#[ 00 ] ... threads.

[bye2k]

capri-sun's advergame world, planet juice (2001-2005)

[mysunfreckle]

Sean: Marion, I don't know how you're feeling bleed-wise, but I would say maybe reaching out and sensing is something that, given that we're in- Marion: I know I'm gonna get- I know I'm gonna sense the stuff, I'm not that stupid. Sean: Yeah, but you look stupid, so I- Marion: Hey, yo, no, that's enough. No, no, no, no, no. I looked stupid as a kid, but then I grew out of that. Jean: He's very handsome. Marion: And I look- thank you... Sean: I didn't say he wasn't handsome. I just said the guy- Marion: You know what? You know what I hate about you giving me shit? Sean: What's that? Marion: Nothing <3

[thedreadvampy]

What would you call the genre of 2010s-2020s TV shows which are:

stylistic, with cinematic transitions and colorful shots

kind of tonally YA adjacent but aimed at adults; snappy, irreverent, probably centering some amount of mystery or detective work

mildly goth/alternative aesthetic and tone

involve pursuit by some manner of Paranormal Agency with a 60s bureaucracy aesthetic, either time travel or something similar, and a range of superpowers

the/a villain is almost certainly a woman with piled up hair and a skirt suit who character design and affect wise is doing what Michelle Gomez did in Doctor Who. Separately, Michelle Gomez may or may not also be there.

have an ensemble cast of quirky, sarcastic and jaded characters, interacting with a rotating cast of similarly quirky side characters

often but not always a comic book adaptation; either way, involves a heightened reality which aims to be as 'comicsy' as possible while achieving emotional verisimilitude.

I'm reasonably certain this has to now count as a genre or at least a concrete aesthetic cause I can reel off so many of these. Off the top of my head; Dirk Gently, Doom Patrol, Umbrella Academy, Loki, and Dead Boy Detectives, just to start. I think weirdly tonally and aesthetically these shows owe a lot to Pushing Daisies.

anyway yeah is there a name for this?

[atinydroid]

sometimes an ADHD hyperfixation hobby doesn't have to require a honing of new skills. sometimes, as a treat, you can piggyback off of other people's skills and knowledge just enough to edge around the outskirts of skills necessary while still enjoying the hobby.

[leschanceux]

@strtravels gets angst for the new year! -

It had been one hell of a day.

It'd started off pleasant enough; a typical Saturday morning, relaxed with a pile of laundry to do and a late breakfast. Gordy had started both, settled his sister on the couch with a blanket and kids' cartoon while he made her a piece of toast and jam to persuade her to leave Dad to sleep just a little bit longer.

And then Mum had ruined it.

Again.

He'd heard her voice on the doorstep after Dad had answered the door held onto his sister, a sense of dread already rising from the put of his stomach - they'd been going along so well, had even dated to find happiness ( and Dad had even found someone nice to include in that happiness ), so of course Mum would come back with all the subtlety and compassion of a wrecking ball.

The raised voices had sparked his fight or flight response, which is why he'd already in the kitchen with his trainers on, pulling his sister's shoes on by the back door as she complained, when both his parents had appeared. Dad's expression had only confirmed Gordy's need to get out and go - and so, ignoring Evelyn's grasping claws hands and and her sickly sweet kids, he focused on Ed, gripped Moira's hand tight in his, and said "we're going to Howie's," before he slammed the door behind them.

It's been hours now, starting to get dark by the time Gordy dares to come back to their house. He'd realised that he'd forgotten his key when he'd sat down at his cousin's house, so he's had to resort to ringing the doorbell in the hopes that Dad'll answer it and let him in instead of leaving him out on the doorstep. He's reasonably certain that his mother's left - he can't hear anything from inside and all the lights are off - but he's done a loop of the street three times just to be certain that his mother's definitely gone.

If Dad doesn't answer soon, Gordy's going to have to go back to his cousin's house and ask either his aunt or uncle to try instead, but he'll give the doorbell just one more chance and ignore the creeping anxiety that Mum's done something to Dad and he's lying on the floor somewhere inside, in pain.

[monards]

[b4rtlet]

she rubs her temple with a tired smile, clearly impressed but overwhelmed, not quite sure how arriving for a weekend at the residence had led to her leaning against the doorway for the steam pipe distribution venue listening to the newest white house counsel. she could see why her dad liked her. or at least how she had impressed him enough to offer her the job. “you make it sound like you’re some kind of superhuman legal machine, and i'm not entirely sure that's untrue.”

