#yes these have a theme. can you tell?

[chanbig]

bonus chanbig!

[100prcntbitter]

I have been busy

[cruelplatonic]

ruminating on 'the vees died despondent nobodies' thoughts

velvette interrogates vox after she hears him give various conflicting and bombastic accounts on air. a selection of these include: blew his brains out on live television, administered the death penalty for killing his "bitch wife," a tragic accident involving two shetland ponies, dubiously legal iranian yogurts, and a whole lot of cocaine. the actual cause was shockingly ordinary- a heart attack in front of the television, alone, his corpse only recovered after two weeks passed. he was watching a game show and his last mortal regret was never even learning who won, because he died during the commercials.

[stinkypeanutbutter]

Have some Taylor !! I love her aoosois much she’s such a cutie patootie :33

[doctorbrown]

DOCTOBER '24 ⸺ 「 4 / 31 * FOR THE DREAMERS 」

[REDACTED] Divergence: Twin Pines(ɑ) — %.5138802 October, 20XX, 21:35

Ellie runs her hand over the sleek hood of the Time Machine, closing her eyes as she takes a deep breath, exhaling along a slow count of five. Her heart isn’t racing, not yet, but she can feel the tension pulling at her muscles, feel every single one of her nerves fray, unravelling underneath the Herculean weight of an entire timeline.

It all rests on her shoulders. Ha–no pressure.

Is this what you felt like…? How’d you do it, Dad? Even without Uncle Doc, you—

Her dad’s face flashes in her mind, fuzzy around the edges and distorted, viewed through the lens of a long-forgotten youth, and Ellie, in the deathly silence of the hangar, nearly reaches out for the face of a man whose smile looks so much like Emmy’s, whose spirit or ghost or whatever haunts her, haunts this hangar, waiting to finally be free. 

What would he say if she gave up? Let the possibility of uncertainty reduce everything he worked for to nothing? 

Living with that would be a fate worse than Hell, wouldn’t it?

And worse, that would mean she was abandoning everything, abandoning Emmy to this nightmare because she was too much of a chicken, too cowardly when it really mattered for all her bluster and bravado over the years. 

Sighing, she lightly strikes her palm against the stainless steel door frame, using the soft pinging sound to push all her fears and worries to the back of her mind. 

Can't let Emmy see me like this. He's already worried more than enough for the both of us. 

The hanging overhead lights shoot wildly off the machine’s metal frame, ricocheting around the room and Ellie cracks a small smile at the sight, as if it is a sign that everything is going to work out. 

She knows what she has to do. She and Emmy didn't spend months arguing over this for nothing. 

I can do it. I have to do it. 

The door to the hangar swings open, groaning as it does, and Ellie immediately snaps her spine straight in spite of the almost unbearable weight determined to fold her in two. 

Emmy walks in, his face pinched in that uncharacteristic yet stubbornly persistent scowl. He's been gloomier as of late and even  threatening that his face would be permanently stuck like that couldn't lift the cloud that'd settled over him for long. His smiles were smaller these past couple weeks. Forced. 

I can't blame him. I'm probably never coming back. Not this me, anyway. He's the smart one, he knows that. 

“That's not going to be the last thing you're gonna make me see before I leave, is it? Em, it's finally happening—you could at least pretend to be happy.”

“I’m–” Scared. Yeah, I know. Emmy sets his jaw, falling back behind the sword and shield that logic and analysis have become over the last several years. She’s seen the change–the way he immediately calls for his armour when his heart starts to shatter–and Ellie is reminded all over again of why she fought him on this, tooth and nail despite it all.

“Don’t get distracted back there, El,” Emmett warns, staring long and hard into her eyes. “You’re gonna see our…” For once, Ellie pretends she doesn’t hear her brother’s voice crack and waver, doesn’t hear the hundred and one muffled screams hidden away in every word. “Parents. But you can’t stay. And you can’t let them know. Just–just do what you have to do, okay?”

She makes a show of rolling her eyes and smacking her little brother on the arm. “Look, I know. I’m not gonna fuck this up just because I’ll get to see Mom and Dad again, okay? When I get back, we’ll both get to see them.” 

I’m not going to leave you here alone.

A long silence stretches between them, pulling Ellie further and further away from her brother until, “Take this with you.” Emmy fishes his wallet out of his pocket and Ellie’s eyes widen in immediate recognition.

“Wait—” 

But Emmy ignores her, pressing a worn, well-loved photograph into her hands. The very same one they’ve propped up on the table during long nights, the one they’ve looked at over and over again, memorised every small detail of because they had to, because it was all for them, wasn’t it? 

All because of them—

Fuck.

“I want that picture back,” Emmy says and Ellie just scoffs as she grabs him by the arm, pulling him into a bone crushing hug that he doesn’t squirm against. 

“Catch you in a better timeline, Em. HEA, right?” She pats Emmy twice on the back before pulling away, determination setting her eyes ablaze. 

