#what a year 2009

[hannahssimblr]

Agnieszka is available, actually, likely because our family pays her more than most people pay babysitters. I don’t think they’re being deliberately generous to her or anything, it’s more likely that they don’t really have a concept of how little babysitting teenagers earn. Recently Ivy asked my father what minimum wage was after hearing it discussed on the morning radio and he suggested that it was very little money. Something like thirty euros an hour, probably. 

She arrives in her usual furry coat and uncomfortable looking high heeled boots with the chill from outside clinging to her, and I invite her. I give her the awkward spiel about being allowed to watch any of the channels on TV and take what she likes from the fridge as though I am a fully grown adult, not a school boy two whole years younger than she is and then finally, forty five minutes later than I had planned, I leave the house. 

It’s Jen who answers the door when I knock, and she has an amused look on her face, “I thought you’d chickened out.”

“No,” I shiver as I step into the warmth of the hallway, kicking off my shoes and shrugging out of my coat and bag “It was my mom. She decided she had plans and left it to me to sort out a babysitter at the last minute.”

“Colette had plans?” 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought, she doesn’t have any friends, I don’t know what the hell she was doing.”

Jen leads me into the kitchen where she fills a glass of water for me, “Is it a work thing?”

“On Saturday?”

She shrugs, “Maybe she’s having an affair.”

I take the water and chug it, parched after my sprint down the seafront, “Yeah. maybe.”

“Good for her.”

I snort.

“There’s potential in this, I think we could run with this theory.”

“I love how much you love theorising about my parents. But they’re just not interesting enough to do any of the crazy things you like to think they do.”

“So you don’t think your dad is fucking the babysitter?”

I pull a face, “No. Why would she fuck him?”

“Uh! Because he’s a stone cold fox.”

“Ugh.”

“When you remove his odd personality from the equation, like, yeah, he’s objectively hot. Michelle and I had a conversation about this a while ago, and of all the parents we know, your dad is the most physically attractive.”

“God!” I let a full bodied shudder rip through me at the thought of anyone having ogled my father when he ventured downstairs to frown at us when we made too much noise at home.

“Oh don’t be so disgusted, take it as a compliment. You’re all him. You’re just like a mini Christopher.”

I’m aware of this, of course I am, but still, hearing this fact aloud makes me queasy. All I’ve ever wanted for myself was to be so supremely unlike Christopher that similarities were nowhere to be found, for people to say ‘No way. You’re related to that guy?’ But looks, my colouring, my height, my bone structure and that slight romanesque curve of my nose give it all away, these things I cannot easily change. I’ll always be recognisably Dr. Christopher Turner’s son, and every teenager in Clontarf is going to think so when they're lying in his chair watching him tighten their braces.

I shake the thoughts away, “Have you started the movie yet?”

“Started it? We’re like halfway through now.”

“I didn’t expect you to be so punctual.” 

“Half seven means half seven.” She points out, “You snooze, you lose. But still, come into the living room and watch the end of it. You might be lost but that’s not my fault.”

We creep into the darkened room together, where the only light is from the glow of the TV. It’s a particularly quiet scene in the film, and all of the emos snap their necks around to glare at me as I create noises of disturbance with my entrance. 

I whisper that I am sorry and find a place to sit on the floor near that girl with the pink hair. I touch her accidentally with my elbow and she flinches away like I am an escapee of Leper Island so I shift a good metre to the left in case I inflict myself upon her again. 

Wow. I think to myself after five minutes of concentrated silence. They’re really, actually watching the movie. Whenever I hang out with my other friends we just blab our way through it, making stupid jokes and saying ‘that’s you’ whenever someone ugly comes on screen. I don’t know what this movie is but at some point a zombie with bits of rotten flesh hanging off his face claws his way through the earth to stagger toward an oblivious canoodling couple, and I bite my lip to try and stop myself from saying it to Jen. I know it would be so funny but she would be the only one to think so. 

It’s a long film and I never fully understand what is happening, so I’m glad when the credits roll and I can get up to stretch my legs. The lights come on then and I get to see them all in their outfits, and me in the middle of them all in mine: tracksuit bottoms and a football t-shirt. The fact is that when we’re in our uniforms it’s way easier to ignore the contrasting details about us, but now as I look at them and they all stare back at me I wonder if there is true merit to this deep seated feeling I keep getting that I naturally belong in that reeking changing room, discussing the Premier League and the merits of Kid Cudi's Day 'n' Nite music video with the rugby boys instead. 

“Are we out of snacks?” Jen says as she peers into empty bowls dotted around the floor, “Damn, okay, I’ll run down to the shop for more before we start the next film, I suppose.”

“I’ll come too,” Michelle raises herself up from the couch, all legs in her fishnet tights, and then Evan does too, and I know I’ll have to go with them in case the rest of the room starts feasting on my innocent flesh while I’m left alone and vulnerable with them. It works out well this way, because there was something I was planning to talk to Evan about. 

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[odetokeons]

tumblr users on new year's eve

[herbcitty]

Here’s my @heropartnerweek make for days 2&3, species swap (squirtle has become sprigatito) and trust!

A little piece for my best friend bc it’s nearly our ten year friend-iversary. =)

[bananaeatstape]

I find it very interesting how designs and casting for classic literature characters have evolved from the earlier adaptations to the modern ones we see today.

