#frabjous days

[jt1674]

[endomentendo]

exploring more of the digital wonderland, I wanted to give the abstracts a role.

Feel free to ask any questions :3

[pumpkinpaix]

GUYS GUYS GUYS GUESS WHAT

so I went to the thrift shop for tools and I was looking for a sharpening stone and I found one in this box of random stuff where it was $10 for the whole thing so I said sure why not it also is a decent organizer and one of the drawers is labeled jewelry!!

It’s full of fun bits!!! Including decorative lions and horses and bugs and carved bone and a ballerina and some snakes and leaves and birds

BUT YOU WANNA KNOW THE BEST PART

THERES REAL TEETH IN THERE!!!!!!!!

TEETH AT THE TOOL THRIFT STORE!!!! YAAAAAAAA

[chaos-has-theories]

THE BLACK LESBIAN FROM THE PILOT IS BACK maybe today is a good day after all

[cicerfics]

Oh my goodness, no one told me that Orisinal games are back online??

This site was my FAVORITE back in the day, and I thought it was dead forever after the end of Flash. I'm so happy!! 😭

[zilabee]

- Oh, George Martin, looking at a hidden camera with the greatest of expressions known to mankind. Thank you for everything.

The Beatles are meeting in a room downstairs... still uncertain about performing on the roof.

- I love that they're all just setting up anyway. I love that MLH is clinging to this performance for all he's worth as the only possible way to save his film. I love watching them getting ready and taping things down. I love the street level and how old fashioned it is and how beautiful everything is.

- LSKDJFoijweoi jsodijfowejfsdfwpejfsdf. Everything about Paul coming onto the roof is lkJfoIJOfijoweifjsdsd. All my feelings are everywhere.

- The men by the chimneys on the other building, trying to work out what's happening <333

- Ringo being sweet with Maureen. Then messing with his kit. Then yelling to Mal cos they've nailed him down in the wrong place. I ADORE HIM.

- Paul jumping up and down on the incredibly wobbly floorboards, to see if he crashes to his death? Utterly perfect in every way. Magic. Couldn't love him more.

- I am freezing cold just looking at them. I want to eat them. Paul's hair is ridiculously perfect for a windy rooftop.

- Paul is smiling lovingly at John within two minutes. It's mad and it's stunning. And then the way they're moving as soon as they get into it. Little jigs of utter content.

- Incredibly horribly touching that Maureen is there, representing for all the cavern girls.

- Everyone coming out onto their roofs and balconies. Pavements filling up even though nobody can see them from there. The colours of it all.

- John coping heroically with hair in his face and in his mouth. The beautiful moment he knows he doesn't know the next line. The beautiful moment George hears him singing gobbledegook. Paul watching him lovingly to see where he wants to pick up. DON'T LET ME DOWN IS THE BEST SONG IN THE WORLD OKAY, IT JUST IS. And they're just playing it out for people who have never heard it before, and it's a wonderful thing to fill the streets with and I love them.

We've had thirty complaints in the space of half an hour. It's got to come down.

- Paul living every second, unaware that downstairs all his dreams are coming true! And the sad PCs, aware there's nothing they can do but that they will have to do something. Debbie <333333 She honestly doesn't really know what it is, it's for some feature, but she doesn't know.

- All sneaking over between songs to see their crowd that they're rudely hiding from.

Interviewer: The Beatles are doing a free concert on the roof. Man: I think it's very good. Why aren't they doing it in the street? Interviewer: They thought you'd want to hear it. Man: Yeah, well we'd also like to see them.

GOOD POINT FAIR ENOUGH. PEOPLE JUST LOVE YOU AND WANT TO LOOK AT YOU AND I KNOW YOU'RE ALL VERY AFRAID BUT OHGODDDDD MAYBE A BALCONY LIKE THE QUEEN????

- Halfway through one after 909 they smiled at each other and I felt myself wanting to scream. The absolute pleasure of them. Performing is so good for them, everything everyone has said about getting great takes if they just do it in a show is true and right and lskfdjowieosijdfwjef. Kicking their little legs up at the end. FUCK.

