#idk wtf these tags are anymore

[jules-in-a-bin]

i have a fucking stye in my eye and its driving me physically insane because cause it's like internal so rather than it looking like a weird red lump under my eye i just look like i've been doing drugs please tell me how to fix it lmao /hj

[wtfforged]

made it to enies lobby with my friend:)

this is a redraw. heres the original screenshot!

[anpanmann]

you love when I jump right in all of me I'm offerin'

[marragurl]

Saxaphone player Gallagher has not left my mind since the jazz night art dropped AND THEN Robin saying Halovian’s innately have good voices and Sunday used to hum lullabies to her as kids happened in the 2.2 special program, and I’m sure you guys can see where my unfortunate Galladay heart is going with this.

Whoever decided to make this art, I love you. I hope your pillow is cool every night, you’re never stuck in traffic, and your water is refreshing with every sip.

Also the art of Sunday with the White Gentlemen drink in the S.P.A.R.K.L.E jazz night event has also spiraled into me delusionally thinking that’s his go to drink. Which is hilarious since Robin has hinted before that he seems to have a massive sweet tooth in her letters.

(Sunday how do you even make holding a drink menacing, Sunday please get some therapy-)

So imagine this:

Pre 2.0 Galladay, where they’re both wary and suspicious of each other but didn’t do anything outright. Sunday slowly began to visit Gallagher’s bar whenever he had time to observe the Hound, initially on the down low just to get a sense of what he was working with and what to keep an eye on. He always gravitated to that one corner booth that every bar had with the most privacy, and just stalked there for a few hours before leaving. (Smol menacing birb in a tree vibes)

Gallagher obviously knew that Sunday was doing this (even though everyone else seemed to somehow completely miss him, Gallagher wouldn’t be surprised if Sunday was doing some weird Harmony mind tricks), and after the first few “stakeouts,” he bit the bullet and actually approached the table to engage with Sunday, on the off chance this was some weird “test of loyalty” by the Halovian to see if the Hound would swallow his pride to serve his so-called masters.

Nothing terrible happened, but he remained passive-aggressively polite when serving him, and Sunday remained passive-aggressively cool-headed in response. There was some snark of what dear “sweet-toothed” Sunday would want at a bar, and an icy reply of “aren’t you the master drink smith? Why don’t you show me those skills you boasted about?” which led to Gallagher being petty and giving Sunday the White Gentlemen drink, both for the story behind it being such a metaphor for Sunday, and because it was on the more bitter side of alcoholic drinks.

Sunday wasn’t too against the drink; it wasn’t something he would have ordered if it had been his choice, but it wasn’t a bad drink by any means. He couldn’t help but continue to drink it even after Gallagher left his little hidey booth to go back to the main bar, but he’d never stoop so low as to complement the Hound. Of course, he never ordered anything else from then on, only White Gentleman. In fact, over time it seemed to slowly get better, the flavors grew on him, and he couldn't help but look forward to it during difficult nights in the Dreamscape.

If Gallagher tried to needle him into a different drink, Sunday just bit back a “oh? Admitting defeat? I thought this was your best drink for me?” with a little smirk while Gallagher had to use every bit of self-control to not punch him in the face.

As time went on, the bar slowly became a place Sunday frequented to not quite relax, but to get away from the hustle and bustle of Penacony and his duties as one of its main faces. The stresses slowly started piling up, especially with the Charmony fast approaching in a few months and all that came with it.

Gallagher didn’t seem to loosen up regarding his attitude with Sunday, but he did get better at shoving down the visceral hatred he had for everything to do with The Family and Sunday as time went on. He didn’t get soft with Sunday per se, but he definitely kept an eye out for him, and definitely knew when to cut off his drinks on days where it seemed that Sunday wasn’t all that there for their usual veiled comments towards one another when he went to serve him his drink.

It started small, with Sunday staying later and later until sometimes he was the last one to leave the bar to return to reality. Gallagher wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, still wasn’t quite sure this wasn’t some weird long-term test Sunday was devising, especially since he still seemed to be the same ruthless Family member, the same Head of the Oak Family, when Gallagher was working as a Bloodhound outside the bar. For some reason though, within the enclosed space of this strange sanctuary, it was almost peaceful between the two.

