ARE U OKAY BECAUSE I'M NOT

Okay but surrealism aside all of these Southern Gothic posts are literally how the South is and I’m cackling. 

We’ve got creepy ass 24/7 diners that say open but you can’t find the staff for half an hour. 

There’s a haunted house and a murder/ghost story in every town. 

There’s always a fishing hole no one goes to because of a tragedy living in the waters. 

The woods are dark and hunting season is the only time you enter them. So many ghost stories. Haunted everything. 

The mountains are alive with the sound of screaming. 

Devil’s tramping grounds, hollers, woods, stones, you name it, we got it. 

The old people may be racist and bigoted, but they have skin-crawling tales of caution and they’re all true. 

Everyone knows someone who’s drowned. 

We’ve all got a weird cousin who left the family and never came back. No one knows the circumstances of their disappearance but they were always an “odd duck.” 

Community is a foreign concept to many until autumn. People come in droves from the mountain valleys and hollers bearing crafts and baked goods for sale. Apple butter can be smelled from half a mile away and the sound of fiddles fill the air. You will not see these people again until next autumn. 

There are cemeteries everywhere, but the ones unloved are left for a reason. 

Do not step on the graves, but behind them. If you step on them, apologize to avoid haunting. 

Old oak trees = do not fuck with the tree. 

100% Facts, I’m not even joking. 

neil and andrew’s first kiss is so important

it’s andrew giving in to an impulse he’s been fighting off because he knows deep down kissing neil would not be anything like kissing roland. because he cares about neil and he hates it but he knows that there’s no turning back now

it’s neil figuring out that he really does want this but still unsure if it’s worth the risk

it’s andrew saying ‘tell me no’ and neil not saying anything because he’s kind of in the middle of a crisis and he wants to kiss andrew, he doesn’t want to say ‘no’ but he can’t say ‘yes’ yet either

and it’s andrew pushing neil away even though he doesn’t tell him ‘no’ because he didn’t say ‘yes’ either and he knows that even if he had neil isn’t in any state of mind to be able to give consent

that kiss on the roof is the start of everything and andrew is terrified of falling but he’s really too late to stop it 

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Red Dwarf + AO3 Tags

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*curls into a ball* don’t talk to me

Bonus pain: Hunk blocking all memories of his family by thinking of food; the perfect decoy because no one will question it

Okay but imagine:
Persephone making a flower crown for Hades and it’s his favorite thing ever and he wears it all the time and nobody would ever say anything bad about it because a.) are u really gonna insult the God of the underworld and b.) everyone in the underworld loves Perse she’s like the den mother of hell

picture this: 

you’re me. you’re in the theatre, watching moana for the first time. you’re already kind of overwhelmed by emotion after “we know the way” because damn, you could almost feel the ocean wind blowing on your face. maui is a lot of fun and although you’re more than a little concerned about accurate polynesian representation (you’ll be sure to look up discourse later, surely there’s plenty of it), you’re still having a good time.

then the crab shows up. oh, okay. he seems like a typical goofy villain who’ll be easily defeated by a show of wits on moana’s part, the comical relief. he loves to talk about himself? who’d have guessed, he’s completely decked out in bling. oh, he’s gonna do it in song form? that’s fine, another musical number is always g-

then he starts singing, and then you realize. 

shit. he has a really goddamn nice voice.

now this is entirely unfair, because the song itself is built to sound a bit seductive in the first place. later you’ll find out after an obsessive googling session that it was a david bowie homage, which will lessen your shame a little bit, but only a little bit. for now you’re sitting there utterly and completely confused because why is this happening, this sparkling crab motherfucker has no business sounding so… so… your brain refuses to choke out the word as the song continues in its glorious splendor, then comes to a halt as maui grabs his hook off the crab’s back. no, no, no! that was too short, even just for a quick musical number! that can’t be the full song, can it…? but maui’s struggling to revert back to his bird form, moana’s in trouble, tamatoa’s looming over maui with a grin on his face–

then,

“well, well, well;

little maui’s having trouble with his look,

you little semi-demi-minigod…

your heart gives a leap into your throat. was that a growl you detected in his voice? why are you reacting to this????? you’re just happy that there’s more song, right??? oh my god, is the crab actually throwing maui around??? look at maui, he’s being demolished, someone please help him, oh holy god, this is so dark, why am i enjoying this, now the crab is a neon disco ball and his face is a glowing pattern like dr facilier, he’s going to eat maui and moana, why is his voice so low and- and- wh-

by now your heart is hammering out a steady 120 bpm and even when the song is over, none of it fades from your mind. for the rest of the film an image is imprinted in the back of your head, and it’s one of the crab dragging maui across the floor in time with the music. you know you’re going to look up clips of this song for hours afterward. you don’t know who the voice actor is yet, but you sure as shit are going to find out. and even as you exit the theatre there’s a heavy heat in your face emanating from the shame you’re feeling that you can’t bring yourself to explain. that was weird. really, really weird. you haven’t felt this excited and shaken since you were a kid and just had your first rollercoaster ride. except that rollercoaster didn’t make you feel like a goddamn filthy sinner afterward.

at some point in the future, like now, when you’re on tumblr after your first class and figure there’s nothing left to lose anymore, you will admit not just to yourself but to your 1700-odd followers that maybe, just maybe, you were attracted to tamatoa the crab (thanks to the splendid work of jemaine clement, who you now follow on twitter because reasons). there’s no real point in denying it anyway. besides, this is the internet. you know you’re not alone in this at all.

