#that song is actually kind of sad??

[story-book-sillies]

Y’know in Bluey where they sing the song about the bug?

“Poor little bug on the wall, ding jing…”

That song is about me

[puppyeared]

I can teach you how to be just like me

crying all night, sleeping till three

[moralcandy]

fifteen things that don't come back, by charlie slimecicle:

number one. the paper airplane you and your daughter throw at your husband while his back is turned in the kitchen, the two of you hiding behind the counter as you snicker quietly when he stops humming and yelps a curse as he turns around with a faux angry expression and a poorly-hidden smile.

number two. the glass your daughter broke trying to grab it from the cabinet on her tippy-toes. you didn't look over until you heard the glass shatter against the kitchen floor, too preoccupied with grabbing the jug of cold orange juice from the fridge to notice until it was too late. golden, afternoon sunlight shone warmly on the both of you from the open window as you swept it up while she stood to the side with a sheepish expression.

number three. your husband's soft shirt he let you borrow when you said you couldn't find your own but really you just quickly shoved yours under the bed when he wasn't looking. you absently noted that it smelled like him. your lips curved into a slight smile without input. your foot shoved your shirt under the bed a little bit farther.

number four. the pictures you took of your daughter and niece, hugging eachother as they posed for the camera, the photo incinerated into ash when you blew up your house. you frantically dug through your daughter's chest afterwards, soot covering your hands as you searched for the photograph. you did not find it.

number five. your niece.

number six. the feeling of a cold glass of wine held tipsily in your hand, the waterdrop of condensation slipping down the glass at the same pace your tears did down your cheeks. you downed the alcohol until there was nothing left except a burning feeling and a lump in your throat. the bartender did not give you another drink.

number seven. your friend, the one who used to laugh hysterically with you as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders before he began to scream at you while he wrapped his hands around your neck. he pushed you into the dirt, the metallic taste of blood in your mouth and the feeling of wet dirt on your skin as you absently question whether the water dripping on your face was the rain or the tears slipping down your friend's face. you know that was the funeral of your children, but you think both of the real 'you's died that day, too.

number eight. the warm, rumbling feeling of laughter in your chest as a smile hurts your cheeks, the sensation long gone. your mouth, for a moment, twitches into a small smile at the memory of the feeling.

number nine. the feeling of hands on your own, your husband's warm hands intertwined with yours as your cold, golden rings clink against eachother. your daughter's tiny hand clasped around yours as she leads you to a butterfly she found, grass brushing your ankles as you walk.

ten. the sound of your daughter's amused laughter, snorts interrupting occasionally. her head leans back as she giggles, her eyes scrunched up in happiness.

eleven. the sound of your husband's soothing voice, lilting with fondness as he looks at you. a smile absently crosses his face as he speaks, audible in his voice. you always remember smiling back.

twelve. your golden wedding band your husband lovingly slipped onto your ring finger so long ago, the one you furiously tossed into a dusty corner with particularily bad aim. you blame the poor aim on the tears blurring your vision, but it could've been the alcohol, really.

thirteen. your husband. you try to go to sleep in the center of your bed now, knowing that he won't be there. when you wake up, you always find yourself on the left side of the bed, as if you've moved in your sleep to accommodate someone. you scowl and think that your asleep self should stop being so stupid. ..you make the bed just in case he really does decide to come back.

fourteen. your daughter. whenever you make yourself breakfast now, you keep accidentally making two bowls, the muscle memory automatic, familiar, and no longer needed. you sit down at the table and set the bowls and begin to eat, but you always end up just stirring the cereal with your spoon as you stare at the untouched bowl across from you. you always end up throwing them both away. without your input, a frown tugs slightly at your lips as your pour out the second bowl but you know that nobody else was even here to eat it anyway. your eyes burn.

fifteen. your daughter, the one you know isn't the real one. sometimes you walk down those train tracks where you found her, hoping she'll be here this time. she never is. ..you still keep checking, just in case.

[lanzhans]

i think he knows or lavender haze? afterglow or the great war? midnight rain or champagne problems? red or daylight? end game or everything has changed? august or illicit affairs? cruel summer or new romantics? the way i loved you or haunted? mary’s song or ours? sad beautiful tragic or death by a thousand cuts? state of grace or holy ground? gorgeous or enchanted? invisible string or tis the damn season? all too well or tolerate it?

[twentyonefirstmates]

Just looked at the digital remains again and oh my god why are we not talking more about the original lyrics to backslide

If I were to backslide, tell everyone we know

Thanks for the last time they came out

...

Why did I not thank you more, saving me those other times

(Don't you dare jump in)

...

I'd rather you hurt me, than do nothing at all

I'd rather you let me down, than just gas me up

I'd rather you cuse me, than do nothing at all

...