One night, there was something wrong when Sunday entered the bar during Gallagher’s shift. He saw a bit of a crowd near the small stage that was within eyesight of his little hidey booth, it seemed some of the musicians of the live band were arguing? He watched as Gallagher came over, seemed to try to speak with the group before honing in on one of the musicians who had been making the most noise and seemed to be about to get physical with the rest. Sunday watched as Gallagher picked up the musician by the scruff of their suit with one hand and carried them towards the doors and lightly tossed them out.

(It was the first time Sunday had actually seen Gallagher perform anything resembling the actual duty of a Bloodhound. It only hit him that he’d only ever seen the other when giving reports, orders, or at the bar. Why was this so shocking to him, he’d seen the man’s arms before, hard not to with his slovenly dress and messy clothing style, as if he couldn’t bother to hide away his imperfections from the world, not like Sunday who refused to be seen by the world, to dare to show one thing off about himself despite his countless failings- he’s getting far too distracted by one meager showing of strength, focus Sunday)

There had always been a live music segment. Sunday was curious to see what would happen with the band missing a member, but was distracted by Gallagher placing his usual White Gentlemen in front of him before heading back to the musicians without a single word to him. Gallagher took a moment to speak with the rest of the band, who seemed to be coming out of their shock and took on worried looks. Sunday could only watch in muted shock as Gallagher went behind the bar and came back with a case, opening it to reveal a saxophone. He then went on stage with the rest of the group, positioned himself further to the side and in the back amongst the shadows within Sunday’s line of sight, and played with the band for the rest of the night.

Sunday couldn’t look away.

He was frozen as he watched Gallagher seamlessly transition from song to song, taking only small breaks to continue serving the other patrons before heading back in. Sunday only remembered about his own drink when his gloves began to get wet from the ice melting into condensation on his glass.

Something felt off within Sunday, and for the first time since Robin’s debut, he couldn't help humming to the music of the band, music that wasn’t of his own sister’s making. He couldn’t help but remember those little concerts the two would have, taking care of his little sister, his only world. He would do anything to keep the Harmony, to keep their family going. When was the last time they truly spent time together? Before he became the Head of the Oak Family? Before he couldn't recognize his own smile?

He was so lost in his thoughts, in memories he thought he buried, that he didn’t realize that it was once again closing time, and he was once again the last one left. He only snapped out of it when Gallagher came by to grab his empty glass, only quirking a questioning brow at him before heading back to the bar.

Gallagher had been keeping a quiet eye on the Halovian that night from the back of the band, in the shadows he felt the most comfort in when in the Dreamscape of Penacony. He had watched Sunday’s eyes glaze over, and the only reason he hadn’t felt offended by the seeming disinterest was the look in the other man’s eyes reminding him of his own when he looked in the mirror. The same look of shame, regret, loss, longing, of the wishes to regain everything he had lost. The same look he strove to hide under every bit of the facade he had crafted of this new self, but came back all too often with every reference of the Family found within his prison in the Dreamscape.

Maybe it was the shared nostalgia within his own heart, that little bit of his true self that he thought died when the Family tore out everything that made him who he was, that made him return behind the bar and begin making Sunday another White Gentlemen, giving Sunday a small nod to beckon him over. He wasn’t expecting anything from it, and he masked his own surprise when Sunday actually left his little shelter to come and take a seat in front of him at the bar. Even while out of it, Gallagher made note of the quiet confidence the other still carried himself. Nothing seemed wrong to anyone else looking at him, only for the lost look in his eyes.

The first time in the many months that they’ve been skirting around each other, and finally they seemed to be face to face.

It was quiet as Gallagher made Sunday his usual drink, a drink he had been slowly changing over the months to be sweeter and sweeter that Sunday never quite seemed to notice, or if he did, he never said anything, only seeming to savor it more each subsequent night. Maybe not even Gallagher noticed his own changes to the drink, subtle as they were.

It was quiet as Sunday took the finished drink, and it was quiet as his eyes slid over the bartop to see the saxophone case laying open with the instrument inside. It was quiet as Gallagher followed his eyes, as he came out from behind the bartop to take the saxophone out and take a seat in a chair only one seat down from Sunday’s. It was quiet as Gallagher began to play to his audience of one.

It was quiet as Sunday quietly hummed along.

It was quiet as they both knew that it would not last.

