#rest in peace larry

[knittingwithhighlighters]

NOT ANYMORE IT ISN'T

[grabowskibeepboop]

Let's have a moment of silence in memory of the Twitter bird. Rest in peace Larry!

[beacarrot]

Yes, I think I'm doing it again. One day without you turned into a week, and soon it will become a month, but I refuse to let it stretch to a year, ten years… This text is another open letter to share my experience, especially the grief of losing Liam Payne.

I've been a One Direction fan since I was 14. I discovered the band because of Liam, who, back in his “fetus era,” looked like an Australian actor I had a crush on. One day, while browsing the internet, I came across the name “One Direction.” Honestly, I didn’t feel anything phenomenal in that moment; I had no idea how much that name would change my life and my youth as a whole. I didn’t imagine the hours of research, the nearly one hundred songs memorized, the posters, the fan theories I still hope are true, the Pinterest boards full of images, the photo edits of myself with the boys just to get a taste of what it might be like to be near those five special guys. Fanfiction, imagines… the list goes on.

In the beginning, I even mocked their songs, calling them cliché. A few months later, I knew all the lyrics AND the dance from “Best Song Ever" video clip. Life has a way of transforming our paths when we least expect it, when we’re lost enough for any path to seem fine. But life is generous and shows us the "right direction."

The truth is, it was October 16, 2024. I was coming home from school, crying, and, strangely enough, I had no idea that Liam had passed. I’d been introspective in recent days, reflecting on my last months at school and my amazing friends in class. I’d been listening to One Direction more than usual, and that very day I’d listened to “Stand Up”! I got home and was getting ready to go out again; it was almost 7 p.m.

I remember precisely: my mom looked at me with that expression she used to soften bad news, but it didn’t hide her own anxiety. She said, “I want you to hear this from me, but it’s not someone in the family.” I widened my eyes, jeans halfway on. I felt calm; if it wasn’t family, it wouldn’t hurt that much. But then she said it was something about the band and that one of them had fallen from a hotel balcony and was in bad shape.

My heart skipped one, two, maybe five beats. I don’t remember my tone of voice, but I know it was loud, trying to make my mom remember who it was. When she said “Liam,” I still thought, “Well, he just got hurt, but he’s alive, right?”

“Is he okay?” I asked, near panic. Truly, I wasn’t considering the possibility that he could have passed. But my mom’s words echoed: “No… unfortunately, he’s living with God know.”

My world stopped. I wasn’t even fully dressed, and I started shouting Liam’s name over and over, as if trying to confirm the reality, as if pleading for an answer from the heavens. I looked at the photo beside my bed, which I’ll include in this post, and messaged my friends who were also fans. I cried uncontrollably. I smoked so much in those days that I literally got sick, with a sore throat. Only my mom, my friends from youth group, and school saw my true state. Edu, thank you for putting up with my grotesque sobs on your shoulder. I adore you, friend!

The first night was a nightmare, a heavy and negative energy settled in, but I was clinging to the hope that with sunrise, something might change. But it didn’t. The sun rose, and I relived everything in my head, going over the story, just wishing it was truly a nightmare. I think no one has the right to talk about someone else’s pain. Grief is an individual experience, full of complicated nuances.

I’ve been alternating between suffering, crying to the point of dehydration, listening to the songs while every line hurts. There’s the denial phase, when it feels like it didn’t happen; that Liam is out there somewhere, and we’re still in 2012. Then, the reality drops like a piano falling. And there’s anger: “Is this real? He was so young!” And finally, moments of acceptance, when I smile at the memories and look at the photos, though I’m not completely there yet. Grief isn’t a straight line; you repeat and get lost in these stages, and no one should blame themselves for that.

People have lost the capacity for empathy and humanity. It doesn’t matter if Liam didn’t know me; I knew him. Not personally, of course—he had layers, and that’s one reason we couldn’t imagine how he was self-destructing. But he was a singer with an amazing stage presence, always sweet and attentive with the fans, a real warrior in his personal life, and he certainly made his share of mistakes. He lost his way on the crazy road of life, fame, money, media, relationships, addiction; it drained the hope from that 16-year-old boy who didn’t give up on "The X Factor". Liam is a legend.

