#love letters in disguise

[lilmadorange]

Heartbreak Diary - 6

One of my happiest memories of us was when we went to Vancouver. It was the Memorial Day weekend in September and the weather was perfect, just like you. I wore a long yellow floral dress with white lace. The dress fit tightly to my body, just enough to showcase both my curves and elegance. The sun was warm and soft enough but you wouldn't need sunglasses and I wouldn't need a jacket. Just perfect. My makeup was simple, yet the foxy eyelash extension added a bit of flirtation to my overall good-girl vibe. I knew I looked the best I could ever look then, and you were also in love that weekend. It was also the beginning of fall. All the maple leaves from trees fell onto the wide Canadian city street. Some fell onto the windshield of your black M-4. You just cleaned your car. The clear blue sky painted itself on your car. It was the most noticeable thing on that street. People were looking from across the street and taking pictures. You also waved at them, asking if they wanted a picture with your car.

My friend told me this one time she went to get a car wash. There was this guy there who just finished cleaning his car. The whole time she was there getting a detailed interior clean of her car, he was intently taking pictures of his car from every angle. "How fun!" She said. And the same obsession was with you that day. Bending down from a lower angle, you stood in the middle of the Canadian, wide, and empty street to take pictures of your car for at least fifteen minutes. I stood further on the street, taking pictures of you, thinking how hilarious and adorable you were with your obsession.

I live to love.

I loved that weekend with you before our big fights, before I cried the whole way home for two hours after we crossed the US border.

I just loved being with you, and I love you.

Life is a miracle because sometimes it lets me meet you and create joyful memories. It also sucks that we went our separate ways, and I might spend longer than the memories to miss and grieve us.

I only live through hoping. Hoping and believing that I do not need to sigh, or hung up on you. The best is yet to come.

[theonekierce]

But my companion tilted his hat to the back of his head, at the same time putting his face close to mine, and compelling my scrutiny. And my answer, as you have already guessed, was the face of Raffles himself, superbly disguised (but less superbly than his voice), and yet so thinly that I should have known him in a trice had I not been too miserable in the beginning to give him a second glance. -An Old Flame

[gilgamushroom]

HE CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS!!!

[onceinawhilemoon]

i just want to say.. i love LOVE the idea of giving mycroft a pet. especially this mycroft. it's not unusual for someone who was parentified to derive their self-worth from their role as a caretaker. it becomes their core identity that gives them purpose and validation. and taking care of sherlock was a big part of mycroft's identity. but now that sherlock is an adult and so fiercely independent and blocking mycroft’s attempts to fulfill what he basically considers his number one duty, i imagine that would leave a void. and owning a pet is perfect because, at least partially, he can fill that void and fulfill the caretaker role that was instilled in him when he was so young. it's especially perfect for him since he repeatedly fails his verbal communication classes and seems even more anti-social than sherlock, because unlike a human there's no room for misunderstanding and miscommunication with a dog. he doesn't have to explain himself and his actions. they will always understand and appreciate and reward his acts of service. they can sense and respond to his emotions without having to articulate them which is ideal for him as a chronic sufferer of emotional constipation. not to mention offering him stability (something mycroft clearly values a lot, and can you blame him with the messed up chaos that is his life) because dogs thrive on routine, and also just plain old comfort and companionship because god knows he needs it. he took care of his family for so long and he's still trying to take care of his brother despite how much sherlock wants him out of his life. it's only fair that he at least gets to have a faithful doggo companion that takes care of him for a change.

[enbeemagical]

I really love The Magic Thief because Conn is such an enticing protagonist (all sassy and snarky but 90% of it is his internal narration, not spoken aloud, he observes so much, and he's clever!) and also because Nevery, despite his seeming aloofness and the *gestures* crotchety old wizard vibes of him, he's JUST as chaotic as Conn

[decrepit-in-the-dark]

I did not forget Dave Strider's birthday at all so here's a masterpiece I've been working on in his honor (lying).

Image description under cut!