OK yea so this was all because I heard ‘La vie en rose’ at the end of the Jazz night event and went “Damn I wish that’s Gallagher playing on his Sax” and then we spiraled.

Uh. Idk what it is with me having a small ship moment which then spirals into a full blown writing session. My mind blanked out and as I came to I find out that I made a whole ass little one shot over here then completely forgot about it WHOOPS

So yea, hope my fellow Galladay enjoyers… enjoyed! I think I’ve slowly begun to crave… not domestic or fluff per se from these two, but after every AO3 fic being super dark between them (which I get! They are the toxic yaoi kings of Penacony as of writing this, no one is denying that!) I think I want to see them be explored in a more melancholic sense. Not quite the “forbidden” love angle, but in the “damn we kinda have some parallels, and maybe in another life we could have gotten along but there’s too much baggage and anger, both historically and currently to really even try anything”

I have this feeling this may not be the last time I write about these two… is Galladay going to be the ship that gets me to actually use my AO3 account?

[vydia-killa]

best birthday present imo

𖥔᭝ 𓂅⁺⠀˒⠀⠀٫

[eternallyunrested]

[melsshenanigans]

Paparazzi Murder Party (gore + blood warn)

[ddeongies]

🫠🫠🫠🫠

[kematian-disreally]

[bittyfromquotev]

Didn't want email notifications but sure here we go. I can't tell if you're being willfully ignorant or not, but I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt. Also from looking at your responses, just wanted to let you know that was 3 different people on anon there. I was the one telling you "probably" is still an accusation. Those other two were not me, though I'm pretty sure the anon who used bold italics was likely the person who first send you the dot points ask after the rude quotev anon.

If you're old enough to pull the "I'm a minor" card then you're old enough to know what you've done is wrong or questionable. I've seen this a couple times where you throw your minor status around where it's completely irrelevant. Being a minor isn't a get out of jail free card in case you didn't know.

You tend to assume every criticism is "assuming your intentions" or aren't valid because they "don't know you". That doesn't mean anything when your actions have consequences and you post them publicly for people to make judgements on. You are on social media, nothing you do here is ever truly private and any expectation that people won't view your blog is naïve.

Your behavior is attention seeking. You say you don't want to be in the drama, but you keep talking about it and stirring the pot and then get upset when you're inevitably brought back into the drama. You say things in a way that implies you want the gore anons to harass you. This is attention seeking behavior and it doesn't even have to be intentional. This is not me saying you as a person are an attention seeker, it is me saying that the things you say display attention seeking behaviors. There is a difference. I also find it concerning that you are, even perhaps jokingly, inviting a harassment group to do the same to you.

"Start telling them 'like a teach(er) or parent' how to act. No one likes a social dictator." To that anon? Way to completely not read what I said at all. I said that just because you're a minor doesn't mean people can't call you out for shit, *like teachers and parents do* as an example. You wouldn't pull the minor card on them, would you? No, because it means and accomplishes nothing other than telling someone you're young.

Not everyone who is rude or doesn't agree with your beliefs or actions is a gore anon or supporter. You do not deserve to be harassed, no one does. Which is why you shouldn't throw accusations like that around lightly. It's invalidating to the people who actually had to suffer from them. It dilutes the problem and makes it harder to actually know who the gore anons target and how they act because suddenly everyone is a gore anon or supports them. There are 3 main gore anons that have identified themselves, and they all have distinct ways of typing, which is how people have started to recognize some people in the group.

You constantly say not to assume your intentions, well what about you? Did you not also assume the intentions of people? That sort of thing is why this drama got started in the first place, because people *assumed the intentions* of people. To clarify, this *is not me saying this is your fault*. Let that not be twisted. I am talking about the general actions of several individuals throughout all this drama.

Anyway, hope the rest of your week goes well!

Thank you for letting me know that it was multiple people. Let’s go over this again.

As I explained, I did not pull the “I’m a minor” card to get out of stuff. I said it because I didn’t know what to say to the anon that was initially rude as fuck. I’m not trying to excuse ANYTHING with being a minor.

You seem to only be looking at this specific trend of asks, which mind you, is basically OPENLY agreeing with someone telling me to get the fuck of the Internet. I know my actions have consequences. I’m not saying people’s criticisms aren’t valid, though I can see where you’re coming from. I’m just saying that I didn’t ask for criticisms on my actions. Judge me all you want, I just don’t want people telling me stuff when I didn’t ask for advice/criticism.

