#the banana writes shit

[letsatomicbanana]

I love how the whole fandom just agreed to ignore canon dreamtale, adore you guys for this

[pixlokita]

Likes are lovely, reblogs are even lovelier but you know what really makes people’s day? Commenting !! Or heck even leaving tags TTwTT specially with writing ;v; a lot of writers on tumblr get so little interaction and it feels somewhat unfair because so much work goes into their stories y’know? Idk just getting that off my chest rn 🙏💖 it makes me sad to see them getting little to no attention when they pour so much detail into everything

[maldupay]

fuck i need to replay isat because i cant remember anything but um something something siffrin's increasingly concerning comments through the acts on losing his appetite -> getting violently hungry -> having tear induced nightmares about cannibalizing his friends

[roxannepolice]

While I'm at it, another all too tempting pitfall that writers fall into is writing the Master primarily as the Doctor's ex-friend. And again, I always get it and of course this isn't about fanfiction, but when it comes to source material...

Like, childhood friends that fell out, especially with the specific reason being abandonment issues, is sad, tragic even, but there is no irony to it. There is nothing that just can't sit comfortably with the audience, and I guess that's why it looks like a good idea.

No, establishing a character as primarily a villain, and a competent villain at that, and then have the hero care for them, for whatever reason - that's a heart at a conflict with itself. Childhood friendship is then less about nostalgia than about telling the audience the hero knows something they and their proxies don't, which arguably works better than a straight (as in, straightforward, though it looks like major writers can't wrap their heads around this kind of dynamic in a same sex relationships, idk prolonging the species looks like a redeeming excuse to be problematique????) hero/villain crush which tends to come off as thinking with your genitals vs. "natural attraction" to good. And in the other corner you can have something that's infinitely more surprising in a villain than attraction: respect. As in, going back to the root of the word, actually seeing the other as they are. Not hero worship, not faith, not rose tinted glasses, just begrudgingly admitting the hero is objectively bloody good at what they're doing.

Like, this is what I mean when I say sometimes shippy reading of characters' relationship is detrimental. And tbc: for me it is still a kind of shippy reading, just not "they're endgame" shippy, only "i want to put on camouflage and watch their mating habits in the wild but with David Attenborough voiceover".

[townofcadence]

Unsurprisingly when it comes to holidays, Artair doesn't celebrate Christmas.

In the past with Christmas, he's never been religious and he doesn't like the capitalist aspects. He did enjoy an excuse to give gifts to his friends and family, but most of his gifts tend to be handmade or one or two thoughtful ones because he didn't have money. It was just him and his uncle growing up, and never with much means, so he was used to December celebrations being tight-knit but relatively small.

Celebrating for him growing up used to start on the eighth with a potluck dinner at the rec center that begins the holiday season. After that, it was a lot of preparing. His uncle is big on celebratory drinks, too. Artair developed a love for eggnog (minus the alcohol) from his uncle making plenty of batches over December. He and his uncle would gather with the Rivera-Flores family and cook at least once during the season. When he and Elias were old enough they helped with that dinner as well, though that tradition hasn't been the same without Elias.

Christmas was important for the dinner and the exchanging of gifts, but it was really always just him and his uncle. And the day after they kept the store closed for Lá Fhéile Stiofáin since it's tradition. They don't worry so much about Little Christmas since it's not as applicable, but Artair tried to do something for the women important in his life if he can, which was primarily Eevie. So for a long time even after losing his friends, Artair tried to celebrate with his family and new friends in those small ways.

That has changed a lot in the last few years.

The last time he celebrated Christmas was three years ago-- or he had been planning to. He was cursed before the holiday to be possessed by a demon (M!A), which is for him a very personal hell where his own agency and consent is taken away. He was fully aware while it ran his body, and while the demon had a fun or silly time with most, Artair saw the friends he had at the time.... not fully seem to care that he wasn't himself. They were suspicious of the demon and what it would do, but they didn't try to help him, during or after the possession. He dealt with it all alone, watching some of them bond and have fun with the thing in his body, and a few people even were sad when he was back because he 'wasn't as fun'.

It wasn't that he expected anything, but going through something like that, missing the holidays, and no one seeming to care definitely hit him harder than he let on. He hasn't bothered with anything Christmas since, except a few small gifts and dinner with his uncle. He just doesn't have the heart to celebrate.

[krazys-ass-emporium]

So um

I finally finished Banana Fish.

I need a moment

Or ten

[courtney-deserved-better]

new longfic is currently at 7 chapters and 25k words!

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

So I was reading articles about John Hurt (as I do when I procrastinate on life in general lol) and I saw a still shot of a movie I’ve never seen still shots of before; so I looked it up. It’s a play. I was worried I wouldn’t find it in full online; but I did, so here it is in all its glory:

He’s just… ugh I want to gently hold his face in my hands he’s just so sad and lonely with his weepy voice and eye bags. I couldn’t process half of what he said but I think this is a warning about always speed-running through life to get to the next good thing. We should appreciate the moment; because in the end, we’ll have nothing at all but our memories. If we rush through life, we won’t have any memories to keep us warm at night when the chill of death creeps up on us in our old age.

