#we did it yall

[dnpg-hiatus-survivor]

just when i thought all hope was lost, phil brings up the eye hole incident at the last possible moment

[wulfhalls]

dune messiah real REAL party on my blog pull uppppp

[the-badger-mole]

Auld Lang Syne

So here we are. The last day of 2023, and the last day of The Year Of Content. When I started this, I really wasn't sure I'd finish it. I thought I'd get bored, or busy, or I'd forget, but somehow I made it! For those of you who remembered that I was doing this, thanks for sticking with me through it. For those who started following me because of something I posted, whether you realized what I was doing or not, welcome!

I wish I had something poignant to say about this experience. That I had some sort of end goal in my mind when I began, or that one emerged as I pursued this, but the truth is I just did it because. I stuck with it because it made me....happy is a bit of an overstatement. I've had a terrible year. Possibly the worst of my life. I won't go into details, but there were days this past year where I really, truly welcomed the distraction of coming up with something to post. So, I guess by that measurement, my Year Of Content served a worthwhile purpose, even if I didn't realize on January 1st what was coming in 2023.

I am not planning to leave Tumblr after this, but my posts will be much less frequent. If you like my blog, I hope you stick around and keep sending me asks and keep commenting and reblogging my posts. I also hope that 2024 is a much, much better year than 2023 was. Thanks again for taking this ride with me, whether you knew you were on it or not. Happy New Year

[ineffablebrainrot]

“I love you. I love you.”

-Edward Teach

[rae-a-licious]

A SINGLE FUCKING DAY YALL OMFG

[california-112]

Tablet

General Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | Gen | English

Fandom: The X-Files

Characters: Dana Scully, Fox Mulder

Additional tags: Halloween, Calloween, Calloween 2024

Summary:

Mulder picked it up begrudgingly, and read it. As soon as he finished and started to lower it, he found another article thrust into his hands, and dutifully read that too. "You have to admit there are some similarities." Scully said, when Mulder had finally finished reading all the evidence she presented. "An impossibly short timeframe, no viable points of entry or exit, no evidence at the scene, and the artefacts still unrecovered. How do you explain that?" "Doctor Special Agent Dana Scully, is this you trying to convince me that it's aliens?" -or- Scully is presenting a new case to Mulder, and is disturbed by his lack of interest. ABSOLUTELY 0% SPOILERS FOR ANYTHING

Link to AO3 | Part 31 of Calloween 2024

[larz-barz]

YALL OMG YAY I HAVE 50 FOLLOWERS NOW!!!:D

[sleepyjuice]

Hey beautiful ♥️

-JJ anon (if you’ll have me)

MY TIME HAS COMEEEEE hi baby!!!!!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

[anyachristinaemmanuellajenkins]

panting and sweatinf

[ghosttotheparty]

nice

[myaimistrue]

this blog is 2 years old 😭😭😭

[merciawintersageposting]

they’ll always be slammed down big style… in our hearts💕 💖🫶🏻🫶🏻

I hope the person who green lights the CC’s possible early release gets slammed down big style every night for the rest of their lives

[reineydraws]

this is a scene from opla s2, black leg gazpacho told me himself!!!

src by @op-trash-blog-of-hell

[gascreates]

a new star

[time-woods]

well look who's back

this thing

[inkskinned]

the problem is that being single is seen as the consolidation prize, and not the natural neutral state of being-a-person. at the end of the movie or the book or the poetry, there is a person waiting for you at the altar, and they love you. if the play is a comedy, everyone gets married. the metaphor is about how you are not-whole. the metaphor is about how everyone is going to be happily-ever-after. the metaphor is that romantic love is the most important resource on the planet, not just all-love. all-love is not a thing, that is a disappointment. the treasure is not the friends we made along the way. the treasure is the girl you landed.

the metaphor is that you cannot be alone, that means you are broken. are you getting over someone? that is acceptable, you can be getting over someone, but not for long. you must be single because you would rather not be single. you must be single and looking to not-be-single. you must want to date, eventually.

friendship and community are never seen as being equal-to or even-better than romantic connection. that person is your one! you need to find them. you need to hunt through the sand particles until you can shift out some kind of gem. this is regardless to your own experience of the beach and the sun. you need to be somewhere with someone.

if you are taking this time alone to heal, that is so sad. everyone gives you this little pitying look. the understanding is that you are not actually happier than you were before you were single. it is seen as a sort of pity - oh, you are choosing yourself, making yourself the priority? - that isn't quite right. you must mean that you are making yourself ready for the right person. you are just laying the bed better this time. open up your heart. you'll find them, we promise!

what do you mean you're really-truly genuinely-very happy? you are probably misremembering what it was like to be in a relationship. and besides, once you meet your person, that time will look grey and bland and wasted. your person is the only way for you to see in color. so what if you have taken this time - for the first time in your entire life - to actually-for-real do the fucking work. you can be proud of yourself, sure. but the way we need to know that you got better is that you get a partner. you're healed enough for the next bad part!

people don't choose to be single, they just say they're choosing to be single - they actually mean "nobody wants to date me." it doesn't matter how many people you have gently rejected or how many times you've talked it over carefully in therapy. what matters is that you are single, and by all accounts - that means you are something worth our pity. your successes and life all seem pale in the sunlight. sure, you have done amazing things and finally found your way in life. what matters is that there wasn't a person in the room with you while you did it.

you want to tell them - that's the whole thing. i didn't know how to be alone in the room. i didn't know how to handle the silence. every moment was so sharp, and i kept choosing the wrong way to close the door. i have spent my entire life in the empty well, living in the ricochet of someone else's cruelty. for once i have built myself a ladder. for once everything i taste is all mine, every bite of sunshine and laughter. i have learned how to sleep out in the open with my memories. recently, they have started to purr.

your father rolls his eyes. listen. this isn't about you. i just want a grandchild in my future.