someday i’d like to break into jj abram’s house and beat him over the head with a box. then when he asks me who i am and why i’m doing this, i’ll tell him it’s a fucking mystery and then beat him over the head again for the next two years or so
At the end of Johnny’s lips, once hung a cigarette with a bright orange tip that dimmed when he exhaled. Dally wrapped his calloused hands around a beer bottle lid and tried opening it, but couldn’t. His vision was hazy enough, so he ended up smashing the cap off of the bottle on the edge of a concrete step. Not a good idea on his part, but it worked fine.
The lot’s fence lining was lined with orange flowers. A muted orange color that was almost too dark to see in the night time, but Dallas had seen the flowers so many times, he could tell you exactly what they looked like.
Orange. Not too dark of an orange, but maybe a pumpkin orange or a bright orange. That color had a lot of meaning. More than a measly cigarette tip.
Orange was the color of the shirt Johnny wore when dally met him. Orange was the color of Johnny’s favorite bubble gum. He slowly got to his feet and began walking along the side of the road and looked at the street lamps.
Orange. Not a bright orange. Maybe at one point, but not now. The bulbs were dimmed with dirt and surrounded by moths. He kept waking. Johnny promised to meet him at the lot, but never showed. How stupid. Dallas hiked his coat over his shoulders and kept walking. He often stopped and looked around hoping he’d be there, but he wasn’t. Johnny was the kid who made life a little less terrible. Johnny was the one who made Dally crack a laugh every once in awhile. Yeah sure, he was a pain in the ass, but he was dally’s pain in the ass.
Dally was all about being tough and slick, but when Cade was around, he didn’t feel like he had to keep his reputation up. He could let his walls down. He refuses to admit it, but.. He loves Johnny.
He loved the color of his eyes, the way making Johnny smile could make his whole day better, and the way he made dally feel..well..loved! Nobody else but him could do that. He loved everything about him. He knew he was too good for him. Everything Johnny did was good. He loved Johnny so much, when he was around, Dally nearly forgot what it felt like to not love himself.
He knew that voice. He could never not recognize it.
Dally flipped his body around. “Johnny?!” Nothing was there. He kept walking.
“You deserved better.”
Dally shook his head. That’s not true. Johnny was the best damn thing that has ever happened to him.
You’re drunk. He’s not there. You’re imagining it. Keep walking.
“I miss you.”
Shut up. Leave me alone. You’re not here.
“I still love you.”
That’s it. “Shut up!! Shut up, shut up, shut up!!!” He screamed and threw his 5th bottle of beer into the street and let it shatter. Hot tears started streaming down his face. He slid down a street lamp and clutched his knees to his chest. He angrily wiped his face and let a leg fall and propped his elbow on his knee. He sighed and looked up at the orange street light and pulled out a cigarette.
Lighting his bic lighter, he looked at the flame. A simple flame. Small and contained. So much destruction could come from this. It’s orange. That color. That stupid, stupid color that had so much meaning to him. The color of the gum johnny always chewed. The color of the sunset that Johnny forced him to watch. The color of the first flower Johnny ever picked for Dally. The only color that reminded him of his boy.
Orange. The color that looked best on his boy. The color of warmth and happiness.
Orange. The worst color. The color that made him happier than anything of this damn earth, but more depressed than you could ever imagine.
Orange was the only memory he had left of his boy. Orange also happened to be the last color Johnny truly saw.
Orange was the color of Johnny’s destruction.
Orange was the color of Dally’s biggest loss.
His bic lighter had gone out.
That familiar orange flame looked just as orange as the flames that destroyed them both.
