#did i ghostwrite this??

[9w1ft]

The gaylors who refuse to entertain an option where these presumed breakup songs are not breakup songs always discount the triple whammy of 1. losing the election and having to initiate the blackout, losing her dream of being able to openly hang out with her lover without the pressure of hiding, and then 2. her planning her come out for literal years and then having her father figure (Scott B) and the man she has called her worst enemy pull this giant evil trick on her in order to profit off of her coming out, after they may have spent years encouraging the closet before this, only to profit off of her gayness now. And 3. making the decision to cancel those plans and extend her love blackout and hurt her lover in the process? It would have been devastating. Even more devastating than a break up. And they also forget that if you assume they were actually still together at this time, this trick that was pulled by scooter was just as devastating for Karlie. So they discount any song that the swiftie fandom rightly believes are about the masters. And in reality, it was even worse than swifties think it was. There was so much more evil here. And some gaylors see this, but they put that evil onto karlie.

And another thing that these people refuse to consider is that Taylor wants to sell her art. She can’t write 23 songs about being betrayed by your boss and screwed over by the music industry. People (the GP) would roll their eyes at her whining and not relate. And she’s still closeted so she can’t openly sing about the failed coming out. Gaylors understand her using metaphor for the gay in order to sell more music, but they can’t take that next step to imagine her doing it about this betrayal as well. But if you frame it as folklore, create a divorce allegory around it all, it becomes relatable and heartbreaking to everyone who can’t relate to what she’s gone through. And she ends up with the best received and some of the top-selling albums of her career. Because she created a great story around it rather than being literal.

They also ignore that she basically said she would go to the ends of the earth to prove a point, and to prevent Scooter from making one unnecessary dime off of her. And if you believe she and Karlie are still together, you also should believe that Karlie would do the same.

And lastly, have they ever considered why she chose The National to help with this project? A band that is particularly known for having a songwriting married couple who write incredible songs about breaking up, but who never actually break up, and whose album and short film I Am Easy to Find greatly inspired folkevermore?

points were made

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[rinadragomir]

I spent 3 days colorizing Chain Of Thorns arts, please tell me it looks good🙇🏼‍♀️

I know that someone has already made a similar post and they inspired me to make my own version, but I don't remember their username😭pls let me know if you remember, so I can tag them

[aroaceleovaldez]

every once in awhile i remember that Percy Jackson et les Secrets de l'Olympe: Apollon et Artémis, Les Jumeaux Terribles exists. like yeah there's just a random French-only ghostwritten companion book. huh.

[theostrophywife]

NO BECAUSE WHY WAS THIS ON MY PINTEREST 😭

[tweedfrog]

We did it guys we somehow invented an even worse ending than game of thrones s8

[murdlygirly]

⚠️ HUGE Spoilers for SoM (Case 39) ⚠️

I need to wrap my head around the revelation case 39 dropped, so it’s ponderin’ time. And the ground that supports all of my thoughts rests on these bits of Exhibit F:

Because Logico wrote SoM to be an alternate prequel. Where he creates a different backstory on how he met Irratino isolated from how it really went in Volume 1. More notable information for later includes how he wrote SoM after Volume 3 of Murdle. 

SoM being a non-canonical story in the murdle-verse makes more sense as to why SoM Logico had a whole “the lamp looks weird” moment with the impossible triangle. Because the world around him literally doesn’t exist in the canon that the main three volumes established. And the dialogue in case 39’s answer section nods in this direction. If you need a refresher, here’s how that went:

I theorize that this dialogue isn’t only representative of SoM Logico but also our Logico from the original three volumes since he wrote him.

How? Well.

As he spirals, SoM Logico pinpoints a more vivid story from what I think were other potential directions this alternate prequel could have gone based on author Logico’s memories. Yet, this identified story remains vivid because it’s the real one, the truth. Logico and Irratino didn’t speak at Deduction College. Logico was too shy to get Irratino’s name. Logico would eventually meet Irratino in Volume 1.

But Logico didn’t want to meet Irratino later. It wasn’t “soon enough.”  

Our Logico is the one who “thought about this time so many times,” most likely while brain-storming SoM. Because our Logico wishes things had gone differently. That the story he tells in SoM was how it actually went. Maybe that’s even why he wrote it to begin with, despite Volume 3 ending in an “emotional cliffhanger.” He neglects to continue the canon story to tell this one. It became a higher priority.

Going at it from the perspective that Logico wrote SoM exactly like we have it, I imagine the blurb of dialogue in case 39 was something he intentionally placed to preserve continuity. It acknowledges that the two didn’t meet this way but moves on quickly because the rendition isn’t over yet. This might be why SoM Logico suddenly wakes up with a ruby pin the next morning. This pin, and the fact that it’s actually made of garnet, continues the plot Logico setup, so SoM Logico needs to have it. 

This explains why SoM Logico still talks to SoM Irratino at graduation in case 40 like they've known each other. The “we never talked at Deduction College” doesn't apply to them, so they continue the story like they normally would. 

Like how Logico intended.

[darcyolsson]

sometimes i randomly remember that in thule simon and jace are the only members from the tmi gang left alive meaning cc has the opportunity to do the funniest thing ever. multidimensional jimonbaiting please cassandra please

[solosikoasgf]

solo sikoa on wwe's the bump

[hirunoka]

Thinking of him and his totally sweet mesh shirt ❤

[ithinkyouhealedmyheart]

30 Days of November

taglist: @myloveforhergoeson @partiallypearl

7. Mysterious

As Halloween wound down, Kendall couldn't shake the weird feeling that had built up in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't tell if it was dread or getting sick, but he was groggy, and his mind was hazy.

