottest days of summer. You know, the kinds of days where’s its so hot that you don’t really want to do anything but laze around the house? It was one of those days, and I was doing exactly that.

But close to my home, near a small trail into the woods, is a lovely collection of streams and rivulets which are absolutely delightful to dip your feet it. On top of that, the light being dappled through the leaves of the many flourishing trees cools it down significantly. If I had to give it a guess- I’d say it’s about 10 degrees cooler in the forest? Combine that with the boredom of sitting around all day, you can see why I decided to get dressed for the forest, grab my walking stick, and headed down to the cool woods.

It was around 2 in the afternoon once I got to the start of the trail. It curved down the steep, though manageable slope of the grass hill, leading down towards the shallow, rocky-shored creek that snaked through the forest. As I strolled down it, I sighed in thanks for the cool air that began to coat my skin and the slight wind that was channeled through the walls of the forest’s hills.

I continued this way for about- 5 minutes, I think. Just enjoying the cool air and taking a small hike. It’s not a big forest, I’ll be honest, just fills the space between my neighborhood, the next one over, and the highway off to the side. And that was when I saw it. There was a bend in the river I was walking by, and on the opposite bank there stood a tree. It was forked in the middle, 2 sturdy branches going about 30 degrees away from the main trunk in either direction. And there, sitting in the middle of the tree, was the head and spine of a deer. Just- suspended there, the antlers letting it stay just stable enough to poke through the fork of the tree. And it stared, right at me, pale bones sparsely covered in bits of meat and rotting flesh, the spine curling down around the tree like some sort of- demented snake!

It stared at me with the spaces that should have been eyes, but it seemed those had already rotted out, given the small pile of goo before the tree. I wasn’t as scared of it back then as I am now, mostly because I was just confused. As I said before, not a big forest. And while we did have woods, we didn’t have wolves or coyotes or any of that sort as far as I knew. And I didn’t think it could be a hunter either, because I’d heard no gunshots or reports of them in the past few weeks. And I knew it couldn’t be a naturally dead deer, because where was the rest of the body?

But the confusion was enough to make me want to leave, quickly. I already knew I was past the halfway point, and going backwards didn’t seem quite right. 

So I gathered myself, taking a few inhalations of the cool air, now tinged with the slight earthy odor of rotting flesh and mud. But as I was walking, I just had some sort of feeling. Like I wasn’t quite alone in the forest. I’d heard no sounds of footsteps, and I came with nobody- and at that moment a horrible feeling came over me. It was a deep, shuddering cold that started at my head and trailed down my spine- and given the already uncomfortable thought in my mind about spines, this feeling sent me into a panic. 

I began to quicken my pace, going from a slow walk, to a speed walk, and eventually a full on sprint. I needed to get out of this forest. Something about being alone here it just- it felt like the forest itself hated me being there, alone. I kept running as I saw- or, I think I saw- figures in the corners of my visons. Faces in trees, angry. Hands, reaching up from the rivulets and branches. The wind howling when it had been a mere breeze moments ago.

Before I knew it, I was out of the forest. The heat increased immediately, back to the oppressive heat. Yet it felt comforting compared to the bone chilling cold I had felt before. The feeling had vanished to, leaving me more confused than ever. I went directly home after that.

I’ve gone back to the forest a few times since then. The second time, I’d gone alone, 2 days later. I could barely take more than a minute’s walk inwards before the feeling of watching appeared, and practically forced me back out the way I came. The third time, it was about a week later, and I’d brought my mother with, as I assumed I’d just had some sort of odd anxiety attack with some lingering discomfort before. But when we entered this time- nothing. No bones, no smell, no feelings or faces. All gone. 

So I tried again a fourth time, assuming that after 3 weeks, the bones would have been removed by some passerby. I can’t confirm that, though. I managed to make it farther in this time. The bones were gone, definitely, but as I passed about a third of the way through, the terrifying force of someone watching me fell upon me even stronger than before. This time, I swear I could see something, right in front of me! Tall, green and brown skin, like a faerie of legend. And I ran. Again.

*Sound of strained groans*. I’ve decided not to go in those woods any more. Those last 3 encounters were the last straw for me, after a myriad other small, strange events. The watching sensation follows me though, whenever I enter another forest. Hm.. maybe watching isn’t the right word? If it were just watching, I wouldn’t be so afraid. It’s like the forest itself hated me. Hated me for daring to be there, alone, like I somehow owned it. Whenever I go into any other sort of nature alone, I still feel it, though thankfully not strongly enough to be chased out like a rabbit…

End of Statement.

Hmm... A hateful forest, huh? Well I suppose this is one of the more, tame statements I have read so far. I can't really say I believe this, though. I mean, the only proof is, well, nothing other than the words of a frightened man.

*Papers shuffle on the desk*

It sounds nothing more to me than a bout of paranoia, I suppose. Everyone has those now and then. Alone, in a forest, well I think anyone could feel watched. And- You know I believe I have read somewhere about... Excessive heat causing mild hallucinations... I suppose that's the answer then. Plain and simple.

Maybe, Eric should stay out of this, "hostile" forest. At least until it cools off... Only then would we truly know if, well. If this forest "hated" him or not.

Hm.

End of recording.

[suffering-asthmatic-tifosi]

I MAKE A RUNNING OSCAT

who should I make next?

[landgraabbed]

dinner with miram and steph

[genevievive]

Maddie lets her own features cloud with confusion, pouring the egg mixture into the dry ingredients, “Albert and Evan weren’t–”

“Oh Maddie,” Her mother interrupts again, grabbing the mixing bowl out of her hand, “Your father and I aren’t stupid, we can read between the lines.”

Maddie isn’t sure that’s true. Primarily, she doesn’t think her parents have been able to understand anything about them that wasn’t spelt out in front of them but also because her mother is so confidently wrong about this.

“They lived in that one-bedroom loft for what, a year? You can’t expect us to believe he was sleeping on that non-existent couch.” She coos, and Maddie can’t help the bubbling resentment in her chest as her mother smiles softly.

or

margaret buckley massively misunderstands her son's previous relationship and maddie reflects on her family, her newly out brother, whatever he didn't have going on with albert han and whatever he does have going on with eddie diaz.

[doomingthenarrative]

im curious about something bg3 fandom

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