#it was so. ugh.

[trevination]

man im missing hadestown now :(

like. it ends the same way. but what if it's different this time. what if he doesn't turn around, what if he makes it out, what if hades is kinder, what if orpheus sees the storm earlier, what if eurydice didn't have to go.

idk this is a specific experience with my show but. in my school's hadestown, we installed a trapdoor into the front+center of the stage. at the end of doubt comes in, as eurydice sings 'orpheus you are not alone...' the side door of the stage opens, bathing orpheus and eurdyice is this blinding white light. they're so close!! they're there! they're walking towards the exit!!! but eurdyice stops in the center of the stage, basking in this light, this feeling, this love, and without her footsteps... orphues panics. he's so close. he turns around

its dead silent. that light is still there, bathing them. they were so close. they stare at each other, so much love and relief and fear and terror and realization and grief and love. "its you" orpheus murmurs in awe, relief, love. "its me" eurydice gasps in shock, horror, love, knowing.

"orpheus" eurydice calls out, only to clamp her hands over her mouth as she sobs. she knows. but in this final moment, all she shes is the love in his eyes and can she even blame him? she cant

"eurdyice" orpheus sings out, a delicate smile on his face, falling at her tears, he's stumbling towards her, holding out his lantern to see her through the darkness.

he's so close. he's right there. two more steps he could reach her. five more steps, he could pull her into his arms. even now you think 'he can save her. he'll pull her into his arms and they'll make it to the door and they'll go home'

but she's gone. the trap door falls beneath her feet and dark red light glow from below and she falls, back down into hadestown, and orpheus crumbles to the ground, guitar and later hitting the cold ground as he gasps, begging, cries, collapses in on himself. the cold, blinding light still bathes him. he was so close.

the light disappears as the door closes, orpheus's sobs shudder into sniffles and he lays on the ground, before the trap door, stage lights go up.

"alright," hermes says, standing far far upstage, on the stairs, watching this whole story play out again, as she's seen time and time before. and she's gonna sing it again. because maybe this time...

[sailermoon]

i stay up late to be happy for a few more hours

[aniisol]

Grian three-ish years ago: hey Ren meet my friend Martyn. he plays fortnite

Ren a couple days ago: Martyn, I cannot bear to think of a universe where our souls are not tied. We're the earth and the moon, pulled into continual and unceasing orbit to one another. In your absence I become a lesser man. I will destroy the fabric of the world to bring you along with me, ignore the rules of the game. You will carry my banner, I will carry your soul.

Grian a couple days ago: hey what the hell

[feefal]

Can someone tell me if this looks cool or if it’s a sinkhole that I’ve already wasted too many hours on..? It’s supposed to represent rot consuming fresh greens. Compost lesbians, if you will.

[happyheidi]

𝗑, 𝗑, 𝗑, 𝗑

[joemama-2]

gojo is met with a small slap to his face. one that wakes him up from his stupor, head swiveling around with barely open eyes. his first instinct is to grab for you, but the only thing he feels is a tiny, plump stomach.

when he opens his eyes wider, his infant daughter is laid next to him, sucking on her favorite binkie. her tiny hand is raised in the air.

you’re laying on the other side of her, passed out and face barely visible from beneath the pillow. he sighs and turns his body towards his daughter. “why are you hitting daddy, hm?” he asks, voice groggy and quiet so he won’t wake you. he knows how you are when you get woken up. “am i snoring again?”

his daughter simply blinks.

he can’t help but smile, pulling her close and laying her on his chest. “fine, fine. i’ll be quiet. it’s too late for you though, little munchkin. go to sleep so daddy can put you to bed.”

his daughter nuzzles her small face into his neck, causing her father to sigh wistfully. he feels himself going back to dreamland, face relaxing.

not even two minutes later, he’s snoring like a hog.

he’s awoken by another smack, harder this time.

[gongyussy]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[archibaldtuttle]

[ashcremated]

reposting old art saga continues: something something no war au?? politically relevant lifechanging field trip?? that inevitably turned in my Let Yue Say Fuck agenda

[jennrypan]

Dick: You use to be so cute and tiny..

