#yeah I think that's everything

[silliest-sideblog]

Woah, I wrote a thing!

Wasn't sure if I should post it here too, but I don't see why not :D haven't written in a while so I feel like it's a bit all over the place but it is what it is 😌

Here's a link to the song it is based on too, so give that a listen if you feel like it!

Summary:

A few days ago Jimmy's husband has disappeared and he is sick with grief and the stray cat he has been feeding, who may be just a bit more than that, decides to take matters into his own hands when it takes the shape of Jimmy's husband, Tango.

Tags and warnings:

Mourning/Grief, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Character Death but dw lol

Full fic under the cut!

Life has been good for Jimmy recently. He and his husband bought a nice house in a quiet part of town. They were raising chickens in their garden, calling it their ranch, and spent their days just happy to hold each other. Jimmy tried his hand at painting, tending the garden and feeding the stray cats of the neighborhood. A beautiful orange cat seemed to have taken a strong liking to him after he fed it a couple of times and made toys for it out of any feathers that fell out of his golden wings. In turn, the cat kept him company whenever he was outside, which was often in this summer's heat. It was often found lounging nearby and Jimmy started growing attached to the cat. Everything was perfect in his life. Until one night it wasn’t.

He was waiting at home for his husband to come home, but the hours passed and no sign of him. Jimmy was growing restless, sitting on the porch in the back, so he could hear his husband, as soon he returned home. The moonlight was the only thing illuminating the night and Jimmy must have fallen asleep because when he woke up everything happened so quickly. An accident, his husband was missing. A few days of barely any sleep came and went till the conclusion - his husband was gone.

Grief struck Jimmy hard. Everything crumbled, the perfect life they built here for themselves was gone in an instant. He barely managed to take care of himself, the chickens, their garden. Most of his days were now spent inside, dealing with the emotions that come with this kind of pain.

The orange cat, who has been living comfortably alongside Jimmy, had noticed his absence quickly. It has spent most of his days here on the ranch, as Jimmy liked to call it, after all. It gave the avian a few days, observing from afar if he would emerge again, but nothing changed.

Nearly a week later, it jumped up to the window that led to the bedroom and the sight made the cat's heart ache. Jimmy was on his bed, still sick with grief. It climbed through the open window and curled up against the avian but he barely seemed to notice its presence.

That’s when the cat decided that it needed to do something. Jimmy has been so kind and caring and his laugh was a sound that brought joy to the cat's life. It just wanted to see him smile again.

Orange fur rushed out the window, the full moon above illuminating its path as it made a vow. To take a human shape, that of Jimmy’s husband, just to bring his smile back. A vow that will dissolve should Jimmy find out the truth.

The deception hurt, but Jimmy’s laughter and smile would be worth it.

That very night, the cat, now human, knocked on the door of the ranch. And it knocked again. And again. It took a while before the door opened to the sight of Jimmy, bags under his eyes, his hair and wings a disheveled mess, with a blanket wrapped around himself.

For a moment both men are silent as Jimmy tries to process what he was seeing. His rancher was back, he was home! “Tango?” he asked, as if he couldn’t believe it, with a voice raspy from not talking. He didn’t question anything at this moment and just wrapped his arms around his husband, tears in his eyes.

The relief crashed over Jimmy and his legs gave in, together they sank to the floor, his face buried against Tango’s shoulder, just happy to have him back, sobbing away the last of his grief.

Tango held him close and whispered, “I won’t leave you alone again, I promise.”

Once Jimmy’s tears dried, Tango helped him up and they headed towards the bedroom. “You should get some rest, you look like you haven’t slept in days” They got settled and Tango held Jimmy, who immediately buried his face against Tango’s chest, all night. The spirit mouths a silent apology to the moon that floods the bedroom with light.

As the wave of euphoria subsided, concern settled into Jimmy’s mind. “Where have you been? Why have you left me? The accident, I have been worried - I thought you died”, he cried out, holding onto Tango's shoulders, staring right into his red eyes.

Tango debated with himself how to avoid the question but he knew he couldn’t, so instead he turned to a lie. “I… had lost my memory. But I remembered you. My rancher. I remembered home” Just speaking the words stung in Tango’s chest, an unfamiliar feeling to him. But it was necessary to keep up the spell. Jimmy couldn’t find out what Tango really is - a cat spirit that took the form of his deceased husband and now has taken his name too.

This was the first night that Jimmy had managed to get more than an hour or two of sleep, and he woke up to Tango curled up around him. A fond smile played on the avian's lips as he gently played with the sleeping man's hair, just content that he could feel him close again.

