Nya

what if, in some au, lyney is an old marionette puppet, made from wood cut from an enchanted forest so that he could move and think on his own, whose circus has discarded him and his sister, lynette, aside in favour of newer, more elegant ones. for years, they lie there, unmoving, gathering dust and cobwebs, the very purpose of their existences stripped from them by those who created it. slowly, their consciousness fades with their colour, until they are little more than a pair of standard marionettes lying amidst the faded memories of an old fairground.

one day, you, an aspiring artist and carpenter, stumble into an abandoned circus tent, and discover a pair of life-sized puppets slumped in the corner. upon closer inspection, your breath is taken away by how intricately they are designed, and it pains you to see these beautiful masterpieces in such a state of disrepair; so, you take them home with you, and part with your savings to buy high-quality paints. through day and night, you painstakingly go over what remains of the now-flaking paint of the puppets, adding little details and flourishes of your own here and there when the original is too faded to follow. you add a little teardrop on the cheek of one puppet—you imagine he smiles a lot, but inside is sad—and a star on the other’s: she strikes you as the one with true inner confidence. you don’t know why you think these things about them; they’re just pieces of wood after all. if they could talk, though, this is how you picture they’d act.

you grow oddly fond of these puppets, often talking to them while you work as though they are real people who can hear what you have to say. sometimes, you pat their heads or their shoulders, and congratulate them for being such good patients.

the warmth of this human touch stirs lyney back into a state of sentience. he can feel new paint on his wooden skin, sense the care and passion with which you’ve brought these forgotten marionettes back to beauty. he can also sense lynette beginning to wake up like he has, similarly prompted back into the world by this newfound presence.

he sits there, unmoving, as you paint and polish them for hours on end, rambling on about your passions and everything you have to do later in the day, and curiously enough, lyney starts… well, he thinks he starts falling for you. 

as a man crafted of wood, he knows he has no heart. so why does he look forward to whenever you return to your workshop, humming to yourself as you work? why does he yearn to reach out and hold your hand to his cheek when you’re cupping his face, eyes narrowed with concentration as you add little details with your brush to his eyebrow? 

however, he’s too afraid to reveal his sentience to you: what if you’re afraid of him and his sister, and leave him like the circus did? what if you grow to hate him? 

so he stays motionless, pretending to be mere woods as you renovate him. maybe, when you finish, he’ll reveal himself to you properly. 

maybe.

until then, he’ll wait.

why must we play god

Artistic representation of how the lemon was invented in the first place

"citrus are whores" is not something i expected to see on the hellsite today

I’m not wrong though they are EASILY the sluttiest fruits. You don’t see Rosales pulling this shit. I mean yeah apples will breed weird new apples but nothing fucks around like citrus.

#so we’re slutshaming the fruits now? 

Tags that look homophobic without context

I MEAN technically squashes are fruits and they are also EXTREMELY SLUTTY.

The lemon and lime fanfic warnings ARE based on scientific fact.

The lemon and lime

fanfic warnings ARE based on

scientific fact.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Self-inserts are a form of self-love. What’s a better self-confidence boost than saying “If I were in my favorite series, I would look SO COOL and all my blorbos would be MADLY IN LOVE WITH ME and I would have AWESOME POWERS and I would have the BEST BACKSTORY and the fandom would ADORE ME.”

I am re playing Resident Evil 4 and what the hell is this

when they say be there or be square and you dont show up

It’s him. It’s president evil.

Had enough of this dude

even with those four numbers there are countless possible combinations good luck with figuring out which one is the right one you punk

*straightens calculator*

It’s pretty likely that it’s a four digit number, and as there are four digits chosen there, that means that there cannot be any repetition. This mean that there are:

n!/(n-4)! possible orders. As ‘n’ is 4 (number of digits available). 4!/0! which becomes 4x3x2x1/1 which simplifies to 24. That means that there are 24 possible combinations of codes. This would take you about two or three minutes to input all possible codes.

Unless an alarm goes off if you don’t get it right in 3 tries

*straightens calculator again*

Kick the fucking door in

well ‘technically’ the code is most likley 1970. statistically, a majority of people, when told to choose a 4 digit code will choose their birth year. and this key pad is obviously a few years old to put it nicely, thats most likley it. 

some sherlock holmes shit just went down over here

No, no, no. Don’t base your deductions of psychology. Let’s talk chemistry. When you first press a button, there’s more of the natural oils on your skin, and therefore it wears down the numbers on the keys faster. Obviously 0 is the first one, then. Try 0791 first.

Sherlock out.

woah.

it got better

and this is why the sherlock fandom could either rule the world or end it….

Close, but not quite, I think. People will almost always choose a number they can remember. What’s memorable about 0791? Try 0719 - a birthday, 19th of July. That is more likely.

Those deductions are great and all, but unnecessary.

The light is green.

The door is already open.

And that’s why we have a John Watson.