You won't make a sound, pick someone else I won't be around

Trapped inside your smile, don't put me on trial

Don't you see you take, everything from me

[camgoloud]

you ever just. become overwhelmed by a sudden out-of-nowhere wave of tenderness and affection and longing for reconnection directed towards someone to whom you no longer speak for Very Good Reasons

[the-moon-pal]

You mentioned Gus is a bit of a lonely guy- how come? Does he have any close relationships? How's it going for him regarding family, friends, love? Holds him gently I hope his feelings of solitude untangle into well-earned warmth ♥

Well Gus by all he knows it's the only one of his moth species, as well as he grew up v much dealing with the fact that he wasn't human and was seen as a monster/cryptid [he does recognize his title being the "mothman" as his last name]

While Gus does end up able to talk and very much learned how to be a "person" per say- he kinda had to push himself to understand it! And to get what human customs were! which i imagine having to just try and copy it from people who are legit afraid of you its gotta be a bit hard to work with HJDFHJHD but he was never the giving up type

He only got really close to people at the age of 16 and finally gets the chance to interact with em much Much closer, eventually getting a best friend and a few more access to a few things (I don't have much specifics on this part of his life but! He does have a best friend called Jackie!)

When he finally meets more creatures n monsters like him it (possibly this being Scott n Don) happens once he's in his 20's but by then he already worked a few stuff out!

[drop--pop--candy]

synthesasia is sort of a curse sometimes bc now i just associate random shit with myself. and none of it is good

[spacefoxy-irl]

1st verse Paul, 2nd verse Gene, 3rd verse Eric

[leupagus]

A Gale of Wolves, Chapter 4: Jon

"I think she's come to take back Winterfell, Your Grace," he answered, then dared to add, "just as I think she'll be wanting you to call her Lady Stark."

The king looked doubtful, even as he grasped Jon's meaning. "Lady Stark of Winterfell? A woman as Warden of the North?"

"A woman whose mother rode with her son through every one of his victories," Jon pointed out, though not without feeling the irony of his own admiration for Lady Stark. While she'd lived, her hatred of him had been like the noonday sun: too bright to note any detail of her beyond the outline. Now with her safely dead and gone he could see her more clearly, and in some of King Robb's success he suspected more of the mother's political maneuvering than the son's military brilliance. "A woman who survived King's Landing when stronger men all around her were dropping like flies, including our own father. I haven't seen Sansa since she was a child, Your Grace, but I'd not underestimate her."

"You think the lords will rally to her?" asked Stannis, clearly still skeptical. "They were failed badly by her brother, and she has no call on their loyalty except her maiden's name."

"It's a powerful name, Your Grace. The direwolf has flown its banner over the North for centuries; the Boltons can't wipe out that memory no matter how much blood they spill. If Lyanna Mormont and all the rest of them want a King in the North whose name is Stark, well." He tucked Sansa's message into his breast pocket. "It seems you've found her."

*note: chapters will be posted once a day from April 18 to May 11. Some will be shorter than others, but hopefully this schedule will work for people who a) like to know when they can read the whole thing in one go and b) like to read chapter by chapter as they come.

[mightybeaujester]

Idk how I never noticed them but

Tim’s background vocals in Frankenstein???

The voice itself but then also the sad little laugh on “dreamt”, the betrayal in it Turning “something’s” into “something is not right” and the emphasis on the confusion and trust it had in Frankenstein The deep, repeated “learning and growing” through the narrated part, showing how the AI is always working in the background

I will never be normal about this guy

[stellarspecter]

omg do yall remember that weird time in teen musicals fandom around like 2017 i think when we were all obsessed with a musical none of knew the actual plot of bc there was no good bootleg (i think)? anyway was reminded of it today and lizard boy still slaps so hard. like literally he's just a boy who... no he's an awesome man who looks like a lizard!!!

[rubensmuse]

subjecting myself to Florida!!! for the sake of my mom florence and i'm fucking inconsolable to report that the music is vibey and fun and well-produced and really really enjoyable and then the lyrics are

fucking

UNBEARABLE

[katierosefun]

yes, there are absolutely some kdrama tropes that i would like to leave in the past, but also. when some kdramas still have that genuine kdrama flair that remind me of kdramas from my childhood (but in a good way) . . . giggling and kicking my feet! i don't care if some tropes are corny and cheesy, i'm still relieved to find the sillier kdrama tropes alive and well

[evangeline-noir]

I don't get why we want AI to make art so bad?

Shouldn't it be the other way around? AI/robots doing work that we don't want to do while we can spend more time on creative work or whatever?

[romance-incubomp3]

aghhhh:(