This is actually something I can give you credit for. However, the Gore Anons themselves haven’t got near me, but they’ve gone near my friends. I do that because I find it ridiculous how they won’t talk to ME but will shit on my friends. Of course, I’m not saying that my friends suffering is funny, I’m just saying that I’m a little baffled as to why they haven’t come to me after so long of me defending my friends and antagonizing the Gore Anons.

Dude idek what you want me to say here. We’re just saying that I have not asked for criticism from a stranger. And I already explained the minor card thing in point 1.

Okay you got me there. That comment was unnecessary. See how I’m taking accountability here? Yeah.

Again, this has only happened once or twice. If you’d look at my ask tag, you’d see that a few time I state that I TRY MY BEST not to assume people’s intentions. I respond to things that I have done with something, then follow it with “it’s not an excuse but this is happening”. Plus, if I ever DO assume people’s intentions, it’s because of what their intentions have been towards my friends and strangers in the past.

I did not invite random, unsolicited criticism from strangers. If I wanted criticism, I would have just said “okay” and moved on.

Also, how am I just NOT SUPPOSED TO BE PISSED when I get ROPED INTO DRAMA that doesn’t even have to do with me!

I’m not gonna block you unless you send another ask like this. I hope you have a good rest of your week as well/gen

EDIT: I also think that if I was really undermining victims (which I’m not) then my friends who are/were victims would have either blocked me or called me out on it. Neither has happened.

[catnerd-13]

just had a wild ass dream about spiderpeople and now i have a new spidersona. I fw her tbh she’s a little girlfailure just like me fr

[a-chaotically-small-lunta]

I had a dream, where there was this movie called something like Hoisho and the Windfolk. (Straight up what it was called btw) Apparently dream me has been searching for this movie forever. Cause apparently no one remembers the ending or the twist at the end. They all remember and have clips of the most fucked it scene which many believe is the actual ending of the movie, as well as other clips from the beginning of the movie.

The only reason I’m putting this under more is because holy shit is it long. My dreams and all the damn lore they come with, like jeez man.

It was a movie about these two factions, the windfolks: people who believe in bringing beauty back to the world via ancient statues, who held on to tradition tightly, and they were considered old style despite abandoning the main reason they are even called windfolks.Then there was the other faction, which did have a name but i don’t remember it, they were a faction of larger beast who were a strange combination of lizard, amphibian, man, and machine. They were the future but they were the result of a scientist who made wanted to create the ultimate defense for human kind, or something, which lead to the downfall of the world and a terrible war that ripped the world in two. After the war, Each faction never crossed into the others borders. Then we meet Hoisho, a young lad and part of the windfolk. All kids have this sense of adventure and are wild, so as per tradition, they go to learn about why it is dangerous to go out adventuring, why trying to befriend an enemy is pointless, and why creating something new is dangerous. The windfolk believe that restoring ancient statues that were destroyed in the war will bring them true peace, especially when these statues are built with a rare metal that only came to be because of the war. It was clumpy and strange but shaping it with your tools was almost impossible with how tough the stuff was. When put into the light it would glitter and shine bright colors, and if the statue was done correctly then the true colors would appear. Aka if the statue was of a blonde woman then when it was remade with this special metal in the correct way, you could actually see the blonde hair when the statue was in the sunlight. Creating something new was prohibited since it was seen as a waste of metal, and it was so rare that most windfolk will never see a new collection of it in their life time. They are taught that the mines are the place they will spend their lives, and that they are only called windfolk in honor of their ancestors who flew in the sky. They were also taught to never explore past the tree line or to open the “rat door.” Each of which was basically a death sentence. Hoisho didn’t believe in this kind of stuff and thought that their people should abandon the destroyed past and live as they were supposed to, flying in the sky! But the elders said that windfolks have never actually flown in the sky, however Hoisho, being the explorer he is, found old paintings and relics depicting their ancestors gliding through the sky. So he thinks it’s all bullshit and wants to prove them wrong without giving up his secret hiding spot where all the evidence is, in fear of them destroying it.