  • Me: *spends first night sleeping next to boyfriend*
  • Phone: *vibrates on night stand*
  • Boyfriend: *wakes slowly*
  • Me: *checks phone*
  • Sherlock fandom: THE THIRD EPISODE TITLE IS "THE FINAL PROBLEM" THIS IS NOT A DRILL
  • Me: *instantly awake*
  • Me: HOLY FUCK NOOOOOO WE ARE SO DOOMED
  • Boyfriend: ...?! u okay?
  • Me: THE FINAL PROBLEM!!! NOOOO!

“THREE…TWO…ONE…HAPPY NEW YEAR!” everyone shouts, clapping as the clock strikes twelve and a new year rolls in. but for dan and phil, they’re less focused on the passing of the year and more on each other. phil has his arms wrapped around dan’s neck, and dan has his snaked around phil’s waist as they lean in to each other, their lips locking together like they were made for each other, bodies moving together as if nothing else matters except for the two of them. everyone quiets down, and appreciates the couple’s embrace. “damn, they love each other,” zoe whispers to tyler, who laughs and whispers back, “no shit, have you seen them?”

“i love you so much, dan,” phil gasps, leaning out and looking at his boyfriend. “happy new year, love,” dan smiles and kisses phil one more time. “it’s not fair!” tyler murmers to zoe, who giggles quietly. “i think they were made for each other.”

  • me: why did i write 3 dear evan hansen fanfics in 24 hours?
  • me 2 me: it's because u love the characters
  • me: tru
  • me 2 me: it's also because of ur constant need for validation
  • me: okay that's tru too

EVERYONE KNOWS NCT U WAS A FREAKING AMAZING UNIT WITH AN AMAZING BOP! Y'all literally don’t have to bring it up every freaking day, we know this. Stop with the rude ass comments about how “NCT Dream and NCT 127 aren’t as good as NCT U”. If NCT U isn’t back, it’s because y'all slept on them when they debuted, okay? Half of the people bitching about this are people who joined the party too fucking late. If y'all had supported them from the beginning, I think SM would have ran with this unit and pushed them to do more, but you slept on them. Stop with your rude comments, because at this point, even if NCT U did make a comeback, it probably wouldn’t be with the exact same members. And don’t drag NCT Dream or NCT 127 just because you prefer NCT U. If you like them that much then you shouldn’t have slept on them.

Originally posted by realitytvgifs

  • Me: It's okay to be unsure of your gender/sexuality!!1! It's totally cool to be figuring yourself out!
  • Me @ me: except you bc u need to get ur stuff together and figure out what the heck u are right now immediately

way-of-flowers  asked:

For every ☹ I get I will show a sample of a muse I used to play but don’t anymore. Or send a ☻ for a muse I would like to play, but haven’t yet!

Silence in heaven as it was on earth.

That wish, that dream will never come, he thinks. To feel good about the future is but an exercise in futility. No, what must one hope for is to not die today, and tomorrow, and the next, and the next. A war said to only last a day, or some weeks, or some months, and now ongoing for three years; no, he thinks, he believes – what one has to hope for that is no more youth is sent to die in vain.

Yet Baron Hans von Hammer here, the so-called Hammer of Hell, one whom death follows and loves – he cannot fully commit to defeat and malaise. The desire for survival is equal to the desire to protect and fight for his fatherland. Even as he laments his role in failing to extend the pilots of his fledglings, his pilots under him in the Jadgstaffel, (the skies will never change, kill or be killed), he cannot fail his country. He cannot.

(Such a contradiction in sentimentality and patriotism, what weakness!)

But nature sometimes is kind and fickle, as likely influenced by humans’ destruction of her.

“…Flowers?”

The succinct smell of gardenias and lilies, scents he remembers very faintly from his mother’s garden. From a time of peace, he can’t help but be distracted, curious, or maybe just aching for a piece of warmth to shoo away the loneliness

Look how cooly/your lips are cold/the wolf, he stares and stares/you killed my brother who saved you!/his touch is like death!/he goes to the forest to hunt/I had to get away/here is your reward!/before I’d stopped breathing!/even after his kills!

–no, merely wondering is what he is, as he walks with calmness to the source. He stops when he says a young girl, a very explicitly not German girl, tending to flowers with the same kindness his mother had, a trait he inherited whether he’d admit it or not. He is wary of her, as he had to be of those who may have joined the fight against his country, but he is not an animal. Before land, before fortune, before everything, his father taught him, comes honor. Thus, there is no need to pull a gun or reject her behavior towards him in a way uncouth. She was above all a woman, and they were to be treated with dignity no matter their race.