Orange was the color of the flames that took his boy away from him.
the idea for this was better than how it came out. this was really shittily written and probably has typos because it was done at 4am and for that I’m sorry, but I’m gonna post it anyways because as shitty as it is, it’s not so shitty where I’m gonna gonna destroy the Internet by posting it.
ppl seemed to like my first hc about this and its 1 am and i’m nightblogging/shitposting so this is happening lmao
so they probably found out youtube (or the wizard equivalent bc the statute of secrecy is a thing) in their muggle studies class and they saw a prank video on it and were like “holy shit”
Fred’s better at filming and George is better at editing
Lee is a very frequent addition in their videos
it mostly consists of parody songs, prank videos and fake reaction videos
they also do a shit vlog where they follow percy all day and use extra proper-ness to seem extra offended by whatever he says
“can’t you two leave me alone I need to patrol the hallways”
“PERCIVAL! It is quite improper to speak like that.” “Indeed Percival, you must address others by their given names, and you must not use contractions in a formal setting.” “Quite improper.” “Very improper. Mother would be most displeased”
They get detention
They live blog detention
They tried to do the same to Ron but hermione got mad and they were like “oh shit” same when they tried to do it to Ginny
During their last year they make a semi-serious video advertising their products.
But lets be real it’s mostly them demonstrating their uses on the first years
People see the first years vomiting and there’s a large wave of people going to the hospital wing from sympathetic vomiting
When Umbridge becomes headmistress they make a rap about her.
George dresses up as Umbridge
He looks stunning in pink
Many late nights editing
There’s a brief period of time where ppl could tell them apart easier bc George was the one who napped all the time and Fred just got cranky
Ginny gave them a talking to and they scaled back enough to take better care of themselves
Lee films them leaving (with the help of Angelina and Katie) and sends the footage for Fred and George to post a video of
Once they’re out of school most of their videos turn into ones that involve their products
Not in a “BUY IT Y’ALL” way but they manage to incorporate a product in each video
The one with you-know-poo doesn’t get aired bc tbh the twins are both too scarred by the footage
they don’t get super popular but a few of their vids go viral and most people have seen at least one or have heard about it
Honestly they’re just happy because lets be honest these boys love making people laugh and they manage to do it every day with these videos
the society you live in is really fucked up, when a stranger can judge another
person based off of their portrayal of and them relating to a fictional
character; when ALL the evidence points against them being a bad person and
more likely you not knowing what you’re talking about.
person whose shown to be selfless, kind, hard-working, funny and humble can be
debased by some fuckers pathetically cruel and idiotically nasty take - cause
they think they know best due to his personality not conforming with societies
boring bullshit and him acting differently towards people cause he’s doing his
job and getting into character to give us the best performance possible, just
cause he’s not being happy go lucky with every single person on set (even
though Adam ‘I hate hugs’ Driver allowed John to continue hugging him even
though he must have felt uncomfortable) especially the OT actors like Mark
cause you’re a die-hard “fan” and can’t imagine why somebody wouldn’t…
reason Adam has social anxiety, and went/goes through depression, that he’s humble to the point of being heartbreakingly self-deprecating or that he doesn’t like physical contact- it’s judgmental
fuckers like the ones going against every great thing the SW cast has said
about him and in general what the themes of SW actually are - just cause they
can’t get their ignorant heads out of their own backsides. It’s not a hat
honey. It’s sickening, and disgusting, and it doesn’t just happen to Adam, but
so many other people too. My friend’s little brother is autistic, and he is one
of the smartest most awesome little lads I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing
- yet people treat him differently just because he’s different from them - it
makes me so angry sometimes, and sad.
like hugs, I’m introverted, I’d prefer an interesting book and a good cup of
tea over conversing with other people most days; I don’t need to explain myself
just to satisfy peoples self-righteous egos nor do they have a right to judge
me - a person they know fuck all about or why I am the way I am.
become normal in our society for us to have to explain ourselves on anything
and everything we say or do. Why the fuck should we have to explain ourselves?
What right do you have to judge us? People, not all, have lost the ability to
respect their fellow human, that we are complex creatures and you must first
learn before you judge - otherwise it’s just a cycle of judgment and
segregation and misinterpretation…it leads to walls between people, this can
lead to hate and we all know where that leads to…suffering.
