#it haunts me truly

[felicitykings]

Paradise is free of pain and suffering. Everything we've ever done... is forgotten there. The passage will open. And then... we will be there. You, me... and Charlotte.

DARK (2017-2020)

[makki0s]

all i’ve been getting on my writing is likes and i am GOING INSANE PLS SOMEONE SAY SOMETHING

[chloesimaginationthings]

"They call it the MANGLE" - FNAF 2 phone guy

[casscainmainly]

Jason and Cass' opposing views on murder is so interesting. Their conflict is not purely moralistic - that is to say, it's not purely that Jason thinks murder is okay, and Cass doesn't. It's their identities, their original and most fundamental worldview. Jason is a murder victim and Cass is a murderer. Yes, Jason kills people as Red Hood, and yes, Cass dies multiple times, but this never truly erases how they see themselves. Jason will always have been murdered, and Cass will always be a murderer. They are unable to fully extricate themselves from those roles, and thus will never approach life or death the same way.

[madisoncounty]

"and then you look at it, and it looks... otherworldly. this is denis. he just creates this shape. it's not perfect. it's timeless. it reminds me of... do you remember arrival? you know those big alien creatures? that's the shape." — rebecca ferguson in an interview with hollywood insider

[azuphere]

So after Phil lost the pet names section in the last video, Dan said pizzle as another nickname they use, which is cute by itself, but I was rewatching the shuffleboard video and at 10:00 Dan calls himself dizzle, which kinda makes me wonder if those are nicknames they actually use sort of like how we call them dip and pip😭🥹

ohhh you're so right!! good catch omg, this is so devastating 😭😭💔 it's the d-hizzle and p-lizzle -> dizzle and pizzle pipeline <3

[merverelli]

"you just feel yourself let go."

still thinking about this episode. man. 💪💥

[lorelune]

regency au jing yuan how you are haunting me.

(continued here!)

a retired general who at the ripe age of thirty five has never taken a wife. never showed any interest in procuring a spouse nor does he entertain any attempts by the mamas of the ton to throw their eligible children at him. he is a polite scoundrel, kind-hearted in a way that makes those with half a mind question how someone with his demeanor could ever be the famed general who's strategies downed Shuhu during the Abundance Upheaval. he doesn't seem to care for his legacy, as much as he has cultivated one. he doesn't mind gossip, but doesn't entertain it much either.

you only meet him due to fortunate circumstances.

lord Luocha, a successful travelling merchant, pledged patronage to you sometime ago. he keeps you in a little cottage on the grounds of his manor where you're allowed to mostly do as you please as long as there's a new painting hung on the lord's wall every few months or so. the lord likes when you play too. he brings back new instruments for you to try, though he never expects mastery. he has an air of mystery to him that, despite all of the time you spend near him, keeps you from understanding him fully. you aren't one to pry about it either.

lord luocha invites jing yuan over to partake in fancy spirits from a country and city you can't ever hope to visit, let alone find on a map. you bring lord luocha your newest work-- (a meticulously completed oil painting. something more abstract, suited to the odd lonely and isolation you feel in your little, cozy cottage, despite all of the comforts you are afforded)-- and happen upon the pair.

lord luocha examines your newest work with pride, and shortly after introduces you. 'his patron' he calls you, but offers jing yuan no title. you--

(do not have one. it was stripped from you a long time ago. you think being an artist suits you better, anyways.)

jing yuan offers you his name, though you already know it. you recognize him based on the prattling of the girls and boys at the market. they swoon over his stature, fawn over his good deeds, and make note of his identifiable red hair ribbon. he has the same soft, sun-colored eyes that you had heard the eligible young of the ton giggle about.

you bow to him politely.

you have no reason to linger, but luocha calls you to anyways. perhaps he is lonely. perhaps you want him to be lonely, so it gives you a reason to stick closer to his side in the rare moments he is home for more than a day or two. the proximity is shared with jing yuan, who regards you with keen eyes and a lazy smile. the attention upon you feels weighted, important, like you're something special.

you savor it, however fleeting.

perhaps, however, you misunderstood jing yuan. or lord luocha's intentions.

because as jing yuan rises to take his leave and you bow once more, he catches your hand, brings it to his lips, and presses a kiss into the soft skin. you're sure you smell of linseed and yarrow oil. he lingers there for a moment before meeting your gaze. there's a light of mischief in them that sends your heart fluttering. your breath catches.

when jing yuan is out of the manor, lord luocha pats your shoulder gently, "quite the man, isn't he?"

"i suppose... he is."

"you may speak freely."

"i am," you mince, and shake your head. you must be careful, entertaining such fanciful thoughts. "he is... kind."

"and handsome."

"lord luocha," you barely keep yourself from whining. "please, do not tease me. or the poor man. from what i hear, he has enough to deal with."

"the mamas do chase after him like foxes to a hen," lord luocha chuckles and studies your painting once more with a curious tilt of his head. "he'll ask to see you again, i'm certain."

"and why do you say that?"

"general jing yuan has never taken the hand of a potential suitor."

your heart feels heavy and warm in your chest, burning. "my lord, you cannot possibly think that this single action indicates that the general will... call upon me? that is highly unorthodox and i don't believe that's... quite allowed."

