#ts was so sad

[inatrqnce]

Do you guys ever say something is gonna be so 'haha funny' and then when you actually watch it and experience it you get this feeling of utter dread and your heart physically hurts and you don't think you'll be able to sleep well because of it or is that just me.

[octaviasdread]

Thinking about Carpe Diem and the cinematography of falling leaves to falling snow.

Seasons as cyclical as generations. It's tapestries and banners. It’s photographs on the wall. A structure, a system; tradition in the bones of buildings and boys.

There's a choice to be made - Nolan's hollow, ceremonial Light of Knowledge, or Neil's scavenged, man-made God of the Cave?

They’re children living for the future through a lens of past. Fireside stories embraced by woodland caves. They chant, dance, and recite from a sacred book - the heirloom they claim from a father they chose.

The window is finally open, but time froze at Welton lake. Forever winter. Forever youth. A moment in time, a feeling, a community turned to dust.

It's all so fleeting. Carpe Diem. Teenage years, childhood, a lifetime in three months. It’s a tragedy of classical epics.

The tale is old, but this wound is fresh. Falling to your knees. Shouting at the sky, praying and wailing, and clutching at the earth.

But the snow never stops.

Spring is up to us.

[cicada-candy]

Gonna be gassed tonight, if we're never gassed no more.

Gpt ver w/ text vvv

[strwbrryswiftt]

THE ERAS TOUR (march 17, 2023 - december 8, 2024)

"I’ve never had this much fun in my life as I have had on The Eras Tour. It is far and away just the most electric experience of my life.”

[sarrf]

This pic speaks for itself 💔

[blondewonk]

Just how low did you think I'd go?

Before I'd self-implode

[celestie0]

childhood friends to lovers with gojo.

warnings/tags. fluff & angst, sad ending

you two were five when he kisses ur cheek on the playground underneath the slide n you both thought that counted as a first kiss. u two were attached by the hip all throughout elementary school, i mean srs, your parents would even have joint parent teacher conferences bc there was just nothing the two of you wouldn't do together.

and then middle school came around, you joined the marching band n he joined the football team. he starts acting different around you, and it hurts. bc you two were best friends. you were always supposed to be best friends. he starts hanging out w the popular kids, and you find yourself walking home alone. summer before high school, he wants to hang out again, but you tell him you deserve better than that. and you two drift apart.

it's hard starting high school without him, watching him from afar during lunch in the cafeteria. he's with his table of phonies, acting like someone he's not, and you know because you've always known him. better than anyone else. you really wanna join the cheer team, since you've done gymnastics for a long time, but you've always been too afraid to tryout for the team. this time, you do, and you get in. now all of a sudden he wants to talk to you again, now that you're popular in high school and have earned a place on the field during his games. fuck that, you say to him, you threw away what we had just because i wasn't good enough for you to have by your side. you start dating his teammate, you two are nominated for prom queen & king, and he has to watch as you kiss someone else on stage when you win. someone that should've been him. he starts dating the cheer captain, just to show it off when he comes running to her after a winning game, kissing her right in front of you but he's not looking at her, he's looking at you. to make sure you're watching. and you do the same thing to him. and the whole time you two are wondering what are we doing to one another?

summer after high school, he shows up to your doorstep one day on his skateboard. with a box full of all the letters you used to send him as a kid. you still have yours too, somewhere tucked underneath your bed. you spend the whole afternoon laughing with him as you read through them all, laying on the carpet of your living room, and you both feel like kids again. he hovers over you when he kisses you, but you're still mad at him, and to show him how mad you are, you kiss him back. it's no use, you two are going to different colleges, you'll hardly see him, but he swears he'll call. he swears he'll fly to see you. he swears he'll never makes the same mistakes again, because he wants you. and only you. you kiss his cheek, and say okay.

and he does. he does everything he promises you. but the distance is too hard, and he was a little too late. you break up with him over a twenty-one character text sent while you're drunk at a house party your second semester at university, and he just doesn't understand. he'll never understand. and he never sees you again.

until you're both thirty-two, standing in line at the grocery store. he taps your shoulder, you turn around, you wonder if it's a stranger who wants a favor, and you realize he's so much more than that. he's the little boy that kissed your cheek underneath the slide when you were five. your first kiss. except it wasn't, was it? his face is long, and his cheeks have lost plush, but he looks so handsome it makes your heart skip a beat. you two are pleasant, exchanging it's been so long! and you look great! but when his eyes catch the twinkle of the wedding ring on your finger, his smile drops ever so slightly, and when he scratches his cheek to hide the sadness, you notice a band on his finger too. and he pays for your groceries, just to be kind. and you thank him for it, just to be kind. and you go your separate ways, never to speak again. but there's a box that still sits somewhere in your closet. and a similar one still sits in his too.

[yrsonpurpose]

In my fantasies, I rise above it. And way up there, I actually love it.

[qqueenofhades]

Also, allegedly the brainworm-bear-killing cuckoo-banana-pants RFK Jr is about to drop out of the race (did anyone remember he was still in it?) and endorse Trump, after finally realizing that his attempt to play the usual third-party spoiler for Democrats has, and say it with me, completely failed.

Now, all of us should point and laugh together, because RFK was first recruited as a "Democrat" in an attempt to "challenge" Biden in the primary. That didn't work, so he declared he was going to run as an independent. Democrats wanted nothing to do with him because he was insane (and well funded by the exact same billionaire donor paying for Trump, because he was completely intended to gum up the works for actual Democrats). A few Republicans, always up for insanity, flirted with voting for him instead, he had basically no ability to pull votes from Harris, and Republicans realized in a panic that this was sucking them up instead from their already significantly-underwater orange felonious messiah. So now the RFK experiment has completely backfired, he's going to be shown the MAGA door but it ain't gonna help them, Harris was already pulling voters from HIM (in addition to Trump), and for once, for goddamn once, Republicans trying to ratfuck Democrats with third-party candidates did not work. Truly, this is bizarro land -- nay, bizarro universe. I dig it.