Tango’s guilt was ever growing, every day filled with lies “No, I don’t remember, I’m sorry” and giving Jimmy an apologetic smile when he tried to jog Tango’s memory with pictures of friends, birthdays or even their wedding, all things the spirit in human form didn’t know about. But despite everything, Jimmy kept on smiling and that justified everything to Tango.

The next few days everything almost seemed to return to how it was before. Tango tried his best to fit into this life that he only observed from afar for so long. He excelled at taking care of the chicken or tending the plants, all tasks that he observed Jimmy do, for far longer than the man could imagine.

Jimmy noticed this change in behavior too. His husband usually left the outdoors chores to him, preferring to make sure that everything inside their home runs properly. But Jimmy wasn’t about to complain, just happy that his husband was home.

The oddness doesn’t end there though. He noticed how Tango seems to often get distracted by Jimmy’s wings, in a way he never had before. Or how he always woke up with Tango curled up around him. And how Tango kept nudging him with his head.

Jimmy couldn’t pinpoint what it is, but if he was honest with himself, he didn’t even want to. He was finally happy again, with his husband at his side. Life returned back to normal, Jimmy started painting again, making elaborate meals for the two of them and just smiled and laughed again.

Nearly a month has passed since Tango took the shape, the life, of Jimmy’s husband. He stands in front of the open bedroom window, staring up at the full moon, his only witness to his deception from the night of the vow, the guilt gnawing at every inch of him. He tried to remind himself that every lie he told was for Jimmy, that he was trying to help the man he has grown so fond of.

By now he wasn’t even sure how much of him truly had become Tango. It was his name now, wasn’t it? And the declarations of love and affection, those weren’t lies.

As he pondered, Jimmy stepped up behind him, arms wrapped around Tango’s waist from behind. They stood in silence like this for a few moments before Jimmy slowly spun Tango around so they faced each other, a hand coming to rest on Tango's cheek in a gentle caress.

Finally Jimmy decided to break the silence. He had noticed the way his partner fought with something, guilt, regret, maybe even fear, since he returned to the ranch. While some of his friends may disagree with that, Jimmy isn’t stupid, of course he noticed something was wrong with his husband. Of course he would notice even the slightest change in a face that he was more familiar with than his own. A face he saw every night before he went to sleep and every morning when he woke up, for years.

And now, Jimmy hoped to alleviate some of the burden his husband seems to carry. “Tango… it’s okay, you know?” He began to talk and dread washed over Tango; “What is?”, he just said in return, not daring to put a voice to his fear. Jimmy gave him a smile, the exact one that reminded Tango every day why he is doing this. One last smile before - “I know you’re not him, Tango. Your eyes, it's…” With a hand still on his cheek he trailed off. He needed a moment to find the words, as he felt himself getting lost in Tango’s red eyes. “But I don’t care. I don’t care, Tango” Jimmy’s words were met with an expression full of desperation and held back tears. Tango started to tremble and immediately Jimmy wrapped his arms around his husband. Together they sank to the floor, a mirror to the day Tango showed up at his doorstep. “Tango, it’s alright. Just don’t leave me again. Please. Promise not to leave me.” Jimmy started to plead. He finally found happiness again, just let him have this, just this once.

Tango wanted to apologize, he wanted to sob into Jimmy’s arms, he wanted to promise that he wouldn’t leave, to explain himself, but the words died on his tongue before he could get them out. Jimmy knew. He knew the entire time and this spell, held together by a thin veil of make belief, had cracked and was now falling apart.

Jimmy held onto Tango as if his life depended on it, held him tightly to his chest until suddenly the figure in his arms was a lot smaller. He released his arms that were wrapped around Tango and a familiar orange cat jumps away from him to the windowsill. He had wondered where it had gone, assumed it just went to whoever else had fed it while he grieved.

The cat looked at Jimmy with familiar red eyes, gave him one last glance, desperate to speak, to apologize for everything he put Jimmy through, but without his human form that wish gets denied.

When tears started to well up in Jimmy’s eyes, Tango couldn't bear it, even if he still had this beautiful smile on his face. Quickly, Tango ran away into the night, over fences and rooftops, with only the moon illuminating his way. From the open window behind him he heard Jimmy’s voice call out, but he didn’t dare to turn. “Thank you, Tango. For everything.”

Now every night, Jimmy put out a bowl of food for Tango and waited till the moon was high up in the sky, in hopes to see him again. He didn’t care if he wasn’t human again, he just missed his companion.