- Not me literally warming my fingers up before they play the next song, as if I will magically send warmth through space and time to them.

"Rock and Roll!" "You too!"

- The way Paul moves when he's singing is obscene anyway, but the way he moves when the police are behind him and he's thrilled by music and altitude and adventure all at once, oh my god arrest him at once.

- I like that Ringo's closest to the police, so he sort of keeps an eye on them in case they might just grab him. (In all the other Beatle films he was the central character, it'd be very fitting if they just arrested Ringo and took him off. It would circle us back to hard day's night.)

- What's been nice for me watching the concert today is that my dog was trying to sleep after a very long walk. She's been really annoyed that I keep letting the beatles sing, and that I am 'overreacting' to them. She humphs at me and turns away and furrows eyebrows. She's my very own grumpy crowd member who thinks they're interfering with local business <3

- Oh Mal. Letting them down. Unplugging them like a traitor. BETRAYAL SO LATE IN THE GAME. They trusted you. They thought you loved them. Years together and now this.

- I love Paul and Ringo carrying on regardless, and John and George turning to glare. George turning themselves back on is pure bliss and makes up a good 60% of my love for him.

You've been playing on the roof again! And your mommy doesn't like that. She's going to have you arrested. Get back!

- In the control room listening back you get to see George Martin being all overcome by how wonderful they are again and it didn't make me cry so that's good.

- Mo and Paul grooving to one after 909. Their hearts pure and true.

- Ringo holding Linda and Paul's hands, and then scoffing the camera for noticing. MY HEART. MY BLOOD GROUP.

- slkdjfowosoosoo. The almost child voice that George has when he says 'if we got the police we could pretend in the film that we had to get it down for them', he sounds so different, I love it. I love that people keep telling him that there's no plot for a film and he is making one in his serious voice.

I think the Beatles are cracking. You can't beat them. They're all out on their own. They've got a style of their own. And in my opinion, I think they're a lovely crowd. They've got good qualities. They sing well.

[nutzworth]

tomorrow for my government final where we have to roleplay the supreme court (im roleplaying a judge) im dressing up in formal wear because we can dress formal for extra credit. except i dont really have a blazer or a tie or like dress pants so my outfit is as follows

a long sleeve button up that is slightly too small for me; a red/gold/black tie that i took from my father's drawer; a leather jacket that i took from my mother's closet; a pencil skirt with buckled pockets; and probably big ass boots. i own 3 of these 5 items. will my parents care or notice? dont know. will find out. am i scared? yeah

[blackbloodedisabel]

MY YURI HAS BEEN UPDATED

[gothyanki]

THE PAWS ARE BACK (SEASONAL EDITION)

[grouperhq]

OO DE LALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[strawberrycinema]

here’s my terrible attempt at bribing ember to sit still while I pick burrs out of her butt and toe pads. I was doing this for 20 minutes.

her fur is everywhere

[jt1674]

[sapphiccyranodebergerac]

i play wordle like lewis carroll wrote jaberwocky. my sister says that’s not really fair because i use words that i don’t know the definition of but like if it follows linguistic structures logically and those little squares turn around then callooh callay it counts.

[dragonbma]

Not me rereading Jabberwocky at ungodly hours of the night just so I can find other exclamations of excitement that I can have Vos say when I write for the Possession AU-

“Callou callay!” (Callooh callay) will no longer be alone.

[waxedpaperdoor]

Binged all of The Newsreader season 2 and now I get to filter it so I don't see 500 posts about "Lestatification" or outright misogyngy and sexism :)

[carewyncromwell]

“For they are all my children, all that I swore to defend -- It is my duty to become both queen and trusted friend.” 