However one day Hoisho, accidentally crossed into the other factions territory. He tried to get their attention thinking they were some tall windfolks, but when he grabbed some of their hands he noticed they were far bigger than any of the windfolk. He tried to run, the fog hiding his cover, but he found himself in a crowd, that only seems to be getting taller. The crowd sees him and thinks him a bug, they find joy in keeping him a pet or simply squishing him into a paste. Hoisho, terrified tries to leave but eventually is found only for them to become enraged, accusing him of trying to steal their tech and start another war. Well they won’t let him start the war cause they’re gonna start it! They tell him to let his little town of weaklings know, a war is coming. He is let go and runs off to his home to tell them what happened. They are pissed and banish Hoisho from their home and tell him that if he comes back they’ll throw him into the “rat door” Either way they must prepare for a war. Hoisho then asks why the rat door is so dangerous, with such a stupid name. They explain, (and in the movie it is shown in a different visual style and considered the most fucked up part of the movie) that a criminal in their society will be walked to the door and shoved in. When the door opens screams of what sounds like a strange combination of human like screams and rat screeches. We get to see a glimpse of what’s inside and its filled with a horrifying image. Of people fused into giant rats with body parts scattered about, their eyes being crazed out from what has happened to them. Like it was fucked up.

Hoisho runs off and tries living on his own when he meets a strange man his size, which he thought only the windfolk were his size but this man is clearly not one of them. From his gray skin and jet black hair, which gave off a feather like look. (Windfolk tended to have actual color in their skin, just think humans tbh) He takes the boy in and tells him that everything he knows is a lie…

THEN MY FUCKING DREAM MOM GOES “This movie is cheesy and dumb, turn it off” and she does that. When I’ve been searching for this damn movie for fucking years because I’ve never seen past the part of where Hoisho meets the stranger! And this bitch just turns it off?!?!? And doesn’t even let me watch the rest of it?!!? I was so pissed that I actually woke up.

Anyway from what I could remember and gather I think I know the twist. In the dream I remember there were many different theories on what happens and other theories about the windfolk. Like why is it called Hoisho, and the windfolks, when he is already one of them? One theory is, That the windfolk we meet at the beginning aren’t the actual windfolk. But then where did they go? Some believe that the rat door holds them and that they’ve all become these horrifying monsters behind the door. Others believe that the mysterious man is actually a descendant of the real windfolks, which may or may not have intermingled with whatever Hoisho and the rest of the fake windfolks are. With this theory it is thought that the fake windfolks are actually “rat folks” and that those who are too wild are sent into the door because they will one day break into the monsters that lie behind the door. But there are so many questions about the rest of the story! What about the giant faction? Why were they so into violence but many of them actually didn’t care for it? It was only the soldiers that were itching for a fight. Why did that special metal appear after the war? Is that metal their deceased corpses? They were know to be cyborgs in a way. Why are they huge? Are the folks humans? Or are humans all gone? Are the different folks tiny people who were a result from the war or were they always around? Why the fuck was it considered a fun kids movie when the whole “Rat door” sequence existed? Is the “rat door” the reason why the movie disappeared? Was it so disturbing that everyone agreed to make the movie disappear? How the fuck did my dream mother find the movie?!?!?

So many questions, no answers…although it sounds like a pretty good Internet mystery Or like an ARG tbh haha!

[fandommoth]

Help guys I like idk 😭 okay so there was a 5 MINUTE HAIL STORM OVER HERE WHERE I LIVE(if yk the country I live in then yk 😭) and like it was 80 outside and the hail legit broke multiple trees out of fucking no where LIKE SOME HOW OKAY SOME HOW THE HAIL DID NOT MELT UNTIL A FEW HOURS AFTER IT HAPPENED??? AND IT WAS ONLY FOR 5 MINUTES OF A HAIL STORM 😭 BRO I WAS OUT OF POWER FROM 8 TO 3 IN THE MORNINGGG PLEASE IT WAS SO CONCERNING TOO 😭 and I couldn't even eat most of my food I was eating for dinner yesterday because of it but all is fine now 😢 they said it was some kind of unexpected tornado? But where I live we never get tornados 😭 and it dented the car............... ....... I had to use these litle glowy moon things to see my way through the house too bc it was so fucking dark oh and I made a little art doodle at 3 in the morning bc I couldn't sleep <3

[swaterhousett]

[ralvezfanatic]

im gonna lose my mind but this time in a bad way

[dreamy-demons]

me when i find people that make hate posts and then tag them with all the relevant fandom tags so it will show up on your dash when you follow the tag