There are days I can laugh, listening to the songs and remembering their silly dances, like when I watched “This Is Us” two days after his death. I thought I’d cry, but those boys never make me cry; they only make me smile. What makes me cry are the circumstances surrounding 1D. On other nights, I cry knowing there was nothing I could do. The closest I ever got to him was in a dream once, where the boys were having a party at my house. Liam was sitting in the corner of my room, the same spot where I was when I found out he’d passed. I walked over, asked him about Louis and Zayn, and hugged him. It was a sweet, protective hug. That’s my comfort: imagining his face painted in the beautiful blue sky, knowing he was lost and needed rest. I’ll continue with my contradictory life, and when things get hard and tough here on Earth, I’ll smile because he'll be far away and safe, no longer needing to deal with it all.

I’m still hesitant about watching his funeral online. Since finding out, I’ve stepped back from social media. It cleanses my soul to know I didn’t contribute to the hate, negative energy, dirty jokes, or nasty comments thrown his way, in real life or online. I learned from Liam; I let myself be touched by his essence, loving him completely, and I learned to see the world through the lens of songs and art. Words won’t be enough, Liam. This is not a defective goodbye. I still need you, and even if I can’t see you with my eyes, you’ll live forever.

I can't post something that is not just about it, but I will just continue posting some things because they were already ready before I knew about his death.

Gratitude and strength to all!

I don't like to put black pictures blank in these moments because I don't think it's right black and white because Liam brought and still bring so much color to us.

We love you Liam, our eternal red.❤️

[dwaynethesockjohnson]

Larry Daley core

[consideraciones-intempestivas]

Es extraordinario pensar que un día estás y al otro te has ido, tu ausencia desgarra el alma. Descansa en paz Liam Payne, eres una estrella y siempre, SIEMPRE has sido suficiente. 🤍

[louisplumpyass]

tasted + ride it

🤝

i love him + i love it

[helloparkerrose]

[specialagentartemis]

tell me more about classic filk i know a few songs but never got deep into it

Heck YEAH

"Filk" is music (often but not always folk music-style, often but not always song parodies to the tune of famous pre-existing songs) about sci-fi, fantasy, and other fannish topics. Filk circles are popular events at science fiction conventions, and that's really where the genre started. The word "filk" actually arose from a typo in a convention program once, and people just rolled with it ever since!

Some of the most iconic albums in the filk world are the anthology albums "Minus Ten And Counting" (songs about space exploration and the real-life space program), "Carmen Miranda's Ghost" (songs about sci-fi space shenanigans and space ghosts), and "Finity's End: Songs of the Station Trade" (songs set in the world of CJ Cherryh's Alliance-Union novels, and my personal favorite. I've never read any of CJ Cherryh's books, but these songs paint such a vivid world.) "Space Heroes and Other Fools" is another big one, it's more hit-or-miss for me but it's iconic. Other really good and foundational ones are "Divine Intervention" by Julia Ecklar, "Avalon is Risen" by Leslie Fish, and "We Are Who We Are" by Vixy & Tony.

I lean more towards sci-fi and space than fantasy, but fantasy and paganism are huuuugely popular filk topics too.

Some of the most popular names to look into include Leslie Fish (intensely prolific, barely a fraction of her work is on any streaming or music service), Julia Ecklar (famous for her "ose," the filk-world word for sad songs - because they're "ose, more-ose, and even more-ose), Juanita Coulson, Kristoph Klover, Vic Tyler (who just recently died :( rest in peace), Duane Elms, Kathy Mar, Bob Kanefsky, Alexander James (trans, with lots of filk under his previous name as well), Vixy & Tony, and Seanan McGuire. (I like Seanan McGuire's filk music better than her books, hah.) Some other great ones include Cat Faber (most acapella), Astrisoni, The PDX Broadsides, Kari Maaren, and Sassafrass (also mostly acapella. Includes Ada Palmer). Heather Dale, Tom Lehrer, and Jonathan Coulton are kind of honorary filkers too haha.

