#there won’t be a part two to this

[gojo-kisser-9000]

Left 4 Spooky - John’s Lament

Tw: Blood, violence, injury, zombie <- this one isn’t needed I don’t think, but just in case

[un-pearable]

wait wait wait i actually have a genuine research question i’ve been curious about for a while

we’re talking whichever wacky critter ORIGINALLY got you super stoked for the speedy hedgehog - whether it was five-year-old you or just recently, whoever lived in your head first i wanna know…. i’ve got a theory :]

[chalamet-chalamet]

Timothée on Jimmy Kimmel Live on February 1, 2024.

[cryscendo]

letterboxd but it’s seasons 3 and 4 kurt hummel.

layout created by rosamndpike!

[teddy-bear-d]

I’m enamoured by the Boogey Apocalypse

[puppyeared]

its so hard to watch time pass when things like careers and assignments exist. what do you mean im supposed to take that seriously

[ofmermaidstories]

there’s something so bittersweet and lovely about fanfic, at it’s core. it’s so impermeable, because it’s so individual. fics don’t get finished. fics get lost because they were typed out and sent to friends, in the 70s, and somewhere along the way someone packed it up in a cardboard box and their kids shuffled it to the attic. websites go down. archives get built, but then people lose faith in the story or the canon or the creator and delete them. you read it at like, 3am, and can’t remember the title months later when you look for it again.

the tiktok these comments are from was lamenting about the loss of a favourite fic—it (the tiktok) had 85k+ likes, and over 700 comments, mostly similar to these. people talking about downloading fics to read on a tablet only for them to disappear the next day. using the wayback machine and combing through results, just to find something they loved. i think it’s sweet because it’s so human—how easily we love something, and how easily we lose it. i used to print out my favourite fics, as a kid—i still have a binder of them, buried under yearbooks and the old journals i kept during those topsy turvy preteen years. i could tell you the overarching plot to a Cardcaptor Sakura fantasy AU i read (and loved; it became my personality for months afterwards) but i can’t remember how it ended, or if it even did. i finally broke down and signed up for an account on AO3 specifically to bookmark an old, old fic that i had read somewhere else, years and years and years ago and found again on AO3 only because i accidentally stumbled on the author here on tumblr (i had only found the fic in the first place all those years ago because of a playlist). i used the same shade of lipstick for years purely because a fic i really liked had the main character apply it (it was a limited edition one at the time; i bought my first one from a ebay seller in the UK at double the retail price, lmao) while the love interest watched them, but i can’t remember the name of it, only how it made me feel (and how, for years afterwards, i would wear that shade whenever i felt like the day had something promising to it).

one of the first anon’s i ever got, in the early days of this tumblr, was someone who asked me if it was okay if they downloaded surrender—and of course it was. of course it is. there was a point, during the final stretch when i was trying to write the last chapter, that i almost lost the entirety of what i had written for that fic—and i mean, it was on AO3 by that stage so it would’ve only set me back a chapter or so, but it goes to show how fragile things can be. how sometimes fics only last in tiny ways—because of the unfinished PDF file someone downloads. The patchy memory of someone’s who’s jumbling it and three other fics together. Because someone wore the same shade of lipstick you mentioned, off-hand, for years afterwards.

(this is a love letter to the silent readers; the silent savers. the lurkers. fandom and the internet at large is made of lurkers (eighty-five thousand likes. seven hundred comments). people who saved fics and waybacked them and will reread them, even uncompleted. telling each other we did a good job, that we liked this or we liked that is wonderful, and fun, and a great (and important) way to build a community and has also given me my current friends—but sometimes something you make will matter and live on in a way you will never, ever know. and it’s just how it is. it’s part of the fun and it’s part of the charm. it’s just how we work as people.)

[miredball]

DUNE social media au part 1: Lovers

[tired-biscuit]

thinking about hockey player!kiba who’s forced to sit on the bench throughout the majority of the match, sulking and gritting his teeth in unbridled anger because a player from the opposite team had taunted him and pissed him off a little too much, and his teammates had to drag him off the ice before things could get bad as a result.

so he’s sitting there while his blood is practically pumping testosterone through his veins, breathing hard and heavy and feeling every single muscle pulling tighter and tighter with each passing minute that he doesn’t spend playing. he looks like he’s not handling himself well, taking all the rage that’s bubbling under his skin and showing on his face into account, but kiba is focused despite all of that. he keeps his eyes glued to the prick who had the balls to test him ever since he’s been pulled from the match.

the guy — number 13 — finds the entire thing like a little game of sorts. he keeps on pissing him off with short glances full of arrogance and keeps on throwing provoking motions at him whenever he has the chance, clearly trying to start beef with him for whatever reason.

the best part is that he thinks that kiba won’t do shit since he’s, well, been benched… but that all changes when there’s only roughly two minutes left until the end of the match and he somehow ends up getting thrown back into the ring.

because with all the anger issues that he has going on, our boy isn’t aiming for the puck. no, he’s heading straight for — now unlucky — number 13 and he’s grinning under the helmet while he does it; showing off his mouth guard and hoping that it’ll be the last thing this fucker gets to see.

[thegreatkarma]

i’m super excited for this next season, i have high hopes for it! after that awful movie that ruined the story changing literally every plot point of the entire saga, there’s some scenes i’ve been dying to see on the screen for over ten years

reblog for a larger poll

[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

Ok, so I wussed out on putting my actual LOTR canonical faves in my favorite character poll for fear that no one will vote for people who aren’t especially significant presences in the fandom, but @celeluwhenfics suggested that I do it anyway and I am actually curious so:

I will be gutted if any of them end up with zeros!!! (Especially Háma oh please no!)

[deeplyridiculouslyinlove]

Today in “a straight man wrote these books”: they all get naked for the Amyrlin ceremony?!

[poorlittleyaoyao]

Just shouted “yOU HAD A MONTH to TELL HIM. you had a MONTH!!!” at the screen because LXC agrees to have Wangxian use “the conference next month” as an opportunity to search Jinlintai for NMJ’s head. And obviously LXC can’t tell JGY about WWX, or even about just MXY, but somewhere! In that month! He could have mentioned! Bringing guests!!!!

He also could have maybe given LWJ and WWX a heads-up about MXY being expelled for harassing QS (in this canon), since 1.) WWX can adjust his behavior around QS accordingly to ensure her comfort and 2.) the harassment appears to be common knowledge and maybe assuming the identity of a guy whom everyone in Jinlintai will view with suspicion is not conducive to conducting an investigation unnoticed!

[roseatedramon]

WRATH HARMONY

[wil-dvane]

Nerdy Prudes Must Die has permanently rewired my brain and I wouldn’t have it any other way

Specifically the running motif of “If I could finally be cool, I will know that I’m not a loser”, it gets me every single time. It lives rent free in my head, especially Richie’s delivery right before he dies. Literally what the hell, I will never be the same again

Catch me randomly singing this to myself for the rest of my life

[sunforgrace]

they slammed him against the wall like the milk cat