Until I was
about 7, I didn’t actually know that racism, or sexism, or homophobia or discrimination
or anything like that existed. It never crossed my mind, I’d always treated
everyone equally and I never judged somebody on their skin color or their
sexual preference/gender or the way they acted - I’m not saying I was perfect,
cause I’m not believe me - I’m just saying those things weren’t concepts to me,
they never crossed my mind. I found out through a history lesson on the
Holocaust. Yeah. It left me baffled, asking why are humans seemingly so eager to
hate one another for reasons that seemed so pointless to me? I’m still baffled
to this day.
especially has always been about hope, forgiveness and most importantly love. I
know that sounds cheesy, but it’s true. It’s about people coming together, about
transcending those walls, and finding hope there in the darkness of our own
reality. It’s fiction, yes, a story - but to every story there is always some
truth. Our spec of time in infinity is not worth wasting on pettiness and judgmental
hate. I know I’m a nobody, that my voice is just a soundless plea echoing into
the endless void, but please. PLEASE. don’t be a puppet of ignorance. Our
lives are our own stories and in the most basic way possible what I’m trying to
a book by its cover.
If you got
to the end of this little rant of mine, bless you for having the patience to
deal with my tired queer mind. I don’t know I just thought about all the stuff
going around about Adam being creepy and BS assumptions of Adam from the VF
interviews, and my sadness at the hate from some antis in the tags (especially
as a Reylo shipper), and needed to just release my inner rantersaurus-rex. So
thank you, and I hope you took something from this that wasn’t 'wtf is this
weirdo going on about?’ X) and I hope you have a lovely day and know that for
all the hate in the world, there will always, ALWAYS, be people who understand
and are kind. Damn that was some heavy shit, sorry guys I’m not usually like
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ok so the ~~~drama~~~ personally idc about jack dail but that doesn’t mean i don’t believe what he’s saying
the part about them “jake pauling” him?? who the fuck cares?? for them youtube is a business and taking a percentage is part of that in some cases (also jack had to agree to this too so like boo hoo you did this to yourself) however the twins not giving jack a percentage would be fucked cause like that’s his content too
also y'all really wanna get mad at them for having a mike’s hard?? relax they could get more plastered by drinking mouthwash. now the virginity/gf stuff i 100% believe him on. i hate that fans think they’re “pure and innocent” it’s so fucking juvenile. being mature for their age does not equal not being sexually active!!!! you really think because they put their life on social media they’re gunna tell us all about their dating life?? (when people think any announcement they have is them saying they have a gf…… nobody makes a video announcing that lmao) they don’t gotta tell us shit lol
i have novels i could write about the way their fans put them on a pedestal for absolutely no reason but i’ll stay mute for now
“Then why do you do it?” Ruby prods curiously. She tilts her head, as if Yoshiko’s mind is a maths problem she’s struggling to figure out. “If it isn’t fun and doesn’t make you happy, then why do you do it?”
Yoshiko mulls over her answer for a moment. She isn’t sure of it herself; catching the train to school and then coming back from it – it’s become such a repeated action that it’s practically muscle memory at this point. “It’s kind of silly, isn’t it?” she says finally. “I’ve been wanting to become a violinist ever since I can remember. I’ve already come this far – I’m in music school. I can’t just…” She trails off.
“Give up?” Ruby guesses and her eyes narrow in worry.
Yoshiko sighs and takes another sip from her mug. Her legs idly kick back and forth under the table. “Yeah.”
Or the story in which Yoshiko weaves happiness back into the strings of her violin with the help of the redheaded pianist at her local, dingy subway station.
had a great time at the nashville liveshow :D this was the first cosplay i ever did and finished \o/ the looming taako is @thisoverhere / @nothirtysix and our friend @apocalypticnekochan was kind enough to take pictures of us :’D