Also, spool, spooooooooooollll…….

spoooooooooooooooooooooolllllll [cackles in mentally unstable]

@kaleidoscopr @theindo @possessedbydevils @randomtwospirit

[hanaasbananas]

i'm ten years old, lying on my stomach on the betak floor at my uncles house. above me, the ceiling fan whirs but does nothing to cool the stiflingly hot air. my cousin inserts a dvd into the computer and settles down beside me, passing me the bowl of hot and crunchy besan coated fries. the movie that we watch is called vivah, and i am completely mesmerised as i watch shahid kapoor and amrita rao's characters meet for the first time. nobody had ever told me that an arranged marriage could be like this before...

i'm twelve years old and my cousin might be getting engaged. i wonder what the boy will look like, will he be handsome like my cousin is pretty? will he come with his family and then talk to her privately to see if they like each other? i wonder if mum will let me in to see him too. i'm confused then, when my cousins parents, and my uncle go alone to see the boys family. the whole house is filled with a nervous energy as we wait for them to come back, and when they do, they bring sweets. baat pakki! they say we've settled it!. I ask mum when my cousin will see her new fiance. on their wedding day, she says, as if its the most obvious thing in the world. her in laws will visit, of course but he won't, not until the wedding. i watch my cousin as she is fed mithai in mubarak, as she ducks her head and hides a pleased smile and wonder how she can so implicitly trust that she will like the man her parents have chosen for her.

i'm sixteen years old and all of my friends are in relationships, with guys in school or outside school. these days, the only topic of conversation seems to be bets on when one of them will finally realise her best friend is in love with her, or what dates everyone has been on. when we hang out during our free periods together i zone out and daydream about having a boyfriend of my own. I daydream about someone who my mother would approve of, someone who sits next to me with my friends at school, who lets me rest my head on his shoulder and who spends hours on the phone talking to me in the evenings and doesn't find me weird, or annoying, or ugly. in all of my daydreams, i never see a face, or hear a voice but somehow, i feel comforted nonetheless.

i'm eighteen and as my cousins mehndi function begins to wind down, i start to look for my friend, who had disappeared halfway through the ceremony after she'd had her turn to apply oil to my cousins hair and stuff a mithai in his mouth. she isn't inside with the aunties having the dholki and i try to act nonchalant as i pass everyone sat on the charpai's in the dark yard, laughing and enjoying themselves. i ignore their laughter and chatter, the sound grating on my already frayed nerves. the function was fun, but i can't wait for everyone to go home so that the house will finally be quiet and i can relax and stop worrying about being perceived. eventually, i find my friend sitting alone on the roof, but don't go up to her. her husband called, i'm told, so instead i sit down, i look up at her silhouette against the dark night sky and imagine what it will be like when i am married. one day, i think. one day that will be me sitting on the roof talking to my husband. i wonder if he will come to pakistan with me to see my family and if we will escape to the roof for a reprieve together at night, or if i will be alone when i talk to him, connecting to him through a call across oceans, and countries and time zones.

i'm twenty one years old and the thought of marriage is terrifying. my mother tells me to start seriously looking

for the first time in my life, i don't like my dad. i think of the way he treated my mother during their marriage, of how he cheated and left, and how my mother left everything behind to marry him. how she left her family and her country, had to adjust to a new language and a new home and a spouse who did not respect her. i weep for hours the day that i find out that she would lie to her brothers and mother back home about how she was struggling after the separation simply because she knew it would break their hearts to not be able to come to her and help. I think of marriage and am overcome with terror because what if the man chosen is only doing it to appease his parents, like my dad did? i don't mind giving up on love but will my husband respect me? or will he grow to resent me and leave me by the wayside?

i'm twenty four years old and the song tu jhoom makes me cry on the bus to work. Jo hai tera lab jayega, kar ke koi bahana//what is yours will come to you, through any excuse. the line reverberates through my head all day as i run phonics catch up sessions and work with the children in my class. lab jayega, lab jayega...but when? in the evening, i pray to Allah, say that i'm trying to be patient but i'm struggling. everyone around me is getting married, i see so many in my community having 'arranged' marriages when they've actually been seeing their partners for years already and wonder if this is the new normal. have i missed my chance to meet someone? will i end up marrying someone who settles because they couldn't marry the person they wanted? i think of my sister, who had three children by the time she was my age and wonder if i should simply give up on the idea of marriage entirely.