[vermilionsun]

Thinking about Ais perched up against one of the wooden planks atop the columns of the Seaspring. Thinking how the salty breeze tousled his hair as he gazed out at the vast expanse of the wastelands beyond the temple, a cigarette's smoke curled up lazily from between his fingers, ashes falling gently to the sparkling crimson water below. Thinking about him taking a deep drag from his cigarette, letting his eyes flatter close as he exhales slowly into the crisp night air, the nicotine tingling his senses and the smoke filling his lungs, momentarily choking out Ocuedus' thunderous screaming in his head.

Thinking about Kuras in his clinic, studying patient applications in the dim candlelight, brow furrowed in concentration. Thinking about how the long shadows of his past constantly danced across the walls, mocking him as he meticulously reviewed each case, guilt and regret running their hands through his dark hair, whispering reminders of his past mistakes. Thinking about him momentarily freezing in fear of his conscience rearing its ugly head, pulling and pushing him closer and closer to the edge of his sanity. Thinking about him finally shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath, taking off his glasses briefly to relieve the strain of hours spent poring over medical records, leaning back against his chair, and letting fatigue overrun him, finally allowing himself a moment of respite.

Thinking about Vere lurking in an unfamiliar house, sitting alone on the balcony and staring out into the night. Thinking about the wind whispering through the trees and blowing his hair into his face, and him shoving it out of the way with a huff. Thinking about him sighning and leaning back against the rail, reaching up toying with the chain around his collar, running his fingers over its cold links. Thinking about how all was quiet at this hour, and he could feel the solitude beginning to get to him. Thinking about him closing his eyes, letting out a long breath and trying to push away the sudden hyperawareness that had settled over him, having to center himself and slow his heart rate that had begun to quicken, forcing his mind to focus on the task at hand, not allowing himself to seek any form of comfort in the moment; when the world seemed to slow down and allowed him to appreciate its beauty. Thinking about how he knew he couldn't stay there forever, after all.

Thinking about Leander sitting alone at the bar, Bloodhounds around him talking and laughing, making him feel more isolated than ever. Thinking about him taking a sip of his drink trying to drown out the sound of their jovial conversations, the bitter taste in his mouth only serving to mirror the ache in his heart. Thinking about him being unable to shake the feeling that he didn't belong—like an outsider in his own pack. Thinking about him staring into the bottom of his glass, wondering if he would ever truly feel like he belonged anywhere. Thinking about him running a hand through his hair, the other gripping the glass tighter, as he looks up and scans the room, hoping to find a distraction from his own thoughts. Thinking about how, even if he manages to find someone to spend the night with, it never fills the void he feels inside, and he always wakes up alone in the morning.

Thinking about Mhin stumbling from exhaustion after killing another Soulless, its blood spattered across their face and staining their once white shirt. Thinking about them collapsing to the ground, pain radiating through their body and ragged breaths escaping their lips, echoing through the clearing. Thinking about their silver dagger clutched tightly in their hand, the moonlight glinting off the blade, dripping with the blood of the enemy. Thinking about them fighting to keep their eyes from fluttering closed as darkness crept in at the edges of their vision. Thinking about them using their final burst of energy to force themselves to sit upright against a nearby wall before their mind can finally succumb to the overwhelming fatigue. Thinking about them humming softly to themselves—something akin to a lullaby, a calming and comforting melody in the dead of night, hauntingly beautiful and wafting through the darkness until the morning birds respond with their own song.

Thinking about how lonely they all are…

[beepmeowiskarkat]

Convention conundrum

[itwaslegendary]

You and I walk a fragile line

Taylor Swift performing “Haunted” at The Eras Tour in Detroit, MI.

[beauty-and-passion]

Sanders Sides is so dead that even when I checked #tscriticism people talking about Taylor Swift there 😭

Don't tell me, bro, I checked too and it was very sad indeed. But there's nothing we can really do about it: after all, if Mr. Sanders doesn't give us anything, we have nothing to talk about.

If I am right, the last thing he gave us was a couple photos of Remus with the cape - which is a perfect representation of how deep he's scraping the barrel. Sure, some people never saw the cape, and I'm glad it was a beautiful surprise for them. But Mr. Sanders showed that cape eons ago, even if on a mannequin. So for me, those photos are saying: "I have nothing left, so take this".

But hey, that's just my interpretation. And, personally, I am okay with this. I mean, it's Thomas' decision: if he wanted to work on Sanders Sides, he would've done it. Clearly, he doesn't want to. Sure, I would've appreciated him simply admitting it, but I can live with that. It doesn't change my life, if Mr. Sanders decides to drag this series on indefinitely forever. I made my own ending, so as far as I'm concerned, I am okay.

The only one who won't get anything from this is Thomas himself. And I'm sorry to say it, but he's reaping what he has sown. He doesn't work on the series, he doesn't give updates and mentions it once in a while, just to get people's attention for a little while? People will grow tired of this. People will stop checking what he's doing. People will stop caring and move on.

And as I said years ago, it's not talking bad about something that kills it: it's not talking about it anymore.

[laylakeating]

IT'S ALL OVER NOW, ALL OUT TO SEA. @thetroubletones, i love you!

[rivusapoems]

i would've died for your sins, instead i just died inside

[fandomsandassortedgoods]

was today years old when I realized each movie ends on woody and buzz making some kind of physical contact