IMAGE DESCRIPTION START. A blank background, where Dave Strider from webcomic Homestuck stands alone, stone-faced and monotone. He is a preteen boy with white hair, white skin, and is wearing a white and red t-shirt with a red-labelled vinyl record, black pants, a pair of all-black aviator glasses situated over his eyes, and a multi-colored spotted party hat on his head. He is saying "penis", encased in a speech bubble. The artist's water mark is "Beast" with a heart symbol and their @ decrepit_in_the_dark. IMAGE DESCRIPTION END.

[choccy-zefirka]

Lil paintover for Laulu, whom I envision as a tad softer than the rough and muscular Cinder (halfling dad's genes yay).

[wandered-rose]

ೀ 🧐🧐🧐

[mr-snailman]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Cabin in the Woods (2011) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Steve Hadley / the Merman Additional Tags: Yeah you read that right, Humor, Second Chances, unrealistic underwater action scenes, no not that kind of action, Rating May Change, no beta we die like five(ish) coeds annually, this is intended as an affectionate parody of the romcom, starring the junior ritual tech and the eight-foot-tall amphibian, ft. sitterson fornicus and a new group of doomed college students

Summary:

The thing about working for an Organization dedicated to preventing the apocalypse is that it tends to give you an uncommon perspective on what actually constitutes the End of the World.

And the thing about love is that sometimes it slips out the back door of the house you've been living in for eleven years while the sheets are still warm.

But the thing about life is that you can always count on it to surprise you, and second chances can be found in the most unexpected places.

Or: Hadley meets the Merman, and it goes considerably better than you might expect.

[junho-writing]

Love letter for you! Open mail, @a-very-tired-raven ?

My oldest friend here, the first i made when i joined tumblr, we became friends over some simple requests!

Honestly, i am quite happy that you didn't know how to make anon asks that time, because i most surely would send them in anon, maybe we would never have truly meet?

I love you! 💛~

But this letter isn't about possibilities, it's about what things are, and you, Raven, are my best friend.

And how could i forget your talent! You're a amazing writer and artist, even making me some art of some characters, and i like each piece you make ^^.

[diantha]

tell us about your ocs but especially the drow (<- is a whore for drow)

OF COURSE.

Okay so my drow is Aunkiira Naerth. Seldarine drow, circle of Spore druid, Galemance. She focuses a lot on acid and necrotic magic.

She was born in Menzoberranzan and raised within the cult of Lolth. From a young age, she had immense power and connection to the magic of the Underdark, but she was never a really an...enthusiastic follower of Lolth.

Because of her power and potential, she was trained by a high-ranking member of the cult, a paladin named Talfryn. Talfryn was smart and funny and ambitious and everything Aunkiira wasn't, but for some reason despite Talfryn's devotion to Lolth, the goddess always cared more about Aunkiira than her mentor.

Aunkiira loves Talfryn a lot and is very put off by Lolth's behavior and eventually concocts this plan for the two of them to leave the Underdark together. Talfryn is reluctant at first, but Aunkiira finally convinces her. The night they leave, they're ambushed by Lolthian soldiers, as Talfryn actually betrays Aunkiira in order to gain approval from the goddess ("The first time Lolth actually spoke to Talfryn, after years and years of devotion from her, was to tell her to betray me.")

Aunkiira decides to escape anyway, turns back for one second to look at Talfryn one last time, and gets her eye shot out.

Aunkiira escapes and finds a nice cozy cottage in a swamp in the north of Faerûn, nearby to a big city (I want to say Neverwinter but I don't know enough about DND to pick a geographical location yet). She spends the rest of her days selling potions and spells and whatever to the nobles and whoever else wants to buy them. She basically becomes the witch who lives in the swamp.

Aunkiira is also the oldest of my ocs-- shes about 350.

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Amara Aurensgood is my high half-elf warlock, Astarionmance. She focuses primarily on fire-based magic.

