#who was gonna tell me

[hbosscreations]

Hey, so, I knew John Constantine was drawn to look like Sting. I knew Sting wrote a great intro to the 30th anniversary hardback.

Who was going to tell me that Sting is canonically a John Constantine ooc AU, where there's no magic and John makes it in music?

And why did it take me this long to make the connection? I've used this timeline before, I can't believe my eyes glazed over this.

[thebitterbeanjuice]

ok who tf was gonna tell me frank wanted to make binders as merch??? I COULD HAVE A MCR BINDER???

[kaleidoscopiccc]

shut up constances collar is all messy bc she didn’t have time to fix it after the portapotty and then she died

[magefelixir]

THIS HAPPENED???

[djevelbl]

Who was gonna tell me that Branzy is in his late 20s and wHY DID I LEARN OF THIS FROM A PRINCEZAM VIDEO????

[theangelcatalogue]

Epic the musical? More like I'm sobbing the musical

[weezey-1]

Listen I’ve watched Bridgerton and I still never understood the hype for Johnathan Bailey. But like the theatre kid that I am, once I heard that he could SING, MY GOD THAT MAN IS GORGEOUS!

Any man that can sing is an instant turn on. God I’m such a nerd.

[queewp]

tiny mertle fry :>

[sweetiepotatofry]

I'M SORRY??? WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME THE

THE KAI WAS VOICED BY THIS

THIS GUY?!??

[minifins]

WHAT

[god-damnit-vinne]

WHAT IN THE ENTIRE FUCK

[dasiesanddarkness]

WHY DID I NOT KNOW THAT JACK WOLFE HAS AN EAR PIERCING

NOW IM IMAGINING MODER AU WYLAN GETTING ONE TO PISS OF HIS DAD AHDIAKSH

[sleepingkitty498]

i saw someone on tiktok say that mandy wears a lot of kimya dawson shirts and i need everyone else to know this bc LIKE WHO DIDNT TELL ME MY FAV CHARACTER LOVES MY FAV ARTIST?!?!!!

[satan-wishes-he-was-me]

[tigers1o1]

Who the fuck was going to tell me that cucumbers, watermelons, pumpkins, and eggplants were berries but

Strawberries, raspberries, and blackberries are *not*?????

WAS I SUPPOSED TO FIGURE THAT OUT ON MY OWN??

[humblyhobbit]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

i haven’t written much recently, but i just wrote this poem so here you guys go , i’m feeding you 🤲🏾

The Aster

I have gone by the name ‘Aster’ for as long as I remember

although I do not remember too much.

It started as just a random name to cling to

a soft blanket around me

a mask to clutch.

No matter the weather

wind, rain or shine,

I hear it come from someone’s mouth every time.

As if it was natural

as if it was right

as if it was something I should cherish

not something I should fight.

An aster is a flower

dainty and pure

it comes from stars in the sky.

it is lovely

it is simple

it is pretty

but it’s everything I am not.

I’m not a flower,

dainty and pure.

I cannot grace the presence of others with my glittering grandeur.

I’m silly

I’m tacky

I’m a hypocrite

and I hardly recognize who I see in the mirror each day.

A flower is resilient,

and blooms beautifully

no matter wind, rain or shine.

It firmly plants its roots in the soil it was blown into.

It doesn’t falter

it doesn’t whine.

So tell me little flower

who may I be?

Your pointed petals speak to me.

So tell me little flower

am I an aster like you?

Your name itself is just too cute.

So if I may little flower

although it may not seem too fair

can I borrow your name,

just once,

and I’ll get out of your hair?

You are my flowery facade

my mask I tightly clutch

you are my safety blanket

and I live in your shadow

although it may seem too much.

you’re comforting

you’re reliable

You are safe.

But I know all too well

that this safety of mine will not last for too long.

I feel my mask wither and twitch

and it tells me something is wrong.

This name that I have clung to

no matter how hard I pull and tug

could never be mine alone.

I knew it when it didn’t fit on my face right

when the nooks and crannies of my face rejected it

I knew it when it fell off at times

and I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces

because this mask of mine is fragile

So for the last time

I pick up the broken pieces

but do not piece them back together

Because the aster is resilient

it stands its ground.

It moves forward

even with a frown.

And although it is painful

and brings me much sorrow

I will return the name I have held

for it does not fit me any longer.

Thank you little flower

for you have given much joy.

But I must move on to better things,

hobbies and interests I enjoy.

The little fragments of the name I once used

stay with me,

indubitably fused.

So please remember

the next time you see my face

that I am not a flower

although you may see a trace

Like the embers of my carefully picked name

I too will fall

But no worries

do not fret

because to this flower of mine

I have finally paid my debt.