i'm twenty six years old, and my family throws a surprise birthday party for me after work. surrounded by them all i feel content and so, so loved. the hastily decorated cake makes me laugh so hard i snort and for once i don't feel self conscious about my appearance in photos. my cousin gifts me a photo scrapbook of my life and halfway through she writes about how many more pages i have left to fill. i thank her, but privately think about how untrue that is. there's nothing exciting to look forward to in the forseeable future.

i'm twenty six years old and i've given up on finding a rishta. i've lost count of how many have fallen through after the initial conversation because of silly nitpicking she's too short, too dark skinned, too old (two months older than the boy) she was raised by a single mother? oh no.

my younger cousin starts looking for a rishta and i joke that she'll get married before me and i tamp down on the worry that that might be true. maybe marriage just isnt in my naseeb, and i'm happy enough with my life right now who needs marriage and kids anyway? in fact, i'm already looking forward to my twenty seventh birthday when i can have a cake that has the quote from pride and prejudice on it I'm 27 years old. I've no money and no prospects. I'm already a burden to my parents. And I'm frightened. i try to convince myself that i mean it.

of course, thats when it all changes

[deathandthesoul]

Me: Come to think of it, for that oc ask meme, maybe Jesse's favorite animal is some kind of decomposer, like the humble worm Aidan in my brain: Oh, his worm ain't humble

[missbluesunflowersstuff]

Gotham War in three words: Gaslight, Gatekeeper, Gotham 💖💖💖

[charcubed]

Me, writing a meta post a couple weeks ago: In Amsterdam, Jamie teaches and shows Roy how to reach something real he previously didn't fully believe existed (windmills). All of the windmill material, combined with how Jamie referred to Keeley and Roy as being "real," seems to add up to a metaphor for how Jamie will show both of them the way to something realer and larger-than-life that they didn’t previously believe was possible (aka a poly relationship).

Episode 3x11, playing a song while Keeley and Roy follow Jamie as he inadvertently and then deliberately brings them home:

🎶 Well, it seems so real, I can see it And it seems so real, I can feel it And it seems so real, I can taste it And it seems so real, I can hear it

So why, can't I touch it? 🎶

Me: 👁👄👁

[evildilf2]

No idea how fucked up I’m allowed to make my thesis. How do I ask that question without sounding like a little weirdo…

[anendtopursuit]

speaking of sims holidays,,, i love giving them regional holidays. obviously i can't do it as accurately for other countries but like. the sims 4 feels very American™, in the architecture of most worlds, the school setup, the terminology, sometimes even the fashion - and obviously, yknow, england is also a western country that has quite a lot in common with america (due to the whole colonialism thing), but is still A Different Country and quite different in more ways than people really expect it to be, and like. i enjoy making my sims feel kinda like they're from here, even if i don't always have the energy to build them a british house or mod in school uniforms or whatever. sometimes it's just fun to add bonfire night to the yearly calendar. maybe someday i'll reinstall the royalty mod and make a whole thing of the queen's jubilee lmao

[jlf23tumble]

I think the fact they have this obscene amount of money allows me to believe they're still together. In spite of their crazy schedules that keep them continents apart, this does not mean they don't see eachother all the time. Traveling for them is not like us poor people. They don't have to arrive at the airport 3 hours before flight with layovers in random cities. They can get chauffeured direct to a private jet that in hours flys them to wherever the other one is.

About them not being photographed together, well we don't get pictures of what could be their actual relationships either. Unless you think Brad and Harry are a thing?

This is just BEGGING for a toilet shot, but I'm gonna let it slide for a quick sec because this is what I mean, this is where it all starts tilting into ao3 land, only from 10 years ago. For sure, they have a shit ton of money, they could fly anywhere, but is that what's really happening? Like, if you had to weigh the options of what's going on when you see one in one city, the other in another one, there's a five-hour-plus time difference or whatever, they're spotted with multiple people in whatever place they're meant to be in, but you're still clinging to the idea that private jets are whisking them into a city, 100000% unspotted/unnoticed, then back again xx hours later?? Like, constantly and consistently? Reminds me of the old days (well, I guess the current days for some) and the lack of object permanence, ooh, we haven't seen Harry in 24 hours, he's OBVIOUSLY in [insert name of city where Louis's on tour], waiting in a hotel room. Uh oh, turns out he was working on some other project we didn't know about because we aren't on his team or sharing his google calendar? Doesn't matter, he wasn't unspotted on main for an hour, ipso facto, he was with Louis!

Look, if everything else was lining up, all the other points that are spelling out in this precise moment that this isn't rock-solid #husbands, #theyneverbrokeup, maybe I could buy it, but it isn't! And since you asked, I think Brad's actually a symbol of something much, much sadder (at least in the story in my own mind), but rather than getting up in google's ass to track flights to prove that Harry's somehow magically teleporting into Boston or wherever, yeah, I sure would rather read someone's riDICKulous bradrry proof post, it beats the new spin on the ole airport trickeroo of yore

[internalriot]

fellas im so enamored it’s making me stupid