The best place to get the ones from 80s and 90s cassettes are on the Internet Archive or Youtube; a few filkers who are more currently active have their stuff on Bandcamp.

And I'll leave you with a few of my Favorite Ever filk songs:

"Sam Jones" by CJ Cherryh and Leslie Fish

"Pushin' the Speed of Light" by Julia Ecklar and Anne Prather

"Chickasaw Mountain" by Leslie Fish

"Fire in the Sky" by Jordan Kare

"The Phoenix" by Julia Ecklar

"Freedom of the Snow" by Leslie Fish

"Burn it Down" by Vixy & Tony

"Hope Eyrie" by Leslie Fish, or this Minus Ten And Counting version

"Rocket Rider's Prayer" by Kristoph Klover, Ernie Mansfield, and Cecilia Eng

"Dawson's Christian" by Duane Elms, performed by Vic Tyler or Vixy & Tony

"Somebody Will" by Sassafrass

"Chances & Choices & Fortunes & Fates" by Astrisoni

... my tastes lean sentimental and ose but I swear there's a lot of very funny filk out there too

"Never Set the Cat on Fire" by Frank Hayes (a famous one)

"Banned From Argo" by Leslie Fish (an INFAMOUS one)

"Don't Push That Button" by Duane Elms and Larry Warner

"No More SF Cons" by Juanita Coulson

"One More Ose Song" by B. J. Willinger

everything Bob Kanefsky writes

[beacarrot]

"And I'll always keep you with me, you'll be always on my mind, but there's a shining in the shadows and I'll never know unless I try."

‿︵‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿ - Home by Gabrielle Aplin.

(for u, liam🫶🏻)

[cormancatacombs]

Rest In Paste

Larry Tesler, inventor of the cut, copy, and paste commands, dies at 74

[thesunhatesme]

Phantom after dark #4

Phantom:Are slugs divorced snails?

Swiss:go to sleep

Phantom in a different voice: like, Oh, yeah Larry took the house

Swiss, handing phantom his midnight journal:write it down and think about it tomorrow

Phantom, writing it down:okaayyy, and… done

Swiss, putting away his journal: good job, let’s think about that tomorrow

Swiss:good night, I love you

Phantom:I love you too, rest in peace

[batsvnte]

𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞. 𝐃𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐠

Changing courses of time cause baby, you are perfect - Mr Floyd Larry

(▰˘◡˘▰) ❥ comfort , established relationship ^ gn!reader | you’re the only person who he can truly find solace in - ooc maybe, incorrect grammar, spelling mistakes, not proofread, bits of headcannons if you squint

Xenos’s notes. art belongs to mulihaohao on twt

Those silent moments when he goes to sleep is one’s where he used to dread the jarring nightmares that haunt him. Ones that were reminisced of the past memories filled with pain and suffering and ones that were the haunting voices that echoes in his mind. Ones that he wished he could lock away forever until the next life that he can experience.

Sometimes they would replay in the back of his mind at any given moment. He usually would forget about them but once alone in the archives, Dan Heng would be reminded of them. The face of the man that always finds him. He could hide within a planet that was off the charts, and the red spider lilly will always bloom in the darkest part of the world. At times he would see the face of the woman who uses the moonlight as a veil. To hide how her past was nothing but a tragic story. Yet her red eyes were a void of madness ready to overtake her mind and bring her to the point of no return.

He can never run from those memories of his past.

Waking up alone in the dark room that he wishes that the nightmares will go away. He only remains awake for a few hours of the ‘night’. Both mind and body was tired. Dan Heng was a bit grateful that most of his comrades were off of the train to see him in this state. All but one person who decides to stay behind.

And here he had found himself in front of your cabin of the train. The door had a bit of decoration from your travels that would be easy to remove if needed. But it was an addition to your charm.

Contemplation gnaws at his thoughts. He didn’t wish to bother you. If your were focused on your hobbies or perhaps even sleeping, he didn’t wish to distract you from it. Dan Heng couldn’t process that you were right in front of him already. He had already knocked on your door in the moments of him being stuck in his thoughts.

“Dan heng?”