Tango always waited on a nearby roof. He truly couldn’t leave Jimmy, even if he didn’t allow himself to get close to him, in fear of hurting the avian again. Once Jimmy left to go to sleep, Tango dared to come out, ate the food and left small trinkets in exchange. Small pieces of jewelry, a pen, a coin, anything he could get a hold on, to show Jimmy his affection.

And every morning Jimmy picks up whatever Tango had left him, cherishing the gesture.

They continued this tradition for many nights, finding comfort in their interactions, until one night, when the full moon hung high in the sky. Jimmy set the food down on the porch and sat down beside it, waiting with a mug in hand. Just this time, he didn’t get up to head towards his bedroom but fell asleep outside during the warm summer night.

Tango fought with himself, the guilt still heavy on his mind, but every day he missed Jimmy. So just this once he gave in and after he ate his food, he settled in the avian’s lap and unaware of the beautiful smile that played across Jimmy’s lips.

[hinamie]

in spite of everything, I had fun <3

[xxplastic-cubexx]

obligatory beach divorce doodling

bonus rough cover redraw of x-men #41 (1995) But Beach Divorce below cut

[3rdsday]

Tommy basically said "the DSMP was good because it was, and still is, loved" and that basically sums up my feelings on the matter too.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

main take aways from Halloween (1978) rewatch:

michael myers is canonically 21??? this bitch should be at the club

*sees tiddies* ***MURDEROUS RAMPAGE NOISES***

that's it that's the movie

outside of the fact that everyone who has sex is murdered by the narrative, this is a surprisingly chill portrayal of female sexuality? these teen girls are horny and actively enjoying Getting It On with their boytoys. no pushy boyfriends sneaking in through their bedroom windows--these ladies are taking the initiative to sneak out and GET SOME. one of them gets laid and then immediately orders her boyfriend to get her a beer. (yes she gets Slashered soon afterward, but so does the boyfriend so honestly, gender equality.) yes the Final Girl is the only one not having sex, but she's not bullied for that, nor are her friends slut shamed except possibly by being murdered by the narrative

actually the only character who is shown being morally condemned on-screen is michael myers. specifically FOR his violent overreaction to other people's sex lives. (people he is spying on). metaphorically, the villain is American Puritanism sticking its judgy nose into other people's business.

aka Michael Myers Is A Republican

but actually the real villain is the doctor. guy's a judgemental, shaming, pathologizing asshole. and he's been in charge of michael's care since he was SIX YEARS OLD? kid never had a chance. i'd go on a killing spree too

also the parents. where are the parents? it's halloween night and all the teenage girls are home babysitting their younger siblings? come to think of it, michael's first victim was his own older sister, whom he killed while she was babysitting him. teen girls are really shouldering a labour burden here. maybe parentification is the true villain

side note: mike commits his first murder wearing a clown costume...which is never referenced again? his 'iconic' costume is a generic mask and wig and jumpsuit, when we coulda had a Killer Clown Michael Myers??? travesty

i like how the Final Girl and her friend casually smoke weed in her car. yeah she's an honor student and her friend is the sheriff's daughter. yeah they smoke weed. so what it's 1978

(to reiterate, mike is 21 and should be at the club. im not saying he shouldn't be rampaging, im saying it's sad that he broke out, tasted freedom for the first time in his life, and immediately snuck back into his childhood home to go rampaging. let's have a remake where he goes to a nightclub and has a few beers. maybe some slutty dancing. then rampage)

oh no he's hot

[anbaisai]

he's so mean

[umblrspectrum]

friendly pal buddy copy of mine told me uzi would legally need a booster seat so i imagine the bus is like this

[palomalexa]

Always inside your mind.

[inkskinned]

the thing is there's like, a point of oversaturation for everything, and it's why so many things get dropped after a few minutes. and we act like millennials or gen z kids "have short attention spans" but... that's not quite it. it's more like - we did like it. you just ruined it.

capitalism sees product A having moderate success, and then everything has to come out with their "own version" of product A (which is often exactly the same). and they dump extreme amounts of money and environmental waste into each horrible simulacrum they trot out each season.

now it's not just tiktokkers making videos; it's that instagram and even fucking tumblr both think you want live feeds and video-first programming. and it helps them, because videos are easier to sneak native ads into. the books coming out all have to have 78 buzzwords in them for SEO, or otherwise they don't get published. they are making a live-action remake of moana. i haven't googled it, but there's probably another marvel or starwars something coming out, no matter when you're reading this post.