She is the daughter of a Baldurian count who marries her off at a young age to a rich magistrate named Nathaniel Aurensgood. Nathaniel is a terrible man and a terrible husband-- so bad that Amara eventually conspires to make a pact with a demon to get out of it. She tries to summon some low-level cambion and summons the archdevil Azazel instead. Azazel gives her the power to talk her way out of any situation and fight her way out of any situation she can't talk her way out of.

So she ends up leaving Baldur's Gate and finding some little town and living there for the rest of her life. Until the game happens.

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Mariel is my tiefling. Cleric of Tyr, Light Domain. Wyllmance.

She was an orphan who was approached by a vision of Tyr when she was very young. "Tyr" encouraged her to test the will and might of heroes, by basically manipulating them into doing bad things-- pushing them to their limits and seeing what sort of terrible deeds they would do if only given the right encouragement. This way, she'd be weeding out the "true" heroes from the pretenders.

This isn't Tyr, of course. But the god Cyric in disguise.

I haven't actually played her yet so that's all I have.

[selfspinninglies]

Some au not so fun facts because I haven't done this in a while (some aren't too bad but still)

-yetd donnie has good and bad days . Good days are when the kraang don't really talk to them or influence their thought processes. On days like these, it's pretty easy to forget that anything is even wrong (until they look in the mirror, obviously)

Bad days are when the kraang talk to them a lot or try to influence or coerce them into doing things. On days like these, they have really bad panic attacks and lock themself in their lab because they're scared of what they might do if they don't. They hope to death that nothing is planned on days like these. Their siblings have asked why they do this and been at their door, asking and begging for them to come out, but they don't usually answer.

-lftpd D was dissasociating most of the time when they were in the prison dimension. They don't remember most of their time there because of that (which is honestly for the best, but they would prefer to know)

-there are also a lot of memory gaps in general for them. They forget basically everything about their home/family, etc. The notebook does help a decent amount since it has information, drawings, and certain events that have happened, but at one point, they stopped writing in it and got paranoid about all of it being wrong.

-csm donnie is on edge a decent amount of time when the devil hunters find out about xem (there's a period where nobody knows about xem) since its whereabouts could be found out pretty easily if he isn't careful, although they're pretty hard to kill since if there's any electronic device around he could just- go into it, which helps with this

-osnw donnie isn't aware that their siblings even exist. They always just assumed that they were the only one left of their family or something like that, so when they encounter Leo (he's the one they meet first, since he's Hornet, so) they don't believe him when he tells them that they're siblings and an argument breaks out. Then donnie makes him prove it by challenging him to a battle (not to the death or anything like that fhsk) because according to them, "if we're really family then we'll fight like eachother." They believe Mikey a little easier than they did Leo since this is the second time now, and Leo told them there are others, although they still don't fully believe that.

-yetd donnie has burn scars from trying to use their ninpo to get rid of kraang infection so many times. Sometimes, they'll try over and over in a day out of desperation, and their muscles get weak from the damage, although they recover pretty quickly.

That's all I have for now but I'll probably think of more later <3

[i-dont-know-how-this-site-works]

Ngl, I got a little bit emotional when Barbie told the old woman that she was beautiful.

I know for a fact that my late grandma would have fucking LOVED this movie, and while I didn't play with Barbies as a kid, I got a lot of ideas on womanhood and feminism from my grandma.

I didn't need a doll to tell me I could become anyone I want, my gma did.

I used to watch and read a lot about nature, space, engineering, sciences as a kid and later retell everything I learned to my grandma, who was just as excited to hear about it all as I was to tell her about it all. And when her older friends told her her granddaughter would make a great mom or a model in the future, she would tell them no, she is going to be a scientist.

As I was growing up, she told me that becoming a wife and mother is not be-all, end-all in life for a woman and in fact, she wanted to become neither, but it was the 50s, so she had to, but the times were now different and she knew I could follow a different path.

And while she wasn't familiar with barbie dolls (spent half her life living in the commie bloc, the second half being too old to give a shit about western popculture), the "your gender or romantic partner doesn't define who you are, it's you who defines who you are" message is very much something she taught me and I am grateful for that.

