#god I love Alex's writing

[ollieofthebeholder]

listening to TMAGP 12 like

Me: Wow, that episode hit all the buttons and gave me a delightfully creepy feeling while also making me want to hug just about everyone and bumping Alice specifically several notches up my Blorbo List. Me: ... Me: I bet Alex wrote it. Post-Credit Roll: This episode was written by Alexander J. Newall... Me: Bingo.

[actual-changeling]

crowley has never felt "damned", not directly after his fall, not centuries later.

it is hard to feel damned on earth, as he had discovered, when there is sunlight on his skin and wine on his tongue. when there are joys big and small, reasons to smile, to laugh. when there's aziraphale smiling back.

unforgivable, yes. fallen for certain. unlovable, sometimes, usually right before deciding to go to sleep for a few decades with the hope it will be gone once he wakes again.

he does not believe in salvation—it is hard to see god as a saviour when you remember her ripping everything good you had ever felt out of your chest. besides, compared to earth, heaven is empty. a room with bleached floors and sterile walls, devoid of anything truly real, truly alive. so the opposite, eternal damnation, logically cannot exist either.

believe in one, believe in the other. believe in none, and you lose them both.

maybe, he had thought, maybe there is no salvation but there certainly is hope.

hoping is easy when the world is whole, when his world is whole and next to him, smiling, constant, watching him with shining eyes. it had felt natural then, to dream about a future where all of this works out—where they worked out.

crowley remembers the burning hope in his chest, more gentle than her grace but just as alive, and it had danced over his skin, feeling utterly content and at home. sunlight and smiles flowing together with bubbling joy.

he has never been further from being a demon, and yet, with his hands falling and his lungs aching, damnation becomes tangible, definable.

after burning up in the sky, in fire and flames and pools of boiling sulphur, he falls a second time. crowley sees it then, clear on his face and sharper than the claws that had ripped him open and stolen his stars from inside his heart.

fallen. unforgivable. unlovable.

"i forgive you"

damned.

there had been a holiness to living, wisps of hope and promises. all of it is gone now, taken, stolen.

they were yours anyway, he doesn't say. all of me, it was yours.

offered to him with weeping hands, open and truthful, his heart beating and bleeding and melting through his fingers. take it, he had said, it's yours. let it be yours.

angels. white-winged and perfect and whole. blessed, the definition of blessing, of holiness, of everything good.

so, crowley tells himself, if salvation exists, if i can see it crack and shatter right in front of me, whatever remains must be the opposite.

it is all he can feel, the hollow that had been him, no soul to damn and yet there he is—damned. alone. lonely. power ripples through him, tasting desperation, tasting fury and heartbreak, and he allows it, embraces it. it doesn't matter anymore.

bad. evil. a liar and an enemy and unlovable the way he is—and worst of all, unchangeable. somehow after everything, that is what broke them. maybe he has been wrong about himself all along.

damned for now and all eternity, so he might as well, right?

[pumpkin-baboo]

TMAGP 5 was written for ME

Niche movie review blog

Niche HORROR movie blog

Dad showed kid horror movies way too young and then created a huge bond over horror as a whole genre

Lost media

Weird Maybe Sentient Movie Theater?

Bullying The Babadook (I love her, but I have a lot to say about that movie)

Made me think about HHN

Made me think about Phantom Of the Megaplex

Found Footage Horror

This one episode was better than the entirety of Skinamarink and I won’t go into that further

WELCOME TO MY TWISTED MIND

[veikkoalen]

fuck marry kill but it's alex and casey and aleksi

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

oh my god oh my god oh my GODDDDDD i can’t BELIEVE i found these on my little rainy october thrift shop wander this morning. like, one would have been more MORE enough. but both?? at once??? i am quite simply floating and may never touch back down to earth

[squarebracketsmileyface]

taps on ur shoulder any mh thoughts or hcs spinning around in your head rn

Honestly, I love thinking about trans Alex Kralie so much, usually transfemme Alex because, like, look at that guy, especially in that one video where he was with Amy, "he" was She in that video I believe it with my whole soul.

But like, just thinking about Alex being closeted transfemme and in a big ol' polycule where she's the hinge partner between Amy and Jay, Tim and Brian (so Amy is Tim, Brian and Jay's metamour) like, just thinking about Alex coming out to Amy first, not because she thinks the boys wouldn't be accepting, or even that she thinks Amy would be more accepting than they would, just because to come out to any of the boys she'd then feel obligated to come out to all of them at the same time, she wouldn't want to tell one of them before the others, so she'd have to tell them all at once and that feels too big. So she just comes out to Amy first.