This is “top 10 favorite posts” level.

Omg, it’s actually on my dash! This post is like a fossil!

Idk if I’ve rebloged this before, but I’ll reblog this legend again

Smithsonian? I’ve found the quintessential Tumblr and Sherlock fandom post. Yes. I would consider it definitive.

Ahh it’s back.

Legend of a post. 10/10 recommend reblogging.

this post is on my dash I feel HONORED

THE POST OF LEGENDS HAS RESURFACED ON MY DASH

I’VE ONLY EVER SEEN THIS IN SCREENSHOTS OMG

On your dash? I dig for gold like this,,, by looking at my mutual pages.

I’ve only seen this on Pinterest!

*gasp* THE SACRED TEXTS!

:O

THIS IS A LEGENDARY POST I HAVE BEEN GRACED BY IT’S APPEARANCE!!!

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

yesssss

Why did Tumblr stop doing stuff like this, it’s genuinely fascinating, and cute that we include our favorite media in things we do

Well. Since you asked. I was on tumblr as this post was being built in 2013. The height of superwholock. Which has, since then, been declared peak cringe. So people picked new fandoms to openly love in earnest. Which were also eventually declared cringe. Eventually the youth decided to cut out the middleman, and declared loving anything in earnest to be fully cringe. So it has been a really long time since the day to day users of tumblr have let any fandom create anything nearing the cultural phenomenon that was superwholock. And it is exactly those cultural phenomena that are needed to create posts like this.

So. What happened? Cringe culture happened.

Try and imagine what would happen if this post wasn’t the “sacred texts” only ever seen in screen shots and in pinterest. Try and imagine any current pop culture detective media fandom creating this post today. They’d be slaughtered for being cringe by the time (in this case) Sherlock was mentined.

But because this post is 10 years old and completely broke containment, it’s celebrated when it graces our dashes.

I blazed a small fandom event announcement.  Because I was genuinely excited to be part of a Big Bang for a wonderful movie.  One of the first responses I got was “Why would you blaze this?” Because of genuine excitement. Because I wanted to celebrate the friends I’d met in the fandom To spread joy to people who might also like the content but hadn’t seen it yet.   The fact that that was genuinely not realized made me sad.  I love thing, I celebrate thing.   I’m too old for cringe.  Cringe is dead.  Love what you love.  Enjoy the small things in life, it’s too short to do otherwise.

CRINGE CULTURE DIED AND WE KILLED IT.

CRINGE CULTURE DIED AND

WE KILLED IT.SPREAD THE LOVE FOR

YOUR FAVORITE SHOWS

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

ii just remembered ii have liike 2 weeks to make a mockup for a potentiial tattoo ii wanna get but ii straiight up wholeheartedly Do Not have the energy to do that

5 notes and iill get rhe voiid aspect iicon smack dab between my tiiddiies iidc ii Wiill do iit

ii just remembered ii have liike 2 weeks to make a mockup for a potentiial tattoo ii wanna get but ii straiight up wholeheartedly Do Not have the energy to do that

5 notes and iill get rhe voiid aspect iicon smack dab between my tiiddiies iidc ii Wiill do iit

You are gatekeeping your monster country from humans, especially the Fatui.

THEY ARE NOT ALLOWED IN THERE.

ESPECIALY YOU, CHILDE.

the issue with having been a fan of danganronpa is that "they fucked in that cactus ring" is just the new "they fucked in that exisal hangar" to me. sorry.

I’m going insane

grian going afk on a llama at first. scar coming over and seeing him on the llama, talking about how cute he is

joel repeatedly telling scar and cleo that they can’t steal grian. “he’s a bad boy you can’t make him a part of your team” “where’s our grian?”

scar setting up a rails to steal grian, making it seem like a rollercoaster. scar singing “I can show you the world” like it’s a past memory, a recollection, a reminder. it’s a secret shared only between grian and scar but grian isn’t around to hear it

cleo helping scar steal grian and they manage to successfully do it. joel and jimmy going to get him back

but what I’m Specifically stuck on is joel saying scar can’t make grian join his group. that he’s a bad boy. it’s joel and jimmy knowing damn well the connection that grian and scar have — that they will always have no matter the world. no matter the game. their souls are tied together so much that you can’t tell where one ends and where one begins.

and it’s joel trying to put his foot down and remind scar that grian didn’t chose him this time around. “he’s a bad boy” he’s not yours. he’s ours. you can’t have him.

yet scar tries anyway, because what is he if not perpetually stuck in the desert?

this photo set is titled "what if there was a dog running loose around the shopping district and a few of the Hermits texted Xisuma about it"

my favourite type of fan fictions are like. Slightly canon divergent. Like everything is the same but we fix this one annoying detail you can’t stand and let it butterfly effect the whole story.

"idk how tumblr works" it doesn't. hope this helps 🙏

It doesn't

I already said this