@ve1ljumpers | I can talk so fast it won't actually take measurable time.

[waugh-bao]

[burnlikeme]

@feeblefortuity continued

This is hardly the first time Stu's been gaped at since his accident in '97. Accidents, plural, to be more accurate, but he doesn't remember the timeline so well, and he's rarely asked.

"Alright there, mate?" He looks a little bit like a hooligan, and certainly not a man with a day job, but there's little threatening about his posture, tall though he is. He's got nasty bruising beneath his eyes- eye sockets?- and a mouth missing more than one tooth. Fluffy blue hair, colorful painted nails, and untied high tops complete the image of, at best, a delinquent artist of some type.

"You w-were walking, ehm, real fast, like. Don't let me make you late to work or...or..." He can't think of somewhere else to add. This vexes him, forehead scrunching up as he thinks. "...Yeah!"

With time, he'll find his tongue again. For now, his speech is a blurry, tripping mess. The year is 2000, and Stuart Pot's got a lot of growing up to do.

[brokehorrorfan]

Terror Threads has released a Hatchet design by Yannick Bouchard. T-shirts ($30) and baseball tees ($38) are up for pre-order and will ship by September 30.

[caldermaddox]

The screen door creaked behind him, but Calder didn’t look up right away. He stood on the porch, one hand curled around a sweating glass of sweet tea, watching the sky change colors over the treetops. “Didn’t think you’d actually show,” he said, voice low, even. Not accusing—just honest.

He glanced over his shoulder then, a small flicker of something unreadable in his expression. “I wasn’t sure if I wanted company or not. Still not, maybe. But you’re here.” A beat. “So… you want to come in, or are we standing out here like ghosts?”

capping at 3: 1/3

[wcven]

@deathprcud liked for a starter

“they don't know what to do with me either," she says, eyes on the schedule printed onto the other's arm. allowed in to the meetings to offer opinions or any knowledge she might have but not trusted to train with their military. unable to enter the kitchens without crying and not let in the hospital for her history of poisoning, she was one wrong comment away from seeing the head doctor johanna complained about.

[dhampiravidi]

a laughing magician & a goddess walk into an otherworldly bar...

The Oblivion Bar wasn't Oraia's favorite place to get a drink. She wouldn't take a date there, but it was a great location to meet supernatural clients who demanded privacy. After all, the atmosphere stayed quiet, and only certain people could even find the entrance. The goddess, who was working in her capacity as an artifact dealer (and sort of a vigilante), had just been given a phylactery--an item which held the soul of a lich, to prevent the person from passing on. She was going to be the bait when a soul-devouring entity came calling. Then, using her death magic (for lack of a better term), she was going to free its victims and destroy the damn thing.

But no rush, because there was a scruffy, cute blond sitting at the bar. And she only walked away from an attractive prospect if she knew they weren't interested (or available). So she got up and took a seat right next to him.

"I'm sorry. I would've been here earlier, but I had business to take care of. D'you mind if I buy you a drink?" she asked, Classical Greek accent painting her words. It wasn't even her first language (more like her 6th or so). In her experience, though, people tended to think Greek sounded sexy.

@laughingmagi

[b4rtlet]

" somehow my character gets lost between my heart and my mouth, and i find myself saying the wrong thing or more likely nothing at all. "

starter call | @wornkindness

[joyfcll]

“But, there’s no need to be scared anymore.” // hewwoo! ♥️

𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ❝ PSSSSSHHHHH . WHAT? n o . ME ? s c a r e d ? haha — i think you've got the wrong emotion there ! ❞

joy gestured with the flourish of a wave of her hand and a good ol' raspberry for good measure. — but the truth of it was she was maybe just a little bit scared. ( maybe a lot. ) the mind was a BIG PLACE to get lost in , after all. and she really did NOT like those h e a r t l e s s thing-a-majigs !

( but that was not the point here ! she had sora ! and besides , there was NO WAY JOSE that she was gonna let those things get to her riley ! )

rallying her best GAME FACE , joy placed her hands on her hips and rallied all of her courage. ❝ doesn't matter 'cause i'm here to help ! we can help each other ! you can help me get back to headquarters , and i'll help YOU look for your friends ! oh ! this is perfect ! look at us go ! talk about TEAM AWESOME , yeah ? ❞

[yeomcn]

tag dump.