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There's always a super awkward moment when someone brings up that their parent(s) died and I gotta pause in my brain and hold back from saying 'is this a sad situation or a yay situation' cause when my mama died I was devastated by when my father died I cheered when I found his body 👀

Swifties writing in front of the stadium in Vienna today after their shows got cancelled! (August 8, 2024)

what a lonely day

I don’t even know what to caption this💔💔💔

Hylas and the Water Nymphs by Henrietta Rae (1909)

an answer to my cry

FANDOM: Borderlands (Video Game)

WORDS: 2k

CHAPTERS: 1/1

RATING: GEN

RELATIONSHIPS: (pre)Katagawa Jr. & Rhys Strongfork

“The crisp hiss of the door sliding shut behind him is nowhere near dramatic enough for his current mood, further adding fuel to Katagawa’s ever growing feverish temper. The employees wandering the halls scatter at his glowering expression, unwilling to further aggravate the man.

It is infuriating. His parents, his siblings, the board members, everyone- useless. Not a single one of them has anything constructive or, heaven-forbid in this family, positive to say about his latest efforts to uplift this company. Despite being the twelfth in line, some days it feels as though he’s the only one trying anymore.”

OR

A short one-shot of Katagawa Jr.’s frustrations while working as the twelfth in line to the Maliwan Company and his self-proclaimed embarrassing desires for companionship.  

read it on AO3

what’s up everyone, i return to writing after like three years of silence because i related to a Youngest Child who causes Problems, what can you do.

y’all just— thinking about how excited Stanley must have been to host the twins— Alex says he smokes cigars but he doesn’t smoke once in the show— has a beer gut but he only drinks sodas in front of the kids— doesn’t swear when they’re around which must have taken INCREDIBLE effort— Stanley Pines, known crook, buying pancake mix at the supermarket and many bottles of syrup— learning to cook basic healthy meals and burning so many of them before he gets it right— buying new sheets, new mattresses— avoiding bunk beds because it reminds him of Ford— looking at the attic room he made wondering “is this enough will they like me”— trying to act aloof at the bus stop so he doesn’t betray the fact that he was there hours early— watching them goof around and thinking of New Jersey beaches— then the first night they’re there, he watches them debate running away and only stay because Mabel shook a magic 8 ball. That must have kept him awake all night.

This line from Siege’s trivia page on the wiki is interesting to me. I think this would be a cool bit of worldbuilding if it was consistent, but I can’t imagine that they have actually been consistent about making every single Feline character unable to taste sweet foods, right?

Currently reading The House in The Cerulean Sea by T.J. Klune and I just had a thought. The reason why Talia is so obsessed with murder is because her parents' deaths probably weren't accidents. I could see the insinuation that they weren't but I never made the connection between that and her behavior T-T.

Excuse me for Frenchposting but- Hello???

Mr.Tumblr, sir, are you saying you're actually flagging bots? An update that's actually useful?? On MY hellsite???

EDIT: False alarm, it's from the Dashboard Unfucker I forgot I installed! Guess it's one more reason to get it

I swear to god if you're new on here you guys need to at least put a pfp or a bio or reblog smth idk. Some bots come follow me sometimes so I block them out of habit but I almost blocked someone who had none of that before checking their likes and follows and seeing it was all toh related (also you can turn this off on here too FYI)

oh beechey island heart gloves we’re really in it now (x x)

anyone else think of how terrifying sock opera must have been for mabel

like

when bipper’s looking down at her with that shit-eating grin, holding the rope?? Yk, that iconic scene??

Yeah, I can’t imagine how Mabel must have felt or how many nightmares sprung from that.

just. Imagine with me, okay? You’re twelve. You have a twin brother who’s been there for you your whole life, and always has your best interest at heart. He’s given up so much for you, and you’ve tried your best to help him in return, helping him solve mysteries and engaging in the things he enjoys with him. You don’t have to do that, but you do, because you want him to be happy.

And one day, something odd happens. He hasn’t gotten a lot of sleep lately, so maybe it’s just sleep deprivation! Maybe he’s just. ..Acting so oddly,, because he’s tired!

yeah. That’s it. At least he wants to help you with your crush for once, even if he wanted to focus on that laptop earlier. You feel kinda bad about ignoring it, but c’monnnn!! This guy is. So hot. You can’t help yourself! .. probably.

When you’re almost halfway through your attempt to impress this guy, this.. puppet you made starts floating, talking to you in the voice of your brother, telling you that he did something stupid (made a deal), and his body is currently being possessed by this triangle jerk you encountered earlier in the summer.

… kinda a lot to take in, but hey!! At least you know what was off now. .. wow, you’re kind of a bad sister for not noticing, huh?

anyways, he needs your help! But it could totally ruin your chances with this guy…. But that doesn’t matter, he needs your help. This only happened because you didn’t help him earlier, so you gotta help him now, right??

you rush to find the only thing that could possibly help you in this scenario. The journal.

And when you do find it, well..

even though you know that is not your brother, that’s a demon, possessing your brother’s body.. it still looks like him. And never have you felt such utter horror, such primal fear at the sight of a simple grin, ear. to. ear.

seeing him above you, standing on the catwalk makes you feel small, useless, insignificant.

and the expression on his face is one you hope you never see his facial features contort into again.

And he’s holding onto the rope that could mean the difference between life or death for you, the rope that is holding you and the wooden cake in the air. You’re lucky he caught it in the first place.

He could drop it any time he wants. Let go any time he wants. And he does, briefly, toying with you.

When your eyes widen and fear squeezes at your heart, he laughs at your pathetic, meaningless actions.

and even though you know it isn’t your brother. You know it’s not him, it’s not him, it’s not, it’s not…

And yet. It sounds like him. His laugh. The little one he makes whenever you make a silly joke, or fall over dramatically, possibly at the expense of your dignity. The one you have heard so many times, usually just as innocent and sweet as the last. And now you hear it again, and even if it’s something else laughing through him,, you can’t help but hear it. Tainted with ill intent.

The day does get saved, however. Your brother gets back into his own body not too much later. And everything is back to normal!

….. but.

You can’t help but remember that moment whenever he smiles a bit too wide, or laughs a bit too hard.

You can’t help but stay awake at night, replaying that moment. Telling yourself that it wasn’t him.

And you still have nightmares about it, too. Where you don’t notice until it’s too late and that thing that looks and sounds like him but isn’t him is back and this time you’ve lost, you’ve lost, you’ve lost!

..you wish you were a better sister.