Faint dark rings circled his eyes. He could barely keep his eyes on you much less himself. Dan Heng just avoids your eyes entirely.

“Can I stay with you?”

Those short words were barely heard. It was a few seconds of processing what he said before the door was opened a little wider to let him in. A subtle gesture that he appreciated. He didn’t hesitate to let himself in the room. His aquamarine tail dragged behind him slowly. Brushing against your legs barely as he finds himself now in your bed. After a few short moments you back into the bed that was still radiating some form of warmth.

You knew why he was here. It didn’t take many words for you two to be huddled up next to each other within five minutes. It wasn’t unnatural for him to be this cuddly when he was sleepy. You didn’t mind it for the most part, which only led to you being squished between the mattress and him for most of the night. Along with the addition of his tail coiling around the two of you and the mattress itself. You didn’t ask about what it was that caused him to wake up and seek you out. A vague idea of what was going through his mind right now, but you didn’t question it. You were too tired to anyways.

Dan Heng couldn’t help himself for the most part. Intertwining his legs with yours and keeping you close to him is a blissful thing that he found comfort in. Resting his head above yours whilst you snuggled into his body.

He wished he could stay like this forever. Even if the time comes to wake up from his now peaceful slumber, he couldn’t ask for anything more than this.

[goobersplat]

Shelley Duvalls’s Besdtime Stories Set of Eight VHS Tapes

I know Shelley Duvall passed away recently, which made me think back to “Bedtime Stories” which I absolutely loved as a kid. I remember all of these!

My favorite was “Elizabeth and Larry” which to this day touches my heart and makes me cry. It’s about an older lady in Florida who finds a baby alligator in her box of oranges and they become best friends :) “Bill and Pete” (the other story on the tape) is also extremely charming.

I also highly recommend “Blumpoe the Grumpoe meets Arnold the Cat” which is about a man whose dog passes away and he becomes bitter regarding animals. He stays at a cat hotel and starts to soften when he meets a shy cat named Arnold. It’s also narrated by John Candy and he does a great job reading the story.

If you’re interested here’s links to both tapes I mentioned. They’re really charming and cute and I highly recommend. Rest in peace Shelly Duvall <3

[thedetectivechmilewsky]

Larry Tesler, inventor of the cut, copy, and paste commands, dies at 74

Larry Tesler, inventor of the cut, copy, and paste commands, dies at 74

[cocoa-rococo]

Koopaling Headcanons: Ludwig

Larry | Morton | Wendy | Iggy | Roy | Lemmy | Ludwig

The composer of chaos and everyone's favorite general, Ludwig! What a guy.

Naturally left-handed, but trained himself to be ambidextrous

He's disturbingly good at discerning people's motives, personalities, and past. He claims it's simple logic, but no one really knows how he does it.

Whenever Bowser’s in a pissy mood or feels agitated, Ludwig sometimes gets called in to play something soft and relaxing to calm him down.

There's rumors floating around the army that he was originally a Paratroop General who sold his wings in exchange for arcane powers in a magical bargain with Kamek. He's yet to confirm or deny this. (It’s not true, but he likes to keep his recruits on their toes).

Partially deaf in his left ear, and uses a hearing aid to assist him. Fluent in sign language, as well.

Has a baritone voice, very rich and darkly colored. He can hit high notes with relative ease, but can't hold them as long as he can with his lower notes.

His singing is enchanted. It's something he was born with, and he's gotten very good at controlling it. He does forget sometimes, and before he knows it, his humming down the street has attracted a plethora of birds.

Also fairly decent at mimicking bird calls. Iggy is dying to learn his secret.

Likes reading mystery novels and detective stories, but spaces them out so he doesn’t read the chapters all at once. He also uses Morton as a soundboard for theories in each chapter, and relishes the feeling of being smart if he solves it before the end.

One of the most magically powerful out of his siblings. He’s fairly decent at a little bit of everything, but his siblings are stronger with their specialization. His best field is in Evocation.

While piano is his preferred instrument, he plays several: violin, cello, pump organ, pipe organ, guitar, flute, clarinet, harp, harpsichord, and ocarina.

He’s an ugly crier and hates it, which is why he tries not to do it often.