A lot of that is definitely the target audience and how media has influenced how we see the characters.

However looking at actors and designs from 20th century retellings and comparing them to 2010’s tv shows, it just.

idk i feel like its kinda silly and fascinating to see how distanced we’ve come from the original text but not necessarily in a bad way

I mean just look:

A Christmas Carol's Ebenezer Scrooge (2009, 2022)

Edward Hyde (1931, 2015)

Sherlock Holmes (1939, 2022)

like idek dude

I guess we decided they needed to drink the yassification juice after a couple of decades and i kinda love it yet at the same time question mark ???

edit: also someone mentioned that TGS isn't a show and i sincerely apologize for not putting that in here my brain was lagging bad but i meant to refer to different types of media and it ended up looking out of place ;-;

anyways i just hope yall get my point lmao

[pokimoko]

if you’re still doing pride flag animals, could you maybe do an aroace narwhal?

Absolutely! Have a narwhal!

[blueberrybanee]

Hihihi, I'm sorry for not posting for a while, and I know this is super late, but have this drawing I made for the anniversary of the airing of Hostage Crisis, Cad Bane's first ever appearance on screen!!! :D

Okay, I'm gonna go rest now cuz I worked my ass off on this, even though it doesn't really look it to me SOBS. Goodnight y'all

[manchestereyes]

can we talk about these tweets for a second?

we know the pining is so strong here but read it again. really take the words in.

"i want to be there" - of course by this point, the pining was in full force. they'd been flirting back and forth for weeks now. they were already obsessed with each other, but weren't yet sure how deep the other's love had grown.

but after months of texting back and forth and hours of late night skype calls, dan was feeling more alive than he'd felt in years. possibly ever. finally, he'd found someone who understood him and accepted even the parts of him dan was certain no one would ever accept. and that someone was the person he'd been dreaming about for the past 2 years? surely this was a dream. but no, it's real.

"so you don't have to be brave" - this was it. this was dan laying his heart out there. he knew far too well how it felt to lie awake in fear, knowing you may never get to sleep. and it shattered him to know phil might have been feeling the same way. in this moment, he knew he'd fight off every one of phil's demons. even the ones that plagued dan himself too. if dan was there, he'd wrap his arms around phil and never let go. he'd let phil feel as scared as he needed to feel because phil had let dan feel broken and still wanted him.

and can you imagine how phil felt when he saw this?? finally, after years of feeling so lonely amongst his different friend groups, here was someone who understood him and wanted to be there for phil no matter what. someone who accepted phil's every emotion and cradled them with the utmost care in the world.

and yet. and yet he was a 3 and a half hour train ride away and phil had some exciting new youtube things coming up so it's not like he could make the journey whenever he wants. not to mention the price of a journey that long is absurd. yet it's nights like this where he would absolutely throw caution out the window if he could just to be with dan. so with his heart squeezing tighter than it's ever done before, he types out a simple "<3" in reply. because some moments don't need words. because for better or worse, dan has phil's entire heart now. but somehow phil knows he'll treat it with the gentle care he puts into everything.

so even though it's still 8 days until they meet, phil knows they'll be just fine. and he can't wait to share all these moments with dan, for as long as dan will have him.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Gaz and Soap catch Price listening to Fire Burning by Sean Kingston once and now every time he moans about their music choice they sing-shout, "somebody call 9-1-1, shawty burning on the dance floor, whoa!" and he can't say naff all about it.

[girlgerard]

genuinely love how gerard has gotten observably worse at speaking coherently over the past few years cause that’s just what unmasking is like baby

[nerdymariamania]

As someone who's been a Team Starkid fan since the beginning, since 2009... do the young fans who only know hatchetfield know the old lore?? Do you know about crying in the choir room?? Do you know the door gag? Do you know Liam's got a phone call? Do you know about the iconic accidental sing along SanFran Con appearance? This isn't me being elitist or anything, I genuinely want to know! I just feel so very much older than all of you, all the time. Does anyone remember Tanya and her gay little blonde bob???

[wewontbesleeping]

"I've never wanted to make an album full of happy songs. I don't think that's ever going to happen."

[heppileppi]

this is literally so stupid. i’m very sorry.

turns out my friend and me were both obsessed with the movie 9 when it came out, and he got me to do what I was “too cool” to do in 2009. so we made 9sonas. we’re the part of the scientist that wanted to drop all this science shit and move to LA and become a writer.

live your dreams. slap people in the face with extremely messy scribbles referencing a movie nobody’s thought about in 15 years

[nattikay]

as an avid Avatar fan, lifelong lover of animation, and someone who's done mocap cleanup professionally.....HE'S CORRECT HE'S CORRECT HE IS SO CORRECT

[mildmayfoxe]

im not going to reblog that post again from yesterday but this morning while i was making breakfast i had to hear that audiobook use the phrases “fugly slut” and “adorkable” and i can’t escalate my threats any further. just know that i am suffering

[kaikamahine]

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[rcbbiewilliams]

robbie williams videos 5/? - shame feat. gary barlow (2010)

i wrote a letter in my mind, but the words were so unkind about a man i can't remember i don't recall the reasons why; i must have meant them at the time is this the sound of sweet surrender?