#now I’m gETTING LETTERS

[chromosoid]

FedEx can lick my hemorrhoid

[un-pearable]

in which zane did not know before he died

remembered this very old au concept i’ve had since i was tiny watching ninjago for the first time… it completely unravels everything i enjoy about zane in the early seasons and i refuse to think of the necessary rewrites atm but i needed to make at least this one scene exist. can an au be naught but a single panel that makes me Sad?

[eviesqueezie]

pony turns the corner, making immediate eye contact with darry who’s sat on the couch with his head in his hands.

when he hears pony he stands up, wiping his hands on his jeans.

“pone, sit down.” this was weird. darry- darry wasn’t supposed to be home for ages. pony had just got back from track- so it should have been hours until he eventually got home. and he was biting his lip, eyes a little bleary- those uncommon but obvious telltale signs that something was wrong.

he complies, sliding onto the couch where darry was just sat. darry sits down opposite, on the old recliner were their pa would sit every night.

it was a weird sight.

“dar? whats-“ he starts, leaning forward slightly.

darry interjects, running a hand through his hair in a nervous tic he’d picked up from their father years and years ago.

“pony..” his voice trails off as he takes a deep breath, preparing for the correctly estimated onslaught of outrage and hurt that would be reciprocated from the message. “pone, baby-“

ponyboy’s breath picks up, bordering on hyperventilation.

“curly, he-“ the words hit like a punch to pony’s gut, a confused glance being thrown at darry with eyebrows furrowed and nostrils flared.

“he in the cooler? reformatory?”

darry gulps.

“no, no honey. curly- he died. i’m so sorry, pony.”

if the past words were a punch to the gut, these were a stab to the heart. a switchblade tearing across his valves and veins. drawing blood and smearing it across the walls.

darry grabs the stack of letters that’s sat on the coffee table, pony’s name written in scrawled handwriting on the front of each. he passes them to pony, sighing.

“tim- tim found these, in curly’s room.”

pony’s breath hitches, and he throws the letters at the wall.

“he’s not- he’s not dead, dar! don’t- don’t lie, please don’t fucking lie to me right now-“

darry shakes his head, moving to sit next to him.

“he’s gone, pony. please don’t do this to yourself-“

“how?”

darry tilts his head, confusion etched across his face. hidden in his frown lines, marked in his eyebrows and scribbled into the bruise on his chin. pony should probably ask him about that, shouldn’t he?

pony continues, glaring straight ahead.

“how did he- yknow.”

darry runs a hand down his face.

“stabbed, with a switchblade. tim thinks he was on tiber territory-“

“oh god.” pony murmurs. “oh god, dar.”

“i know, i know baby.” he wraps his arms around pony in an attempt to of comfort.

ponyboy begins to sob, looking everywhere but the crumpled letters on the floor, everywhere except darry’s teary eyed face. his hands were warm as he held him, pony’s were probably the opposite. cold and clammy, unfortunate and lost.

“i killed him, didn’t i?” pony cries out, hands gripping the back of darry’s work shirt.

darry pulls him in tighter.

“no, no. pony you didn’t do-“

“i’m cursed dar, look at me. everyone- everyone just. dies”

darry can’t think of good enough response, so he lets the silence fill the room up with thick smoke that curls around their bodies, intertwined in the hope that it will help him squeeze pony a little tighter.

[cologona]

Batman: The Knight is good but in my heart I know that Bruce Wayne was all of about 14 years old when he went off on his world training adventure.

Because if Bruce was running around chasing dangerous and morally dubious people before his voice even dropped, begging them to teach him, it makes a lot more sense why he’d see a grieving, angry little Dick Grayson years later and think yes, the ethical and normal thing to do here is to teach the boy to fight myself and give him his own costume.

[emry-stars-art]

↖️ Andrew needs some way to make the spurned and eavesdropping nearby noble even more angry, and if he can do it by being sweet with his guard/consort? What a shame 👀

So Abram returns the favor in a slightly different manner ↘️

Find the royal au masterpost here 💕

[shit-sorry-fuck-mybad]

Ford: I’m gay

Stan: that’s cool, as long as you’re not dating a murderous interdimentional triangle demon haha!

Ford :

Stan:… as long as you’re not dating a murderous interdimensional triangle demon, Ford

Ford:

Stan: STANFORD AS LONG AS YOU’RE NOT DATING A MURDEROUS INTERDIMENSIONAL TRIANGLE DEMON—

[st-hedge]

I’d like to illustrate playing nier replicant for the first time and replaying it after having seen every ending. I *will* rip all my hair out connecting the dots

[anza-redstar]

“The man is a public danger. There are lonely houses scattered over the moor, and he is a fellow who would stick at nothing.”

[…]

“I assure you, Sir Henry, that in a very few days the necessary arrangements will have been made and he will be on his way to South America.”

Reading it as a kid, I don’t think I gave it a second thought, but, uh… this seems kind of rough on South America.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Randomly thinking about “tolerate it” (narrator voice: it was not random) and how under the cloak of fiction it is ostensibly inspired by works like “Rebecca” (which Taylor said she read during the 2020 lockdowns I believe?), with the line of “you’re so much older and wiser” indicating that the speaker is significantly younger and inexperienced compared to the person she’s speaking to and a pretty direct reference to the plot of the book.