Fond of gardenias and wisteria flowers.

One of his favorite down-time, out-and-about activities is going antiquing. He’s found a nice gramophone, a few records, and some furniture pieces for his room by doing so.

Likes having a physical, paper to-do list. It makes him feel productive and organized as he checks things off.

He and Wendy have ‘Bitch Lunch' together, where they basically talk shit about their coworkers, spill tea about their friends, and gossip the whole time.

You can actually tell how long he's been composing by how dark his hands are with ink smudges. You can also tell how bad of a mood he’s in.

Loves the smell of coffee and vanilla, but leans more towards being a tea person. He's got an excellent palate for both, however.

Larry is persistently trying to introduce him to the keytar. Ludwig is persistently refusing to go near it.

Very much a morning person. He wakes up earlier than most of his siblings and likes having his hot drink and reading alone to enjoy the quiet hours before the rest of his family wakes up.

The ultimate master of time management. He gets kinda tetchy when others don’t respect deadlines or appointments dates, and heaven help you if you intrude on his scheduled self-care hours.

He snorts when he laughs really hard, and is terribly embarrassed by it, so he tries to reign it in when he can. Anyone who can do it who isn't a sibling is a special person, indeed.

He likes tall places, especially the views. Great for a bit of peace from his siblings and inspiration for his music.

When his siblings are annoying him, he likes bombarding them with music puns. He is well aware he's being an ass and does not care.

Leaned more towards science as a kid, but discovered the piano when he was twelve, and creating music felt right in a way that making little inventions never did. He never looked back, and he’s a lot happier for it, too.

Keeps a little pocket notebook on him for writing things down, and he's pretty dutiful about marking things in. It's a common gift his sibling get him on the holidays.

He doesn't have as much of a sweet tooth, but toffee — especially with almonds or coffee in it — is his weakness. His siblings have learned he can be bribed to look the other way if they have enough.

Also a fan of very dark chocolate, and his favorite pastry is a freshly-warm coffee cake.

He's pretty alright at art, especially with acrylic paint and sketchier mediums like charcoal and conté, he just doesn't like how dirty his hands get afterwards. He's got a side business doing murals.

Favorite fruits are cherries and plums, but he also won’t turn down anything with blackberry in it.

Likes watching regency romance dramas in his alone time, but loves dragging the shit out of reality TV shows with Wendy.

He also loves watching those foreign films with subtitles, very artful with a lot of emotion in them, especially if he's feeling spiteful and his little siblings are annoying, because "No, Luds, I don't want to read a film after two hours of paperwork!"

Has a small collection of model ships in bottles. He keeps them on a high, high shelf in his room, given his work environment. Ship kits are another common gift to him.

Looks at memes like an old man; both hands, squinting eyes, mouth slightly open. The others think this is hilarious.

[twopoppies]

I was a baby larrie in 2019 when Louis hadnt been seen with F in years and even I took months almost a year to look into bbg cause it IS indeed an absurd idea. I tried to rationalize things and had some guesses about what all the situation. But one day I thought "ok let's see why the smart people on tumblr are so certain of this". I read Amy's doc, Gabi's masterpost, threads and posts and a lot of info and at the end I was simply speechless. All the lose ends of my personal theories had clear explanations. So much of that material is gone now unfortunately, but that's just what was intended from the start. Honestly these days I wouldn't recommend for new fans to dig in bbg unless you wanna feel angry, sad, powerless and gaslighted on a whole new level. Lots of larries made peace with the fact that Louis chose to give his name and """"raise"""" F as his own even if not biological. There was a clear shift in 2020/2021 thanks to F's lousy "mom" so maybe he did that to protect the kid somehow. It's very weird the fascination fans have with Louis being a dad since that happens once a year and the rest of the time he pretty much gives completely childless man energy..

Yeah, I think that anyone who really reads those masterposts and thinks through what happened can't possibly come to any other conclusion.

But there's really no purpose at this point. Hopefully it will disappear one day. I hate the idea that both Louis and Freddie are stuck with this forever. But it does no one any good to still be loudly yelling about babygate these days.