#i think you get it

[allthewhumpygoodness]

Picture this: a character is starting to get sick. They feel it in their scratchy throat, their aching muscles and chilled limbs - but there's something they need to do, somewhere they need to go, that's urgent and can't be left until later.

Caretaker can tell just as well as Whumpee that they're coming down with something and warns them not to go out in the cold, to stay in and take care of themselves. But Whumpee, being how they are, of course insists on doing their duty.

So they go out, and Caretaker stays in and waits for them, making their room as comfortable and warm as they can in the process.

After it's been long past the time Whumpee was supposed to come home, they start to worry. They put on their warmest coat and go out into the snow themselves, following the path they know Whumpee would have taken. It isn't long before they find them, a small and bundled figure sitting curled up on the side of the road.

When they run to them the whumpee raises their head, eyes almost pathetically exhausted. They're shivering head to foot, a dazed expression on their face. "I couldn't get all the way," they mumble tiredly, looking up at Caretaker with such need that their heart breaks.

And they're so relieved to find them safe and so frustrated with them for going out in the first place, for making them so worried - but, at least for now, they force themselves to be gentle. Wrapping one warm arm around Whumpee's shoulders, they help them up out of the snow and help them home, making sure to tuck them in good and warm once they do.

[mono-socke]

Marry Me A Little !!!

god how I love this album/show

[notesofarichlycolorednight]

i think, sadly, the more i think and compare obc hadestown and nytw hadestown the more i see wrong with obc hadestown and why i wasn’t completely sold on the changes they made (and yes, i did say that i liked aspects about it, but those have honestly changed as well)

yknow that post talking about how the story of orpheus and eurydice is about grief, and the changes they made in obc really takes away from that

like yes, yes i get that them saying each other’s names parallels the scene when orpheus first gets to hadestown and eurydice seeing him brings back the memories that she’s slowly losing while working in hadestown. and honestly that’s galaxy brain. it just doesn’t fit. lol.

“you’re early” // “I missed you” really digs into that concept of not being able to help but look back upon the ones you love in your grief. more than them just saying each other’s names. it also parallels really nicely with hades and persephone’s relationship.

and yknow that writing advice post that occasionally floats around about how if you want to speak on big topics, you have to focus in on the little things, on the microcosms? don’t write about war if you want to comment about war, write about a child’s discarded and abandoned plush, instead, and the audience will fill in the rest.

i feel like nytw hadestown was a bit like that. because it’s more about the story of orpheus and eurydice. like obviously there are little easter eggs referencing the greater story mitchell wanted to tell--namely the wall and everything that references the wall, and capitalism, and climate change--but ultimately it’s still a story about grief

“if it’s true” is still just a lover singing a mournful song about his lost love.

but obc it’s more about the greater message, and it really ruins itself for it.

[cold-r-ain-in-june]

hi hi i miss you so bad! i adore you! i hope you’re okay! i hope you’re happy!

@ciaraloves

replying to all of these simultaneously because i just hate for how long i've been ghosting you

i dont i just feel like im dragging my body through life everyday and the longer i waited to respond the harder it is for me to? (even today, besides the two months i spent delaying a reply every single day, i was like today i'm going yo do it and it's literally 9 pm when i'm writing this so yeah still a heavy delay)

thank you for all the love you have sent, really you can't imagine how much i appreciate it and how much it meant to me. i feel like i'm leaving in a fog and i don't remember or see anything that used to be my life and then you come and send me something as sweet and heartfelt as ever and for a moment you pull me out of the fog. i dont know this is sappy and pathetic but it's simply how it is.

i think the conclusion is that i should just let myself enjoy life, because after our last interaction when i came back from the dead? i think it was around christmas time? and i went "oh im gonna come back and im gonna write this fic and im gonna make ciara so happy" and thats how i accidentally conditioned myself to not come back until the fic is done because thats what i always do (you can only do x if you've done y otherwise it's just a waste).

(at least i got some writing done, it's just, i haven't writen something substantial in so long that it turned into something much longer than originally intended so we re gonna see if it comes out in like 2 months or 10 years, but i think you already expected that)

idk i don't feel like this explanation makes any sense but it just felt wrong to come back without saying anything (translation: i literally conditioning myself to not come back unless i write and explanation; im a mess) but the bare bones of this entire thing is that i love you ciara, i've missed you deeply and thank you for everything, it really helped having someone in my corner even if you're most likely miles and miles away

i adore you too, im not really happy, but maybe ill be, maybe this year can be good to us and maybe we can be good to ourselves too

[mroddmod]

the queen of the disco or whatever

[bookwyrminspiration]

I can behave normally around books

[mayhemchicken-artblog]

in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off

EDIT: reblogs are STAYING OFF. op was right and correct and i have never regretted making a post as much as this one. if you want to reblog my art you can reblog something else from my blog. or commission me, lord knows i deserve financial compensation for the nightmare this post has put me through

[some-pers0n]

I'm always entertained by people doing those "canon VS fanon" memes where both are misunderstanding characters to such a violent degree 'cause like

[oncorhynchus-nerka]

VERY IMPORTANT a dam in the Netherlands, the weerdsluis lock, is directly on a migratory path for spawning fish. They have a worker stationed there to open the door for the fish, but they can take a while to open it. So to keep the fish from getting preyed on by birds they installed a doorbell. Only, the fish don't have hands to ring the doorbell. If you go to their website, they have a LIVE CAMERA AND A DOORBELL that YOU RING FOR THE FISH when they're waiting, and then the dam worker opens the door for them! I can't express how obsessed I am with this. look at this shit. oh my god.

Please check on the fish doorbell once in a while :)

[beaft]

my mum forbade me to say anything to my dad about the top surgery thing, and it's just hit me how funny it would be if i got it done and didn't tell him and just waited for him to notice. i mean, what's he gonna say? "didn't you used to have tits?"

[starrysharks]

ghanaian miku

[lazylittledragon]

can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024

[captainjonnitkessler]

Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"

Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.

[badolmen]

WARNING 18+

19

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[slyandthefamilybook]

why do you guys talk like you think not voting means no one gets elected