“HEA,” Emmy mutters as Ellie hops into the driver’s seat, slamming the door shut with a thud loud enough to wake death itself. 

The engine roars to life and Ellie gives him one last grin before she slams her foot down on the gas, leaving everything behind with a scream of rubber.

[fennthetalkingdog]

I'm just figuring out how important music is in my life! This is coming from a long while trying to cut down on my music use, mostly because I was listening to it so much that it felt more like I couldn't do anything without popping in some earbuds, and partially because of other personal reasons. Some of my routines changed, forcing me to not listen to music while doing certain things, and it ended up becoming that besides working on homework or drawing, I didn't listen to music at all. But I've given myself a break today since I have nothing to do and since, for reasons, I'm feeling just a lil crappy today—and boy, I'm starting to realize again just why I love music!!

I love the diverse music taste I've developed over the years! My family is not only big about music but big about listening to it loud, so the majority of my music taste for most of my life has just been Christian hiphop (Lecrae, KB, Andy Mineo, Trip Lee, and ironically Tonex, whose album where he was struggling hard with his gayness has been my favorite concert movie since I was 5) and gospel music (Kirk Franklin, Tye Tribbett, etc.). And music was one of the few connections between me and my race (I grew up feeling pretty estranged from my blackness as a kid, but the popular songs they played at the YMCA in the 2010s were some of the few things I could use to feel more connected) and between me and my classmates/friends at the Y (I still have fond memories of playing FNAF songs in mat forts and reciting lyrics at pool parties). But I got tired of knowing I could never bond with anyone besides family friends music taste-wise when I was in high school, and so I started listening to secular music on my own time. And that's how I first found Ghost and Pals, a vocaloid artist and one of the first secular music folks I listened to as a kid (can you smell the religious trauma yet? Lol), and that's how I bonded with one of my best friends in early college (ironically, also my first time being publically queer). Now I listen to Kpop, anime songs, songs from warriors MAPs, songs from musicals (Hamilton and In the Heights <3), latin songs, metal songs, and even some secular songs young me would've been too scared to listen to.

And music has always been one of my biggest sources of stimming! I can't dance to save my life, but music will sure get me to flick my fingers and hit my fist against my shoulder furiously. Music was one of the first clues that I like stimming with vibration too (since I love laying against the car door and turning up the music loud enough to feel the world shake around me). And music was one of the first things that made me look into ADHD or autism (specifically, listening to Ghost and Pals songs for a month straight and getting my friend at early college [who also has ADHD] to start looking at me funny when I was discovered doing chores and listening to one of three songs for the fifth time). Music is so cool it'll get me to wax poetically. It was one of the things that kept me together during my roughest times and soothed me during my best. I listen to it while I write, while I cry, while I hang out with my friends and family and while I chill by myself. It's how I relax after a long day, and it's how I feel safe. I feel kinda emotional finally having music hit that spot in me without feeling like I need it to do stuff.

[supersecretnerd]

Ok so these designs are cute as hell, the Internet is just mean

I have too many thoughts about a game I still need to watch

[vaugarde]

finally watching those videos on bw’s story that drake sent me since i was thinking about it last night and good god it’s cathartic. i love engaging with good faith criticism for once

[tsukasalover]

(credits to ssruis)

This song is the only thing keeping me going I do not play about mr showtime 😞 nothing ruined me (made my life better) the way this song did

(Sendn. Me songs to do this with in my ask box… sniffle…)

[detectivenyx]

indie horror tier list but i designed it specifically to reflect my actual opinions piss off everyone

[erikahenningsen]

The problem with American politics is that nobody's making truly weird campaign ads anymore

[katierosefun]

ough so i just finished watching heartstopper and something i do rather appreciate about this show--outside of all the beautiful queer rep and friendships--is probably just this. idea that you could be surrounded by literally the best and kindest support group and! sometimes you will still have bad days! something something when doctor who said that life is a pile of good things and a pile of bad things and the good things don't always make the bad things go away, but the bad things don't make the good things less significant or important! it is very true that you could have a million reasons to be happy, but still struggle very deeply with hurts that you've had in the past! but that's okay! that doesn't mean you're a sad story! you'll be okay! it's not bad that you have all these beautiful people in your life and still aren't 100% there all the time! you'll be! okay!

[potter-inthe-tardis]

Im gonna need someone to cast Joe Keery in a period romance asap

[sundial-bee-scribbles]

as my first act of 2023 im gonna expose myself: yes i did snap and wrote a vocaloid fic a while back, here it is

[poptartmochi]

in this house we love greek gods that preside over one specific thing and have fuckall to do for the rest of eternity <3

[starlooove]

He is in fact not cool with his friends killing people he just can’t do shit about it and the fact that he thinks he can do smth about (and does!) when it comes to his kids is like a major point