#it's a weird day

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

I have hope that mayhaps I have beaten The Germs

[motownfiction]

phantom crosses

big cw: discussions of religious trauma, christianity, catholicism

For a little while after graduating from St. Catherine’s, Sadie sees phantom crosses every time she closes her eyes.

She doesn’t even know what it is. When she was in school, forced to attend weekday Mass, she didn’t think she had Catholic guilt. She thought she was above it all. Too smart with a wide-open mind, she thought. No matter how many priests and theology teachers used their Bibles to preach Reaganism, Sadie thought she was above it all. That she could see right through it. Like she knew how to be kind without it. How to be good.

But now there are crosses in her nightmares.

When she looks back on it, she thinks it really started in June, after the first time she spent the night with Daniel. It was a wonderful night, warm in between his arms, moonlight streaming through his window. Not a romance novel (and thank goodness for it), but better than she could have hoped for. Enough to make her wonder why she’d been putting it off for so long.

That night, she dreamt of phantom white crosses, sunken into the front lawn of the high school at St. Catherine’s – the place that just set Sadie Doyle free.

She snorts. Set her free. You try finding liberation in a place where you’re told you’re an underling, you’ll always be an underling, get in the kitchen, honey, it’s God’s will. She thought she knew better. She thought she knew they were wrong. Set her free. They might have given her a diploma and told her to turn her tassel, but they didn’t set her free. They trapped her.

They trapped her so well, she didn’t even notice.

She’s supposed to move on. Go to college, learn new things, grow up. She wants to move on. Everyday she wants to be a little bit better than she was yesterday, a little kinder, a little more open in mind and open in arms. And she’s going to fight like hell. Fight like hell to be kind to herself, to be patient while she learns and grows. Fight like hell to resist the urge to make the Sign of the Cross before digging into a peanut butter sandwich. Fight like hell to stop seeing these phantom crosses.

But they trapped her so well, she didn’t even notice. They built walls around her, and it’s like she felt nothing. She didn’t feel anything.

What if she can’t find the key? What if she can’t get out? What if she can’t fight like hell?

She gets a look at herself in the reflection of her spoon in the Corn Pops. Somehow, she allows herself to smile. She’ll find the key. Of course she’ll find the key.

She’s Sadie, and Sadie finds a way.

(part of @nosebleedclub october challenge -- day xxiv! behind again, but today was ... weird, to say the least.)

[chaotictarlos]

i accidentally took a nap but I feel better. now I have to convince myself to get out of bed and make dinner.

[acorviart]

not to sound like a boomer, but I need some people to learn how to write emails in a semi-professional (at the very least) format so you're not cold emailing a business/potential employer/any other stranger about formal matters in the exact same way you'd DM a close friend on instagram

the formality/language can loosen up in the email chain once you've established a rapport and you match the other person if they're being less formal, but please don't have the very first email you send a stranger be written in all lowercase ultra-casual sms slang with no greeting or signature and a billion emojis

[proselles]

alex hirsch was really just so pissed that no one saw his epic old man yaoi that he went and wrote a whole new book and made a whole website specifically to show meticulous evidence that this weird old man fucked a triangle.

he really said what were ford and bill really doing in that pocket dimension they shared, hm? did you ever think of that? oh - you think it was just chess? hm. interesting. i dont.

the ultimate rare pair shipper. i have never seen a creator do this before. absolutely fascinating at every angle.

[mutimatuti]

[sporesgalaxy]

i shouldnt be at the club i should be at a monastery. illuminating texts and shit

[allwillbecomeclear]

Hey! Remember in A New Hope when -

*gets shot by Walt Disney*

[wolfythewitch]

Sketch

[julesarago]

Happy Batman Day to all who celebrate this little bitch of a man. 🙏

Sketched this on a friend’s iPad like a year ago when I was reading Batman: The Cult and…never posted it.

[filmnoirsbian]

I find your lack of whimsy disturbing

[hilacopter]

[spielzeugkaiser]

Being on the nostalgia train this week really helped stretching my artistic legs again. So here, have some old things and some new! For now I'm done with this.

[eldritchblaaaast]

don't be weird guys

[jak--ash]

Its me and my Large tropicana pink lemonade against the world

[beybuniki]

they should go on a fishing trip pt.1