"jing yuan has never cared for the dances of decorum." lord luocha guides you into your gardens. the peonies are in bloom, full and lush in the humidity of late spring. "and, for the record, i don't believe he'll simply call upon you. court, properly, certainly."

"you're bluffing."

"what reason do i have to lie?"

"to tease me, as you so enjoy doing," you huff.

lord luocha simply hums and pauses near a bush of lilacs. they're fragrant, at the peak of their season. the scent rolls over you.

"if i truly intended to tease you, i simply would abstain from telling you of jing yuan's interest and allow you to be terribly surprised when he arrives and formally asks for you and your time. consider this a warning. i'll walk you to the modiste tomorrow, hm?"

you want to squawk at him. your linen dresses and tunics are fine (albeit smeared and stained with paints and oils over the years. you rarely bother replacing them.)

you want to protest and pry more, but lord luocha strikes you silent when he breaks off a cluster of lilac and tucks it behind your ear. he leaves you with your thoughts, however tortuous. and, perhaps horribly, you find yourself believing him. perhaps the warm-eyed general really was charmed. perhaps, your dresses needed replacing and you should contact your perfumer friend for a fresh vial or two.

perhaps perhaps perhaps, you can still feel where his lips lingered on your skin, like a brand. you never thought you could ache for burning, but in the gardens, you find yourself clutching your hand to your chest, craving the lick of the his sun's heat once more.

[clowndensation]

i do think it's interesting that connor seems to be closest with roman, of all the siblings, considering it's their abuse that's getting used as a blunt instrument against their father - and not by them, only by kendall or shiv when they want to point out logan's shortcomings.

connor was neglected, and all the siblings know that and won't hesitate to bring it up if it means humbling their dad, but they'll simultaneously go to connor's wedding rehearsal and spend the entire time talking about a deal that they only care about because it'll fuck over their father. they were going to kick him out of the bar just to talk about it, until roman forced the issue and addressed it at the table with him still there.

and roman getting hit comes up constantly, but only, again, to get one over on their dad. it's taking roman, who doesn't want to be part of this argument, and utilizing him as a weapon against a man he's terrified of.

kendall and shiv and their objectification of the trauma of the two characters most avoidant of fighting logan, under the guise of "defending" them, when really it's about their inability to recognize their own abuse, forcing them to co-opt roman and connor's at the expense of their feelings. roman and connor and the shared bond of siblings who are the "jokes" of the family, whose trauma gets used as a proxy for the "serious" siblings' own trauma.

[mind-travel-er]

Thus with a kiss I die.

[burquillos]

Another Place - Bastille

Some kudoichi longing + mandatory bkdk paralellisms:

[asklesbianonceler]

Showing baby to the supermarket camera

[hellinhawkins]

even when i was a mileven i had to admit that, yeah, mike and will’s relationship is completely different than everyone else’s. and they show this over and over. and so to me, the most significant byler evidence that we even have is that they do this. that they repeatedly single them out.

“oh no, mike and will are arguing again!” or “oh, look, mike and will are having yet another tender moment!” and it’s just- why them? why would you show them, over and over, even make one in love with the other- parallel their “different” dynamic to the other canon couples, just to make one say- “oh, actually, i’m not in love with you.”

because these scenes take a lot of time and work to film and set up- you don’t just do all that for fun unless you planned on doing something with it.

[hoss-bonaventure]

saw v to me is just a huge allegory for being gay idc. strahm at all times going insane over hoffman, obsessing over him at every waking hour, fucking talking to himself in empty rooms as if he was there with him, going to the places he might've killed at, literally abandoning all his rational judgement and thinking just for the possibility of getting his hands on him, his final words to hoffman being "i know who you are" while hoffman is in a literal glass coffin???

plus, the way hoffman as a character has to deal with his two worlds: working as a detective and being a jigsaw apprentice. him having to put on a mask of normalcy, only really being himself when he is working with john. him having this consistent and innate fear of being "caught". and the way he can't bring himself to look at strahm's death!! also, you cannot tell me hoffman’s dick didn’t immediately stand up when he saw that strahm managed to escape his trap. he wanted that cookie so effing bad.

[stewyhosseini-bf]

[novelconcepts]

The more the show progresses, the more I want to see the 90s cast infiltrating the modern timeline. We've gotten hints of it with Shauna and her younger self, her Jackie hauntings. We've gotten a little more with adult Lottie seeing teenage Nat (and Laura Lee), and with Natalie getting teenage Lottie in her final moments. I want more. I want the teen cast to be absolutely invasive on pivotal adult moments, infecting their adult counterparts when least expected. I want Taissa's argument with Van to dissolve into their teenage selves, their bond endless and timeless and inescapable. I want Misty absolutely wrecked by young Natalie lurking around corners, watching from mirrors. I want to see these women unable to navigate adulthood without the specters of their teenage selves cropping up absolutely everywhere, more and more as they let the memories in, as they stop being able to repress the trauma. They didn't grow up. They never could. You are always doomed to regress around your high school teammates. You are haunted by the phantom elements of your misspent youth. It is a comfort, and it is a gift, and it is a trial, and it is a curse. I would love to see that reflected with greater intensity, until the lines blur, until the timelines have no choice but to intersect. They haven't escaped themselves at all. They didn't grow up. They just got older.