Jason: And you use to be cool. We both changed.

Dick: Wha-?! I'm still cool!!

Jason: Okay, 'officer Grayson'. Cops aren't cool.

Dick: THAT WAS A LONG TIME AGO

Jason: STILL FRESH IN MY MIND, PIG!

Dick: LET IT GO!

Jason: NO. YOU WERE THE ONE WHO SAID FUCK THE POLICE! THOSE WERE WORDS I LIVED BY!

Dick: OH MY GOD. YOURE THE ONLY ONE THAT STILL REMEMBERS THAT!

Tim, walking into the living room: I remember it.

Duke, from another room: I heard about it! You've lost 1000 aura man!

Cassandra, poking her head in: I've also heard about it.

Dick: EVERYONE SHUT UP.

Jason: Just like a cop to order people around like that, shameless.

Dick, groans: Fuuuuck-!

Dick: All of you are going to make me age like milk!

Damian, popping up behind him: Is it wrong to say it's too late for that?

Dick, practically shaking: Damian..I swear to God.

[claypigeonpottery]

sold

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

little bee and ratchet from 10 years ago,...

[egophiliac]

GET LOVED, IDIOT

GET LOVED SO HARD YOUR KIDS HOLD HANDS AND POWER-OF-LOVE YOU BACK TO LIFE

sorry guys, this is just my brain now. this is going to be the only thing I think about for the next week at least.

oh and also this

FIVE YEARS IN AND IT'S FINALLY CANON 🎉🎉🎉

WE DID IT

[suntails]

love will truly live

[snarkspawn]

based ofc on this

[emmyrosee]

“Get ready with me to breakup with my fiancé-“

“BUUUUUULLSHIT YOU ARE!”

Immediately, as soon as your first words are uttered over the recording video, Rintaro’s booms down the hallway. You laugh and smack your hand on the counter, trying to keep it as quiet as you can as you hear him continue to yell.

“THE FUCK YOU THINK THIS IS? WE’RE LOCKED IN, WHAT THE FUCK!” Socked feet barrel down the hall and you’re quick to hide the camera behind a bottle of mouthwash. His body quickly comes into the frame, chest puffed out and hands on his hips. “You got something you want to tell me?”

You pull your lips down in thought before shaking your head, “no. I don’t think so. I didn’t even know you were home.”

“Oh!” He says dramatically, clapping his hands together. “So you’re just always talking about dumping me to your little Internet friends?”

“Only in my fantasies,” you hum, tossing your arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his cheek. He pouts, and you giggle and kiss him again, “but if I ever do decide to dump you, I promise you’ll be the first to know.”

This, has him blinking unamused at you. Then, his hands leap up to grab your cheeks, and he pulls you in for a loud, wet kiss, his lips pressing kisses over your laughing mouth, teeth, and lips. “Listen to me.”

“Rinnie!”

“No. Shush. Listen to me.” He pulls back and rests his head against yours, hands still squishing your cheeks. “I have shit out an engagement ring for you. I have your name tattooed on me. I got clawed to death by your rat fuck cat, and I have a shirt with your face on it that I wear when I go out. We’ve shared a toothbrush, you pinch my nipple when I’m showering, you text me and ask me if I’ve pooped, and I know damn well you take ugly pictures of me when I’m sleeping.”

“Your point?”

His nostrils flare, “you so much as THINK this relationship is ending, I’m going to tattle on you.”

“Oh, please-“

“To Komori.”

This, has you paling, and you nod softly and gently grab his shoulders, “no, okay, you’re right, you’re right baby, I’m sorry.” He nods as you press a kiss to his lips, “but in all seriousness-“

“Oh, I’m serious, too.”

You snicker, “in my seriousness, I’m never going to leave you.” You flash your engagement ring to the camera and purse your lips out, and he smiles down at you. “who else is going to poop out a ring, then lie to the salesman about why we’re returning it, and get me a new one, hmm?”

“Thankfully, I’m the only one who will.” He kisses your forehead, then looks at you with sad eyes. “We’re locked in?”

“Yeah baby,” you giggle, kissing his nose. “We’re locked in.”