#so i'm sorry if this makes zero sense

[megan0013]

12 + 26 for gabenath? also ur literally like one of my favorite writers for them likeeeee

THANK YOU!

12. pushing a strand of hair behind their ear + 26. kissing the top of their head

He’s staring at a window, utterly transfixed, when she comes across him in her burrow.

“Ah,” Bunnyx says, smiling softly as the scene Monarch is watching comes into view. “I thought you might be drawn to that one. It’s one of my favorites, too.”

Monarch’s chin tilts in her direction, but his gaze never leaves the vision of Betterfly striding through the atelier to greet a seemingly healthy, happy Nathalie. “Why?”

There’s a baby in her arms.

“It gives me hope.”

“It shouldn’t,” Monarch says, voice thick with an emotion he’s trying very hard not to think about as he watches Betterfly tuck an errant strand of hair that had fallen out of Nathalie’s ponytail behind her ear. “That’s not me. That’s not my Nathalie.”

The baby squirms, effectively capturing her parent’s attention.

Bunnyx frowns. “How do you know they’re not?”

Betterfly coos something at the baby and sweeps his thumb along her perfect little cheek. Her bright, steely blue eyes widen.

“They can’t be.”

“Maybe,” Bunnyx suggests with a nod to the window, “you should take a closer look.”

And despite his reluctance to do anything suggested by one of the heroes, Monarch does. He takes a small step forward, gaze darting from one little detail he hadn’t originally noticed to the next - a familiar set of crutches in the corner of the room, the charcoal portrait of a sleeping Nathalie he’d sketched sitting framed on his desk. But it’s the differences he sees in Betterfly’s costume that truly give him pause.

It’s sharper than he remembers it being, the cut and color more reminiscent of Hawk Moth’s darker style than what he associates with Betterfly. The mask and hair are different, too. Silver, like his cowl had been, and slicked back.

“This is a very real future for you, Gabriel Agreste.”

Monarch sucks in a deep breath as the hero in the window leans down to place a gentle kiss on the baby’s forehead.

“You will play a pivotal role in the war to come,” Bunnyx continues softly. “You just need to make the right choice.”

prompt list

[grxceful-ly]

peter bringing mayday with him to do spider stuff because yeah, he had things to live for before--but now he has a child and he is going to raise this child and be there for her and maybe if she’s there, strapped to his chest, he’ll be more careful. he’ll consider his life almost as precious as hers. maybe bringing mayday to work is a precaution. 

[vulto-cor-de-rosa]

I'm so normal about Agnes Montague. I'm so normal about the fact that she was raised as a symbol and not as a person. So normal about the fact that we don't know anything about her as a person, only about her as the "chosen one". So normal about the fact that we only know about what other people thought of her, that we never had a statement of her but only about her. So normal about the fact she never had a chance at a normal life and love and to be a real person, and when she did she had to sacrifice her life. So normal about the fact that she lived and died for a cult that could have easily replaced her by a piece of paper. So normal about the fact that no one loved her as a person, about that line about how Jude maybe didn't love her as a woman but as a god. So normal about the parallels between her and Jon. So normal. I'm sooooo normal about Agnes Montague

[unclewaynemunson]

Something’s off. Steve notices it as soon as he gets home. It’s nothing major, really, but something’s definitely off. There’s this weird silence in the hallway, instead of the usual metal that Eddie is basically blasting 24/7 whenever Steve isn’t home. There’s the absence of Olly showing his little face around the corner of the door to the kitchen upon hearing Steve coming in. There’s also the absence of some crazy scent explosion emerging from the kitchen like on a usual Tuesday evening.

Steve calls out Eddie’s name, questioning, not sure if he should be worried.

“Here!”

He releases a relieved breath and gets into the living room. Eddie is his usual messy self, wild curls hanging over one end of the couch and feet wrapped in colorful socks over the other, with Olly curled up and purring on his chest.