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HPHM Cardverse developed by @ariparri​​ // Carewyn’s outfit inspired by this gorgeous concept art for a special edition Snow White doll

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Cardverse content! Cardverse content ahoy! ❤️ 

I’ve actually had this sketch unfinished in my sketchbook for a while, but I finally got around to fully editing it...this is Carewyn at her coronation, when she first became Queen of Hearts! Yeah, she does look a little less than excited about it. But hey, when you become Queen not because you want to (on the contrary), but because it might be the only leverage you have to stop the woman who’s tyrannically taken over your country of birth as a despot queen and to somehow protect your brother and mother from that same woman...yeah, that crown is going to feel really bloody heavy. Especially when there are so many people suddenly counting on you to succeed: not just your new partner, the current King Declan, but also the previous Queen Rosalie and the countless citizens you now represent. 😞

As you can see, though, even on this grand day where she’s dressed to the nines, Carewyn still holds onto a bit of modesty, with her hair in a modest braid and wearing her regular green Club earrings that Orion gifted her so many years ago. And despite the slightly melancholy stoicism of her posture, she held her head up high and spoke with the conviction of a general, when she addressed her new people as Queen. 

“Not long ago, I journeyed here, with naught but dreams of advancing my education. Yet in my short time here, you have welcomed me, and for that, I shall always be grateful. It is for this gratitude -- and for the love I have grown for this land that’s embraced me -- that I shall fight to protect, provide, and advocate for you, as your Queen...for however long that you have both a want and need of me. Although this crown...is not one I ever would have chosen, for myself...I’m truly honored by our fair Queen Rosalie’s faith in me, as well as King Declan’s, and all of yours. Your faith in me is a gift so priceless, I don’t think I could ever be worthy of it...but I will try my best to honor that faith, all the same. From the bottom of my heart...thank you...and long may our Kingdom prosper, long beyond this Frabjous Day.”

Carewyn didn’t socialize that much at the coronation ball afterwards. Both she and Declan were much more attuned to speaking about important matters of state with their court and foreign representatives than small talk, so they almost simultaneously decided to withdraw and enjoy their guests’ levity from the sidelines. 

“Will they really not mind if we just sit back?” Carewyn asked. Even with how much she dearly wanted to do just that, she didn’t want to offend anyone. 

“Not at all,” Declan reassured her. He then offered her a slightly more mischievous smile. “Just remember to keep your head up, sit up straight and tall...and smile and nod slowly whenever you make eye contact with someone. Makes you look more regal.”

Carewyn bit her lip to hold in a laugh, before accepting the arm Declan offered her and following the older man back to the thrones at the back of the hall. The two royals then proceeded to chat more casually for the rest of the night, sometimes about politics, sometimes about the party and its guests, but occasionally also slipping in the odd reference to the works of Charles Dodgson, now and again. (Declan was very well-read, and he was actually rather happy to have someone else around who enjoyed talking about literature.) 

The best thing about the coronation, however, was what came two days later, when Orion was finally able to come up from the Land of Clubs himself. Carewyn had been surprised and delighted enough to see her old friend again so soon...but when she saw that he’d not only brought her a white Abraxan of her own as a belated coronation gift (which honestly had been overwhelming enough!), but also a blond-haired traveling companion who at the sight of Carewyn was so full of pride she couldn’t hold in her tears.

Carewyn herself was crying just as hard herself when she ran forward, right past Declan, Orion, and her dear new Abraxan horse. She paid them or any reactions from possible witnesses no mind -- chucking out all of her usual stoicism and composure completely, she dashed across the courtyard to Orion’s open carriage and threw her arms around the older blond woman standing in front of it, latching onto her as if she never wanted to let go again.

“MUM! Mum -- Mum...!”

Carewyn’s voice was as choked and adoring as a child’s -- as if her whole heart had burst, and the emotion locked inside behind that dam for so long had flooded every inch of her being. Lane’s voice was a mere shadow of her daughter’s, hushed in the back of her throat and unsubstantial, and yet overcome and aching with relief, love, and pride. 

“Winnie -- oh, my Winnie...my baby...my baby...”

The two held each other for close to ten whole minutes, stroking each other’s backs and hair, rocking each other back and forth, shaking, and crying all the while. After three years of painful separation, doubting whether they’d ever see each other again...here they were -- together and free.