The bouquet she holds out eventually, she equally as wary but more welcoming than would a soldier, is filled with chrysanthemums. The cruel joke of the flower’s meaning is not lost on him. That the killer skies make sure to remind him of his role as a human killing machine is not lost on him.

(Or perhaps, befitting a lonely man, he overthought everything.)

“Nein, fraulein,” so left the words from his lips, even as he couldn’t take his eyes off her. (The world is large, why would you think it small as it used to be?) “I’m afraid your beautiful flowers may wilt before one like I.”

I would love to play: Hans von Hammer from DC Comics’ Enemy Ace!

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Hey there buddy chum pal friend buddy pal chum bud friend fella bruther amigo pal buddy friend chummy chum pal, I don’t mean to be rude my friend pal home slice bread slice dawg but I gotta warn ya if u take one more diddly darn step right there in gonna have to diddly darn snap your neck and wowza wouldn’t that be a crummy juncture huh? Do u want that? Do u wish upon yourself to come into physical experience with a crummy juncture because friend buddy chum friend chum pally pal chum friend if u keep this up then we’ll gosh diddly darn I just might have to get not so friendly with u my friendly friend friend pal friend buddy chum pally friend chum buddy

(I took the time to write all this out from the video, and yes it was a waste of time but I don’t regret anything at all. It was totally worth it)

Ps the video is not mine, just found it and thought it was cool

ameliaapond  asked:

IM SO HAPPY YOU FEEL THAT WAY ABOUT OCTAVIA!!!! It's so hard because everyone is so against her because of what she did, but people don't realise WHAT HAPPENED TO HER!

The characters and the entire situation are gray, but Octavia has been chalked up to a big joke, i.e. all her nicknames. I understand memes. And I understand people who are angry at her. I definitely am too, sometimes.
But Octavia and Bellamy were forced into a bad situation from the moment she was born. Neither of them could help what happened after that until they went down to Earth. Bellamy did his best to raise her and protect her at all costs for years and years. But it gave them an unhealthy parent-child mentality that has caused tons of strain on their relationship. As much as they love each other, and they do, we often hurt the ones we love the most.
No one can say that Bellamy did not have a hand in the spiral of events that led to Lincoln’s death. He never wanted it, his heart is gold, and he would never want the people closest to him to be hurt, but it happened… and as much as we all were yelling at our screens for Octavia to trust Bellamy and let him help her, Octavia shouldn’t have been expected the way that she was by some sides of fandom to trust him after he’d been on the other side, actively working against his friends during this time.
It sucks that she is lashing out at Bellamy. I hate to hear his voice crack in despair and be upset over their broken relationship, and I don’t necessarily think he deserves it at this point. But it’s not about whether he deserves it. Everything about Octavia’s grief has to do with her. Octavia’s reaction to grief is a result of her learned behavior since Pike first beat up Murphy on the Ark to teach the kids a lesson for the ground, since they first landed on the ground and Jasper was speared for no reason, since the delinquents were attacked several times over, since she basically joined Trikru and learned to fight, and learned to hold off mourning the dead until the war is over. And she has channeled all her anger into continuing on in this war, holding back anything but anger and relinquishing it on her perceived enemies.
Octavia knows Bellamy loves her. But I must be a demon for telling my parents I hated them when I was younger, for coming close to running away, for being aggressive when I shouldn’t have been, for throwing things, and for worse. I’ve had issues with anger all my life. But I’ve grown emotionally. And my family never played any part in the death of someone else I loved.
In the world of The 100, characters are often losing people very close to them in terrible ways. Y'all rage at the way that Lincoln died, but get angry when Octavia is upset. She’s not justified for blaming Bellamy so harshly because it certainly wasn’t all his fault, or for beating him, because again, he never meant for Lincoln’s death to happen, but she’s grieving. Instead of facing it, she’s channeled it into being destructive. After fear, rage and death is all she’s known. Maybe we should wish for her to learn understanding and gentleness instead of wishing that she’d die as if she isn’t young, as if she can’t grow, as if she can’t learn that what she did was wrong and apologize. But idk that’s just me.

Edit: Because I’m worried people will perceive me to be someone who excuses abuse, I just wanna say more explicitly that I don’t condone Octavia beating Bellamy. I know it’s important to talk about the emotional impact on Bellamy and how awful it was for her to physically beat someone who loves her and how that affects their bond, and Bellamy as a victim of abuse, but that’s still rooted in what I discussed above, the behavior Octavia has learned from all those she looks up to. But she channeled it wrong, clearly. Actually, that makes me think about how Octavia should perceive Bellamy, who displayed dominance over the delinquents with “chaos” when they landed and who shot people who she knew were sent to protect them. I know Bellamys intentions were good and they potentially could have turned on them, like at Mount Weather, but this is gray. End point: Octavia isn’t a cupcake who should be coddled, but she can learn to be better. And hopefully she’ll apologize.