“Hey there,” Steve says. It isn’t until he comes closer to lean down for a kiss on Eddie’s forehead, that he notices something is most definitely very, very wrong. Eddie’s eyes are swollen and red-rimmed, salty traces covering his cheeks and used tissues scattered all over the floor next to the couch. His hands are clenching into Olly’s fur, his chest is heaving unsteadily.

Eddie looks up at Steve, blinks once, twice, to get the water out of his eyes, a fresh tear rolling down his cheek.

“What happened, love?” Steve covers Eddie’s hands with his own, creating their familiar pile of Olly-Eddie-Steve, his thumb stroking over the back of Eddie’s hand.

Eddie takes a deep, shuddering breath, squeezes his eyes shut for a second. “Wayne’s sick.”

XXX

The thing is, Wayne has always been the strong one. Always. He was the arms that caught Eddie, the hands that wiped away his tears, the lips that kissed his bruises better despite his prickly beard. And now he’s - frail. There’s simply no other word for it. And Eddie doesn’t think he’s ready to be the strong one yet. That’s not how it’s supposed to be. Of course he knows that Wayne isn’t some immortal being, that he’s lived a life of harsh physical labor and cold Indiana winters, of canned beans and breakfast cigarettes since he was only a boy... But this is different. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. And Wayne knows that, too.

“I always thought it was gonna be my lungs that’d do me in,” he tells Eddie.

Eddie never thought of his uncle as an old man. But now, sitting next to his hospital bed, both his hands clasped around Wayne’s, he sees it. He sees the lines on his forehead, the near-white shade of grey of what little hair he has left on his head, the tired look in his eyes, the age spots scattered all over his arms...

Eddie releases one of his hands to wipe over his eyes. He feels another pair of hands squeezing his shoulders from behind him, reminding him that he isn’t alone, that there’s still someone else who can be the strong one when Eddie can’t.

He takes a breath.

“Nothing’s doin’ you in, man,” he manages to choke out, strengthening his grip on Wayne’s hands. Those strong, calloused hands, that have lived through so much. The hands that caught him countless times. The hands that held him tight whenever he needed it. The hands that wiped away his tears. The hands that fixed his van. The hands that ruffled his curls. The hands that held a fishing rod like a pro. The hands that tirelessly drilled holes in walls and assembled furniture when Eddie moved out of the trailer and into the apartment he and Steve got in Indianapolis. The hands that are currently resting limply on top of white hospital sheets. Frail hands.

“Ed...”

“No, I’m serious,” Eddie says. He’s always been good at running. No way in hell he’s gonna stop that habit now. "You're gonna get better. And when you do, we'll take you back home, okay? Not to Hawkins - to your real home. You, me, Steve and the van, right? You’ll see the mountains again. We’re gonna drive all the way across them, get you back to the other side, ya hear me? It’ll be this great adventure, just the three of us. We’ll stay there for as long as we want to. And then we’ll go back to Indy, and you’ll move in with us, and we’ll take care of you. And you’ll be there when we get a real house, you’ll be there when we get our first little nugget, and every next one of them, and you’ll get to play with them and see them grow up and see us goin’ grey and gettin’ old and wrinkled and fat, and you’ll be there when Lord of the Rings gets made into a movie and when world hunger gets solved and when gay marriage becomes legal and when we get our first black president and when The Police reunites... That’s how it’s gonna go, you understand?”

There’s this look in Wayne’s eyes, this look that completely terrifies Eddie, and he can’t do a thing except for collapsing onto his uncle’s chest, breathing in his scent and crying against his shirt as Wayne’s hand tangles itself in Eddie’s curls. And it doesn’t matter - it doesn’t matter that Wayne is weak and sick and lying in a hospital bed. Because he’s still the strong one. He’s still the hands that catch Eddie when Eddie breaks down. Even now.

XXX

They should’ve known that Eddie would be right. Of course they should’ve known. No God can turn down someone as stubborn as Eddie Munson - not even a God Eddie doesn’t believe in.