And that goes super well, and it's so much less scary than she thought it'd be. So she comes out to Amy and Amy starts offering to take her clothes shopping, or buy stuff for her if she doesn't feel comfy enough to buy her own stuff. She teaches Alex how to do her make up (and they definitely do that think like that one photo, with Amy sitting in Alex's lap to do her lipgloss for her and Alex has a huge sapphic crisis over it and gay panics for half an hour because holy shit her girlfriend is so fucking gorgeous and she's sitting on her and her face is so close to Alex's, and she's doing her lipgloss for her and oh my god Alex needs to kiss her and mess up that lipgloss immediately)

So it goes like that for a few months, with only Amy knowing, and Alex is slowly getting more and more comfy in herself. She knows how to do her own eyeliner and mascara, she knows how to use foundation and contour now, and she pretty much never leaves the house without nail polish any more because it just makes her feel so pretty, and if anyone asks she can say she's "just a guy who's not scared to wear nail polish, fuck off alright?"

But obviously, eventually she feels kinda ready to tell her other partners. Amy offers to go with her, and Alex agrees immediately because god she's so nervous, even though she knows it'll all go absolutely fine. Like, Tim is trans himself, of course it'll go fine, literally how could it not, Alex already knows all her boyfriends are totally fine with dating someone who's trans. But that obviously doesn't stop the nerves. So Amy picks her up a bit early and takes her out for a little cafe date to try and help her calm her nerves: "A coffee date without the coffee because it'll just make you even more nervous and jittery. You're getting hot chocolate and that's final."

So they have their little no coffee coffee date and head on to go meet up with the others, and Alex is so nervous, like, knee bouncing, fingers tapping, picking at the skin around her nails so that she doesn't pick off the nail polish that she put on the night before. And Amy just leans over and kisses her once they're parked up outside Brian and Tim's apartment, which is where they all agreed to meet because it's the biggest of everyone's places.

Amy and Alex knock on the door and Alex is panicking over the outfit she chose to wear, even though it's her favourite outfit and Amy constantly reminds her how utterly gorgeous and pretty and so hot she is in it (and out of it). Jay's the one who answers the door and he just kinda stares at Alex for a moment like, cartoon heart eyes floating off the ground drooling at the sight of a beautiful woman, because he's a total fucking loser and gorgeous women are his weakness (gorgeous men too, but right now all he can think is "holy fuck Alex is wearing a skirt and lipstick. I MUST KISS.")

So like, they get into the apartment and the whole conversations goes absolutely fine, just like Alex knew it would, and Amy had promised it would. And the day just ends with the whole polycule (missing Sarah, because I fully believe she's in this polycule too, except she's only dating Amy and Jessica, and not Alex or any of the boys so she wasn't massively needed for this conversation) the whole polycule all cuddled up on and in front of the couch, with Alex in the middle getting just absolutely doted on because they all saw how much she was shaking and how anxious she was and just NEED to show her how loved she is. Like, everyone seems to need to have at least some part of themself touching her at all times, whether it's fingers laced between hers, their head on her shoulder, a hand on her thigh fiddling with the hem of her skirt, whatever.

And she just feels so happy. Like, she's pretty sure she's never been more in love and she can't WAIT to start wearing make up and more feminine clothes in front of her boyfriend's because she KNOWS that they'll all just trip over themselves to do what she wants. Because they already did that anyway, and she knows from their initial reactions to seeing her all dolled up that that'll just get worse as time goes on :]

As in, if she wants kisses, she will have all three of her boyfriend's waiting in line because she's wearing lipstick and they're obsessed with getting lipstick marks on their cheeks and necks and stuff. Bonus points if it's black lipstick she's wearing, Jay goes nuts over it. Amy says she looks prettiest in dark red lipstick, and absolutely takes any excuse to climb on top of her to apply it herself before they make out just so she can see it all smeared and messed up afterwards. Amy is very gay for her girlfriend who could 100% flip them over at any second but just Doesn't because she likes looking up at Amy and seeing her smile :]

[twopercentboy]

how it feels when you're hyperfixating on a really small fandom with very little fanart or fanfic

[seattledaytwo]

Happy Sunday, I offer you some fluff of my favorite girls!! <3

[tethered-heartstrings]

just want to let everyone know in some amount of hours I will be on a plane to visit @willgrahamscock and I'll get to her apartment at a very reasonable hour (3am) and then I'll be there for like 3 weeks. may go more quiet on here or more insane. if I don't come back please know I went out having a good time. <33