Kendall Donald Knight refuses to believe in tarot cards. He couldn't understand why Ronnie liked them. He wasn't going to protest and whine as she dragged him over to the apartment of her newest friend. Lucian was a novelist who specialized in horror novels, or he was an up-and-coming novelist. A decal with the moon's phases was stuck to the front of the white door. He lived on the sixth floor. He was uncomfortable, but for some reason, he felt awkward. It wasn't that he didn't want Ronnie to hang out with other guys because it would be stupid of him to think that way when his friends hang out with her.

A boy with purple hair opened the door. He wore a red and black striped sweater that made Kendall think of Freddy Krueger. An earthy scent wafted from his apartment, and over his shoulder, the blonde swore he saw smoke. Lucian's eyes were wide like a doe's, and his face lit up when he saw them. He ushered the couple inside, and a kettle on the stove whistled.

"Tea?" Lucian asked as he shut the stove off and grabbed a mug from the cupboard overhead.

"Oh- " Ronnie's eyes lit up. "What kinds do you have?"

Kendall's eyes were drawn to the small, circular table in the middle of the living room. A purple tablecloth patterned with something mystical in gold thread was thrown over it. Atop the surface sat a box and a set of China cups. By the open window, he noticed a burning stick of incense. He wondered how Bitters let him do that. He knew almost immediately that the songwriter brought him for a tarot reading, but he wasn't irked by it for some reason.

"Alright," Lucian pulled out one of the chairs. "What are you looking for? What kind of reading are we doing?"

Kendall looked at Ronnie with suspicion. She tapped her feet gently on the carpeted floor, fidgeting with the drawstrings of her yellow sweatshirt. She knit her brows together in confusion.

"Okay, then..." Lucian opened the box on the table. The steam from the cops of tea billowed and mixed with the incense smoke in the room. Kendall could smell a hint of lavender. "I can just pull the cards and see what I see."

He did an overhand shuffle, and out came five cards: Three of Cups reversed: The Hermit, The Magician, The World, and Two of Cups. Kendall quirked a brow. He didn't understand what it meant, but Ronnie leaned forward.

"Huh." Lucian stared at the cards curiously and tapped his finger against the table. "This is... weird."

"Weird? Weird how? What do you mean?" Kendall's anxiety spiked.

"For starters," Lucian pointed to The Magician card. "Trust yourself, trust your feelings. You know what's best for yourself. In this situation..." He glanced between Ronnie and Kendall. "I'd say listen to how you feel. It's almost always right."

"Then we have The Hermit." Lucian pointed to the card. It depicted a man in a black robe holding a lantern. "Give it time; don't force anything to happen."

"Okay... So, this is proving that it's nonsense." Kendall leaned back with a smug look on his face.

"Kendall!" Ronnie smacked his arm.

"Then we have Three of Cups reversed. There could be something causing a rift between you and someone you love, which segways into Two of Cups, expressing... how much you care about each other." Lucian smiled awkwardly.

"How much do we care about each other?" Kendall scoffed. His posture shifted, and he leaned forward.

"You say that as if we're not friends." Ronnie rolled her eyes.

Lucian leaned back and looked between the cards at Kendall and Ronnie. Suddenly, the pieces were placed in his head, and a metaphorical light bulb went off. He gasped and snapped his fingers.

"You two like each other!"

[fictionadventurer]

After very little research into the other writings of Laura Ingalls Wilder and Rose Wilder Lane, my hypothesis about the Little House authorship question is that the writing is mostly Rose's, but the heart is Laura's.

In Laura's newspaper columns, the parts that sound most like Little House mostly come from the extracts she shares from Rose's letters (incidentally, it's kind of adorable how proud she is of Rose: "My daughter's in France!", "My daughter's in Albania!", etc.) The prose of Old Home Town, Rose's inspired-by-my-childhood-home novel, has some of the same concise descriptive prose that I've come to associate with the Little House style (I could hear passages in the voice of the Little House audiobook narrator).

Yet the Little House soul is all over Laura's columns. She's fascinated by the simple tasks of life, believes in home and family and hard work, believes in holding onto the goodness of childhood and looking forward with hope toward the future. There's an optimism, almost a romanticism, about life. The children's series that bears her name clearly comes from the same woman.

Rose, by contrast, is much more pessimistic. When writing about childhood, she's almost cynical about the life of a small town. She highlights the dark stories underlying the wholesome exterior, is extremely sensitive to the pitfalls of the social scene around her. Part of the difference is that Rose is writing for adults, but there does seem to be an essential difference in the personality behind the pen, despite the stylistic similarities to Little House.

(At the risk of pop psychoanalyzing people long dead, Rose seems much more neurotic and introverted and sensitive than her mother. In her writings and in the books about her childhood in Missouri, she comes across as child of a fairly comfortable modern life, with all the modern anxieties, in contrast to a woman who grew up starving on the prairie and knows that there are much worse things to endure than small-town gossip).

It's not much of a thesis, but I'm just fascinated by the fact that the Little House series can share so many stylistic similarities with Rose's writings, yet feel so much more like Laura.

[averlym]

whshdfhfjf.,,,

[avpdcultureis]

avpd culture is having a best friend that you never, ever *really* open up to...

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[calyroco]

How did Satan finally making his first appearance with a speaking role in the series that started with the horror of a woman being unknowingly manipulated by a satanic cult end up so...meh?

[theshadowrealmitself]

I’ve probably already gone through this freak out before and forgot and am just cursed to rediscover this like sisyphus with his boulder but anyways

What the fuck do you mean Will Arnett voiced Ghostwriter??? Bojack????