[mihotose]

[delusions of grandeur] i could fix these subtitles <- doesnt know swedish

[sincerely-glowing-stars]

i said no,

but anytime i try to think of someone else,

i feel guilty.

so i have to remind myself about why i said no,

i said no because there is something we disagree on.

something that doesn't really affect us as friends,

but something i don't want in a romantic relationship.

you'd say you might consider the change,

but it feels wrong to do it just for me.

i said no because i like to think long term,

and in the long run,

what would we do when our parents are involved?

i don't think my parents like you,

and i don't think our parents would get along.

i said no because i admit it,

i have liked you,

but i don't think the feelings were ever strong enough.

it's just one date they say,

but it feels unfair if i'm not expecting for more.

i don't know what to do but to take one step a day,

to tell myself that this is for the best,

and that there have been so many things that i wanted,

but regretted once i received them.

you're also trying to not worry about it right now,

so why should i be holding on

when i'm the one that made the final decision.

i'll take one step a day,

reminding myself that i don't have to lament,

nor worry you'd be the last.

remind myself that my happiness shouldn't solely come from you,

and that i should find comfort at where i'm at now.

[idiopathicsmile]

you know what really grinds my gears?

okay, bear with me: so as you may know, harry houdini and arthur conan doyle were friends, at least for a while.

by the early 1920s, both arthur conan doyle and acd's wife jean, aka lady doyle, believed whole-heartedly in spiritualism, talking to ghosts and all of that. (sidenote: this was of course right on the heels of a devastating world war and a devastating pandemic, both of which had created a huge population of grieving people, so spiritualism was having a moment.)

lady doyle sincerely thought she had the ability to go into a trance state and pass along messages in writing from the dead. she offered to do this for houdini. houdini agreed.

lady doyle attempted to channel houdini's late mother. she basically drew a cross at the top of the paper and filled it with generic platitudes addressed to "harry." houdini's mom was jewish and didn't talk like that, so houdini knew the jig was up, even if lady doyle didn't. but not wanting to make the situation awkward, he kind of went along with it to their faces.

then acd decided to publish a glowing account of the seance, and since both he and houdini were super famous, it got a lot of attention, and letters started pouring in for houdini, asking if this was true. ultimately, houdini couldn't lie about it. so he essentially said, like, "yeah, i think lady doyle THINKS she can talk to ghosts but she absolutely can't." and it ruined his friendship with acd forever.

and then of course a lot of the people running seances weren't even well-intentioned like lady doyle, they were just simple charlatans taking advantage of traumatized people mourning loved ones. in houdini's youth, he and his wife had traveled the carnival circuit where he did an act pretending to commune with spirits, so he knew all the tricks of the trade AND he had lingering guilt over having done this, AND he was infuriated by this increasingly popular wave of con artists so he decided to assemble a team of anti-grifting grifters and together they went on the road exposing whichever spiritualists were preying on the locals.

houdini's best agent was a young woman named rose mackenberg, who donned disguises to visit the fraud de jour and then importantly sussed out what non-supernatural thing was actually happening, and then houdini would demonstrate the techniques onstage to packed audiences.

(if you want to know more, check out episode 175, "ghost racket crusade" of the podcast Criminal or read Tony Wolf's book The Real-Life Ghostbusting Adventures of Rose Mackenberg.)

but yeah, what really gets my goat is that all this happened and as far as i know, we still don't have like four seasons of a Leverage-style historical procedural about rose mackenberg and the rest of the crew having adventures in the 1920s as they unmask craven hucksters all over the united states. (what we do have, apparently, is one season of a show called "houdini and doyle" which is about the oddball friendship of two contrasting men solving sometimes-actually-supernatural mysteries, and whose premise does i think at the very least a real disservice to houdini's whole quest and also totally erases rose, who is arguably the most interesting part of this story to me.)

i am just steamed about this. steamed.