But I saw something somewhere once that stuck with me about how it might not be referring to relative age between the characters but chronological age as in the passage of time in a relationship. And that made me think about how in a contemporary context, it might not necessarily be referencing an actual age gap between the two characters, but rather a sarcastic or cynical response to the man’s claims that he has matured (“you’re so much older and wiser [than you were before/than you were when we met/etc.]”), which then made me think about that line in relation to the woman. And that it could be taken like, “you act like you’ve matured so much in our time together and like you know everything, while I’m supposedly still stuck as the girl I was when we first met.”

Which then made me think of the “right where you left me” of it all and did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen time went on for everyone else she won’t know it and the bit in Miss Americana where she talks about how celebrities get frozen at the age at which they got famous, and how she’s had to play catch up in a lot of ways not just in her emotional growth but kind of in general. (Which also made me wonder if she’s ever been called out for immaturity/lack of curiosity/lack of education about things in her life…)

Which then made me think about the rest of the song, and @taylortruther’s posts yesterday about “seven” and “Daylight” and the way Taylor idealizes her youth yet contrasts it with an almost sinister reality in its wake, and the line, “I sit by the door like I’m just a kid,” because the discussion raised that her relationship let her recapture some of the childlike joy and wonder she’d lost. So this line is a double-edged sword: the speaker sits by the door with childlike hope that the person will come home and cherish her, but on the darker side, feels like the child dealing with the monsters she doesn’t have names for yet and the feelings of isolation she felt as she aged.

I’m not saying the song is necessarily autobiographical; like most of the songs on folkmore, it’s clearly a fictionalized story based on media she’d consumed and created, but we know a lot of the fictional songs were infused with her own feelings and experiences and… This idea swirling in my head picked up steam and now I kind of can’t stop thinking about it. Sorry but I’m a little obsessed now.

Like maybe it might start to shed light on why she identified so strongly with the novel in the first place…

[duine-aiteach]

I don’t know, maybe it’s because I’m Irish and used to seeing all sorts of haha jokes about how weird our names are etc but yet I’m always surprised how surprised people are when I say that I find Welsh a pretty easy language to get the gist of. It makes sense! Welsh is something I know very little of but yet I find it easy enough to parse out the pronunciation of. I don’t always know what things mean but I’m not usually that far off in how they should be said.

[atopvisenyashill]

i want to be upfront and say i’m pretty sure the black mold in my bathroom is affecting my brain by this point so if i start going really off the rails pls remind me about the mold and that i should send a certified letter to my landlord saving that he needs to post me up in a hotel also don’t take a single thing i say until my bathroom is fixed seriously thanks

[drugsforaddicts]

I’m FREEEEE!!! 🥳🎉🎊🍾🥂

This past year was full of drama, shitty courses and teachers, I was ready to quit a 1000 times and I probably shouldn’t celebrate too much because year 3 will probably end me for good but agshsjdk 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

I got an internship from my uni so that shit is sorted AND I can do the innovation project alone 😮‍💨💛💛💛

RÄÄÄÄÄÄH FREEEDOOOMMM 🦅🦅🦅🦅

[megamindsupremacy]

Ganymede tells Percy he has to go on a fetch quest before Ganymede will write him a letter of recommendation for New Rome University and with a cartoon sound effect Percy turns into a 2d version of himself whose head turns red and starts swelling and when it pops instead of a steam sound effect it’s just Walker Scobell screaming as loud as he can into a mic for ten seconds straight

[sadgirlautumn]

My brain just loops random bits and pieces of the great impersonator 24/7

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[lavendernlilac]

Skizz buying them as a package deal from a fans Etsy account(cause I’m sure Griandes fans are shipping her and hotguy) as a little April fools gift, unknowingly giving them some..interesting new supplies/ideas for the bedroom. Him placing the hotguy one in Grians dressing room and the Griande one wherever Scar prefers to keep watch from. Skizz gets a good laugh at both of their reactions, Scars face flushing but a good attempt at keeping his composure while Grian just gives a light glare and chuckle.

They totally don’t both order certain sex toys after taking these home, definitely not. I’m sure there’s no fleshlight or silicone toy in discreet boxes going to certain apartments🤫

-bodypillow anon

oh my god it’s 100% an april fool’s gift. skizz wasn’t even actively looking for it, just happen across them and well….

their reactions are priceless—scar walks into their office to the pillow and his eyes go like. Comically wide, cheeks going red before he’s coughing and trying to play it cool. grian, however, is looking at skizz with a glare and she’s visibly flustered

skizz definitely (unknowingly) starts something though… those two definitely don’t order anything, nuh uh. definitely don’t use these “hypothetical toys” when they need relief

actually, I’ve been meaning to talk about this but. there’s probably a few times where grian has to leave for (insert music industry reason here) and scar can’t go with because he needs to stay in the city for hotguy. so now they’re apart and well. those indiscreet boxes sure are gonna come in handy when they’re missing each other

(phone sex is definitely smth they’ve done before—grian doesn’t bring the hotguy pillow because. well. yeah, but scar still has the griande one. and it’s so easy to hear grian’s voice and close his eyes, imagining her….)