Wayne missed the mountain air, the perfectly prepared corn fritters, the drool in the voices around him, the natural hospitality. It’s good to be back, to get to share his roots with his boys. But it’s not like coming home. Home is where his own parents moved him some fifty years ago, with dreams of a better future that didn’t quite hold for them. Home is a rickety trailer park that doesn’t have warm water most of the time. Home is the woods around Hawkins, the rolling hills, the chilly autumn wind. But most of all, home is the smile of the boy who took him here. It’s long dark curls and big brown eyes that are currently tearing up because Wayne is standing next to him and getting stronger by the day and very much alive. It’s the memories they share, of Wayne opening his arms to catch Eddie when he was so much smaller than now; of going fishing at Lover’s Lake in the weekends; of cigarette stubs and beer bottles and metal boxes that Wayne chose to not know the contents of; of laughter and crying and fear and comfort and a whole shared lifetime, a boy growing up and still needing to be caught again and again and again.

And Wayne still does it. He still catches his boy. His two boys, now. And he’s planning on keeping to do that for a long, long time.

[henri-de-cait]

"There are men who seem to be born to be the reverse, the obverse, the wrong side. They are Pollux, Patrocles, Nisus, Eudamidas, Ephestion, Pechmeja. They only exist on condition that they are backed up with another man; their name is a sequel, and is only written preceded by the conjunction and; and their existence is not their own; it is the other side of an existence which is not theirs." - Les Miserables, Victor Hugo

Just now realized how much of Alicent's character so far has been based on Rhaenyra/Rhaenicent. Her tragedies, her own ambition, her protectiveness of her family etc. have been weakened and her relationship with Rhaenyra emphasized (especially in S2). Many of the highs in her personal narrative in this season have been based on/related to Rhaenyra. Particularly, take a look at the supposed climax of her narrative, in which she cuts herself free from the identities others have imposed upon her (mother, Queen etc.). Alicent has managed to free herself from her duties, her past sacrifices, her own son (side note: by agreeing to let him die, her son whom she stood in front of a dragon for, to whom she said "you imbecile" confirming she did everything for him)—and she cannot let go of Rhaenyra, asking Rhaenyra to "come with [her]." The writers have been so intent on establishing a feminist narrative, but look at the narrative feminists have been trying to defeat for so long: the woman is built upon the man; the woman is "the second" or "the other" to the man; the woman is not an individual but conjoint with the man. Now replace the man with Rhaenyra. Take away Rhaenyra, and how much of Alicent's narrative remains? Did we move past the "other" narrative, or did we simply replace the actors/objects?

[swan2swan]

Every live-action Star Wars show when it comes time to stick the landing:

[sanasanakun]

Jimithon Mouthwashing is such a good representation of untreated, enabled NPD like it makes me want to squeeze the life out of him. I'm endlessly fascinated when watching him interact with his crew, surroundings, and himself because he's so fucking lost in his own sauce. It's insane. If I'm being real, it makes him my favorite character in the game.

It's a little scary to say, but watching Jimmy is like seeing a mirrored version of myself two years ago before I truly committed to treatment for my NPD. He's like a shadow. The opening line "I hope this hurts," which I believe comes from Jimmy right before the crash, is such a poignant statement. It's a simple line, but I can tell you from experience that the desire to hurt others when in a narcissistic rage is overwhelming. It's such a good line to sum up Jimmy's character in that moment. Luckily, in the real world, I had my friends and family there to catch me when I hit my lowest, even though I'd hurt them so many times. Jimmy probably could've used friends to force him into therapy (cough cough Curly cough cough)

[hood-ex]

I just watched Kung Fu Panda 3 for the first time, and I also just found out Kung Fu Panda 4 is coming out next year, and let me tell you, the whole entire time I was watching 3, I was wondering where tf Tai Lung was. Because we found out that the Wuxi Finger Hold sends mortals to the spirit realm, and Po used that on Tai Lung, so Tai Lung has been somewhere in the spirit realm this entire time.