and we are like "hi, this clone of project A completely misses the point of the original. it is soulless and colorless and miserable." and the company nods and says "yes totally. here is a different clone, but special." and we look at clone 2 and we say "nope, this one is still flat and bad, y'all" and they're like "no, totally, we hear you," and then they make another clone but this time it's, like, a joyless prequel. and by the time they've successfully rolled out "clone 89", the market is incredibly oversaturated, and the consumer is blamed because the company isn't turning a profit.

and like - take even something digital like the tumblr "live streaming" function i just mentioned. that has to take up server space and some amount of carbon footprint; just so this brokenass blue hellsite can roll out a feature that literally none of its userbase actually wants. the thing that's the kicker here: even something that doesn't have a physical production plant still impacts the environment.

and it all just feels like it's rolling out of control because like, you watch companies pour hundreds of thousands of dollars into a remake of a remake of something nobody wants anymore and you're like, not able to afford eggs anymore. and you tell the company that really what you want is a good story about survival and they say "okay so you mean a YA white protagonist has some kind of 'spicy' love triangle" and you're like - hey man i think you're misunderstanding the point of storytelling but they've already printed 76 versions of "city of blood and magic" and "queen of diamond rule" and spent literally millions of dollars on the movie "Candy Crush Killer: Coming to Eat You".

it's like being stuck in a room with a clown that keeps telling the same joke over and over but it's worse every time. and that would be fine but he keeps fucking charging you 6.99. and you keep being like "no, i know it made me laugh the first time, but that's because it was different and new" and the clown is just aggressively sitting there saying "well! plenty of people like my jokes! the reason you're bored of this is because maybe there's something wrong with you!"

[linkedin-offficial]

me when i get the opportunity to think about speculative biology and non-existent game mechanics in media i like

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[wasyago]

welp, didn't manage to get everything out before season 10 started, but i gotta post it one way or another so here we go! heard there was a fandom swap game going on, wanted to do a couple promts of my own :D

[napping-sapphic]

Sure you could fall in love with me but would you put up glow in the dark stars all over our bedroom walls with me? Would you paint our mailbox fun colors with me? Would you make pancakes in silly shapes and buy knickknacks we’ll never use and pick up hobbies we won’t stick to with me? Would you live and be silly and be a little dumb and be a genius and be confident and lazy and kind and angry and everything? Would you give me absolutely every side of yourself that you can??

[corpsentry]

pick your battles

[duckprintspress]

when you reblog, tell us what languages in the tags!!

[shepscapades]

Okay, one more doodle from session 2. In the words of bdubs, I too kinda love what this series is doing to etho LMAO

[egophiliac]

Serious question.

Do you think we’ll see the parents/family of each of the guys???

Like, We’ve been TEASED with Ace’s brother, that I’m starting to think it’s just a reference to that Alice in Wonderland park character in Japan and nothing else….

Jack’s family, Ruggie’s grandma, Falena, Maleficia, Ms.Rosehearts, Just now Vil’s dad is in the picture which I am really happy but now I’m wondering about his mom, and so Deuce’s mom.

I mean, some HAVE a silhouette!! It could mean they do have a design in the making/ready to show. They could’ve shown us Falena in the Tamashina (hope I said that correctly) event, but didn’t (prolly to make Leona not so σ(▼□▼メ) and it’s understandable)

Anyhow, any idea/headcannon about this? Who do you want to see first?

I'm wondering if everyone might eventually get a travel event? like they've now introduced with Vil's that it doesn't have to be specifically hometowns, so that opens things up a lot! (especially if they have to figure out how to do three separate Coral Sea visits) (how would that even work otherwise)

but yeah, I hope everyone gets a chance! there's a lot of backstory characters I would LOVE to meet. :D :D :D though I do think some of them don't really suit the more light-hearted tone of the events (pretty sure you're right about that being why Falena wasn't in Tamashina-Mina, that would've just been. too much for Leona.) so like...we're probably not ever going to meet the Rosehearts. or Maleficia (although I maintain that this would be THE funniest possible way to introduce her outside of the main story, and actually I would love this a lot, can we please Twst) (I need to see her to put Malleus in a froofy little outfit and tell him what a handsome boy he is). but they've sprung surprises like Kifaji on us, and honestly anyone who shows up and tells embarrassing stories about characters' childhoods is good in my book!

characters off the top of my head who I most want to meet: literally any of the Zigvolts, Azul's mom, Ace's brother, Che'nya's grandfather (<- I think he would be a good one for Riddle) (please just any non-terrible adult in his life), any member of Rook's family because I need to see how they managed to produce him, and...really just whoever they can come up with for Silver.