[patron-saints]

crawl like a sinner (a riza/lust fanmix)

falling in love with someone who could never love you back is the exact kind of curse lust would wish upon her worst enemies. it is also something she thought she’d never experience.

listen on: spotify or youtube cover art in collaboration with: @amotleycrew

——— tessellate - alt-j triangles are my favorite shape / three points where two lines meet gimme what i want - miley cyrus pleasure leads to pain / to me they’re both the same hatchet - archive you could aim between my eyes and i’d still be yours to have looking too closely - fink truth is like blood underneath your fingernails / you don’t wanna hurt yourself hearts a mess - gotye but i’m desperate to connect / and you, you can’t live like this  hold me tight or don’t - fall out boy when your stitch comes loose / i wanna sleep on every piece of fuzz and stuffing that comes out  piece of shit - wet leg  and you are not in love, but it’s close enough  did it to myself - orla gartland now you're living in my memory / living in my mouth / living in the four fucking walls of my house october - the crane wives take my word, but keep the upper hand / i know you, you're the daughter of a lonely man blood orange - freya ridings could a life be like this, even with you?

[actual-changeling]

No matter how many nightmares Ellie has, how many times she wakes up screaming, how many times she screams and doesn't snap awake - Joel comes to her.

In the early evening when she accidentally falls asleep reading a new Savage Starlight comic he got for her, he races up the stairs taking two steps at a time and holds her in the dying sunlight until she can think of the stars and no longer sees blood.

Hours past midnight, street lamps long turned off, when her cries are quiet and small, Joel still notices, still crosses the handful of feet between their bedrooms and lets her cling to him for the rest of the night.

In the sweltering summer when all physical contact only traps heat between them and leaves them sticky with sweat, Joel keeps her pressed against him for as long as she needs, sharing his body heat and comfort just like he does in the coldest winter months.

Ellie calls out his name during the day with joy glowing in her voice and he responds with the same urgency as always, following the promise of her smile with his own lighting up his face. She asks questions and requests hugs, tells pun and teases him when he looks up despite knowing she is only doing it to fuck with him, and sometimes, when the doubt settles back into her bones against her best efforts, she says Joel with a rare vulnerability laced into her voice, only letting out the breath she was holding when he still responds, still comes over, still loves her.

There are days when she waits for him to grow tired of her, fearing the time she asks for him and he refuses to seek her out, to follow her call to wherever she is, but no matter how long she waits, he always comes.

Always.

Doesn't it bother you, she whispers one night, that I need you this much?

Joel brushes her hair out of her face and presses his forehead against hers, one hand cupping her jaw and tracing the line of her cheekbone before he leans back again to leave a kiss right below her temple.

Doesn't it bother you, he whispers back, that I need you that much I'm always here, no matter what?

Ellie falls asleep curled up against his chest, face buried in his neck, and when they drift apart in their sleep, she reaches out from the middle of her dreams, a silent call, trusting that Joel will pull her back into his embrace and carry her to the next morning.

He does.

[bugwolfsstuff]

Found this in my files would anyone like me to write this?

[aritany]

i’m beginning to think there’s a kind of indestructibility that comes with the territory of your first heartbreak being from your parents.

like, what are you going to do to hurt me? my superheroes chose religion over me. good try though

[abrthephantomq]

You know what, IZ fandom

I had a thought

Zim isn't like, a space bug.

Zim's a space bug AI. His personality is preprogrammed into his pak and we all know that and that he's defective, etc etc.

So if he's AI, would the fact that he's truly a sentient being be the result of a computer virus?

....what if Dib was defective, too?

[maribellablack]

submarine (2010)

This is my comfort movie and I love to watch it from time to time, because I get exposed to things that I couldn't catch and notice the previous time...

P.S. Bless Alex Turner for creating the best soundtrack album ever 🙌🏻

[brionyjae]

Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Relationships: Alex Mercer/Reggie Peters Characters: Alex Mercer, Reggie Peters Additional Tags: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, like just a dash of h/c bc i can't help myself lol, Mutual Pining, Pre-Canon, pre-prom feels, Reggie Peters Has ADHD, it's not explicitly mentioned in this fic but it's how i write him!

Summary:

Written for the prompt: "And on that note, we're going to stop having this conversation." Prom is approaching, and Alex is trying his best to pretend he's fine with not having a date. Luke and Bobby both have dates, which is fine, it's not like Alex thought the band was going together or anything. Reggie notices, however, because of course he does.