I was mad that they didn't have Po somehow convince Tai Lung to join his side to defeat Kai, or maybe Tai Lung would've already had beef with Kai since joining the spirit realm. Like?? How cool would it have been to have Tai Lung use his nerve attack against Kai?? Or to even watch him, Po, and Tigress work together to take down Kai.

But now that I know another movie is coming out next year where it sounds like Tai Lung might be brought back as one of the antagonists, I can understand why they didn't go down that path. Still. I would've liked to see Tai Lung fighting with Po instead of against him.

[glass-strawberries]

i'm in pain - "her" pt. 4

it's 2 am and something is hurting me

it's in my body my head my heart

it's controlling me

it crashes over me like waves 

yet it calms me

it's sets ablaze a fire in my viens

but it chills my bones it feels like the enemy

my heart is racing filling up with endorphines

my hormones are out of control i can't see where my soul is

where does mine begin and yours start again

i cant feel my face it's got blood rushing

my body is weak i need a moment to think i cant do this again

my spirit is yours i need you to force your way back in

keep me company keep my heart locked up on your arms tonight

i am in pain but you are the rain you drench me in moonlight

[ellenchain]

BlackWidowCalmityCobweb on AO3 wrote a comment under my fic that 47 is kind of a dog and Lucas is definitely a cat

and I just have to agree to that

I know no one asked for this but I spent way too much time drawing this, so now you all have to see it

[jonathanrook]

does anyone know that post that's like just because you don't have the proper language doesn't mean that you don't know what you're talking about or whatever and it talks about somebody who uses transphobic slurs?? i am so terribly intoxicated

[trashyandtiredsol]

sol. Sol. Sol. Sol. Sol.

SOL.

ilysm.

you are so friggin extraordinary.

never change.

you're amazing.

Kept trying to think of some paragraph long response to this but I'm absolutely shitty with words-

SO

Tam. The feeling is very mutual- for you and everyone I've talked to at some point since I've been on this hellsite we call Tumblr /affectionate

Talking with everyone on here, sharing my art with everyone- just existing with everyone on here and seeing what y'all create has turned into such a huge aspect of my life (especially my social life like- y'all ARE my social life at this point 😅)

Plus I'm fuckin so glad I decided to try out Tumblr when I did cuz it was around a sorta traditional point in my life (moving outta a toxic ass house and away from a toxic, isolated life and my ex supposed father figure). Coming on here and talking with you and everyone else brightens my day and I'm glad to be a part of everything :3

[dellinah]

Anyway I never voiced my opinion about this but man for all the hype it got the barbie movie SUCKED

[bumblingbabooshka]

Kes????????

[whiskeyswifty]

1989 is so odd to me. it's in my top 3, some of my favorite songs in her discography are on it, and i've always found it so wild the way it seems to be an either you love it or you hate it album? it's either near the top of an album ranking or near the bottom, in my experience, and i was wondering if there's a way to explain how polarizing it is. not even among the gp, i've seen a lot of swifties insist her other pop albums are better and it's the worst, while others think the opposite, and i just find it all so interesting.

you're totally right, it's so polarizing within the fandom, which is hilarious considering how for the general public it's her most widely agreed upon enjoyable album. soooo bizarre to me. you'd think it would at least be middling among fans, but no! in my experience, a lot of taylor's albums and how they're favored by a fan, or detested, come down to what that fan's involvement was with taylor and that album during it's initial release. i'm willing to admit that at this point, 1989 doesn't stick out as the groundbreaking body of work in the current lineup of her albums like it did at the time. it was the first of many like it, and over the years has given way to some songs that are better than some on 1989. also she's since developed that sort of synth sound with jack that is now commonplace and a bit of a signature for her. these days it's a bit more polished than the experimental version of that on 1989. there are many arguments you can make for how 1989 isn't that "special" in the vacuum of her ouvre as it is today.

but i'll say it's more than just the songs in a vacuum. the name for her current tour is apt because she truly operated like many pop stars before her and created those chapterized eras around her albums (sorry she didn't invent it, far from it, and she didn't even reinvent it. it's textbook). with the music came entire personas and aesthetics and narratives and ways of communicating. and while the internet has preserved a lot of things, the experiences of being a fan, or even a particular type of fan, during each of the eras is a singular experience that you cannot reconstruct through photos and articles if you weren't there or an active part of it. that's not to try and gatekeep, like i don't care when you became a fan lol it doesn't affect me at all or how you compare to other fans really. but i'm saying it has a direct effect on your relationship to an era and the album of that era, for better or worse. sometimes it is just that you weren't old enough to be an active late teen/adult fan during the time surrounding 1989 and you don't understand how golden that time was comparatively. sometimes it can be because they don't like that kind of pop music insofar as their personal taste and that's not what they came to taylor for whenever it was they came to taylor, be it country era or folklore era or whatever. sometimes its a combination of both, as when you were born dictates the musical landscape you were plopped into and thereby influences your taste and what you consider "your" music is sometimes more happenstance than anything you actively selected. i digress.

it really was a golden time for people who were a certain type of fan, the right age with the right taste and the right amount of history with her at that time. context and meta context of it as it pertained to her place in the world at that time, and not to mention the overall in-real-time experience of her IG presence and the clues she dropped for each track, her complete physical makeover from hair to clothes, the squad friend group, the way 1989 music contrasted the rest of popular music at that time and what we'd been used to from her. the real time evolution of just her public persona and the song subject matter and the production style. i could go on. but there was a lot about that era, and about all of her eras, that are more than just the songs that skew how people feel about them, or have no feeling about them at all. a huge part of it is it's about how you experienced them in real time, and how they imprinted on you and what you brought to it. it's funny cuz the only other album that has such a visceral polarity about it is reputation, but that's for the totally opposite reason. it is widely agreed upon to be her least enjoyed album by the general public (and many critics) but a large amount of fans will put it at the top. i still think the reasoning is exactly the same, despite the inverse circumstance. what it was like to be a fan of hers during the circumstances surrounding that album, the narratives and the relationship she had to her fans at that point, and going to that concert which for a lot of younger fans was their first taylor concert, have cemented that album as their favorite. it was about the ERA and whether or not you experienced it as THAT kind of fan at that time that makes you a rep fan. the same way that NOT being a fan of a certain kind during the 1989 era and experiencing that might affect how lukewarm you are towards that album if that kind of music isn't your taste to begin with. it means nothing to them. people can be sensitive about it because she's advertised that a huge aspect of her work that she's proud of is her songwriting, so fans are quick to point to songs on their favorite albums as having "excellent" song writing compared to others or whatever as to why they hold it on a pedestal. all of her albums have highs and lows in that department, so that's a moot point for the most part (and a matter of taste really when it comes down to it). the reality is it's simply the way life unfolded for them and when an era did, or didn't, capture their attention and devotion. there's nothing about that that makes someone a better or worse fan of course, it's just the way things happen and why some fans cannot be swayed from their favs or moved to give a shit about something that they only ever heard diegetically in their own life at that time in a CVS.

the last thing i'll say is that a HUUUUUUUGE part of why 1989 is such a benchmark for her, and the general public's relationship with her, was that it wasn't just groundbreaking for her. it was groundbreaking for pop music. it completely changed the sounds of pop mainstream music and was an injection of originality that now probably sounds old hat. i can totally see how a person who came to 1989 many years later was already a part of a world saturated with 1989 copycats and derivatives, and to them that was "generic" pop music, and so it probably doesn't sound that special if you heard it too late. or if anything it sounded like something else they'd already heard and not uniquely taylor in the way they may have been used to something being "uniquely taylor". i personally think 1989 is a cut above the copycats, and a cut above all her other pop work to this day, but i'm sympathetic to those who didn't experience it at the right time to be receptive to it in the way it was received by the rest of us. i'm sorry you missed out! it was a rip roaring time.

[shima-draws]

All right since u didn't draw the Evangelyne Bill Cipher fusion (which I don't mind at all btw) instead I'll ask, if they were fused together what would the fusion's personality be like?

Anon respectfully WHAT are you talking about