IS THAT BILLY TYSOOOOOOOON??????!!!!!!!???????? 馃槺馃槺馃槺
No, Lemon. That is Charlie Swan, and I'm gonna let you in on a secret.
Charlie Swan is the Chief of Police from Forks, Washington. Due to no fault of his own, his daughter falls in love with a vampire and eventually becomes an immortal. This significant life change requires her to move towns every so often to avoid detection since she and her husband never age (and their random child who does age but also doesn't and is somehow fated to a werewolf like 25 years older than her...let's forget about that part). Maybe Charlie wants to go with her sometimes?
So, it was no surprise that "Billy Tyson" turned up in Austin, Texas. I know he'd allegedly been there for ages, but I DON'T BELIEVE IT. In fact, he's Charlie Swan by another name, concealing his identity by changing emergency services, growing a ratty beard. BUT WE KNOW. The penchant for plaid says it all.
(Ignore the fact that it would be very hard for Bella and Edward to live in Texas without sparkling constantly).
There's really no other explanation. Owen Strand should watch his back or Charlie I mean Billy is going to get his daughter or son in law to give him a little bitey bitey.
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just want you all to know that until one opens their eyes I am 100% assuming they look like mai's and they're siblings
"You're crazy, not everything is connected to Mai" "You're insane and obssessed you need to calm down" nice arguments unfortunately I Will Not.
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Really crack headcanon about Pritchard because its midnight and why the fuck not:
Pritchard is his last name. Richard is his first name. He just goes by his last because he doesn't want people to start calling him dick.
He doesn't want to tell people his first name either once he introduces himself as Pritchard because people would start making fun of him and calling him Richard Pritchard all the time.
It backfired because Halt and Crowley still make fun of the name Pritchard by calling Pritty, Pritty Boi and prick.
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So did we ever establish that Zach Weinersmith has another tumblr account or are we continuing to believe he just happens to be on the same bullshit as us far more often than anyone else is?
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an angle i enjoy in cosmic/eldritch horror is when, instead resorting to the old classic "the horrors being so incomprehensible that they break your brain and drive you mad" clich茅, the premise is that in comprehending the horrors you are so changed by the experience that your new state is indistinguishable to an outside observer from madness. you comprehend the unknowable just fine, but actually communicating that to anyone else is impossible because they just don't have the mental framework required to understand it. the eldritch horrors don't drive you mad. what does is the ordinary everyday horror of finding yourself isolated, ridiculed and doubted at every turn, no matter how hard you try to make yourself heard and understood.
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the problem is that being single is seen as the consolidation prize, and not the natural neutral state of being-a-person. at the end of the movie or the book or the poetry, there is a person waiting for you at the altar, and they love you. if the play is a comedy, everyone gets married. the metaphor is about how you are not-whole. the metaphor is about how everyone is going to be happily-ever-after. the metaphor is that romantic love is the most important resource on the planet, not just all-love. all-love is not a thing, that is a disappointment. the treasure is not the friends we made along the way. the treasure is the girl you landed.
the metaphor is that you cannot be alone, that means you are broken. are you getting over someone? that is acceptable, you can be getting over someone, but not for long. you must be single because you would rather not be single. you must be single and looking to not-be-single. you must want to date, eventually.
friendship and community are never seen as being equal-to or even-better than romantic connection. that person is your one! you need to find them. you need to hunt through the sand particles until you can shift out some kind of gem. this is regardless to your own experience of the beach and the sun. you need to be somewhere with someone.
if you are taking this time alone to heal, that is so sad. everyone gives you this little pitying look. the understanding is that you are not actually happier than you were before you were single. it is seen as a sort of pity - oh, you are choosing yourself, making yourself the priority? - that isn't quite right. you must mean that you are making yourself ready for the right person. you are just laying the bed better this time. open up your heart. you'll find them, we promise!
what do you mean you're really-truly genuinely-very happy? you are probably misremembering what it was like to be in a relationship. and besides, once you meet your person, that time will look grey and bland and wasted. your person is the only way for you to see in color. so what if you have taken this time - for the first time in your entire life - to actually-for-real do the fucking work. you can be proud of yourself, sure. but the way we need to know that you got better is that you get a partner. you're healed enough for the next bad part!
people don't choose to be single, they just say they're choosing to be single - they actually mean "nobody wants to date me." it doesn't matter how many people you have gently rejected or how many times you've talked it over carefully in therapy. what matters is that you are single, and by all accounts - that means you are something worth our pity. your successes and life all seem pale in the sunlight. sure, you have done amazing things and finally found your way in life. what matters is that there wasn't a person in the room with you while you did it.
you want to tell them - that's the whole thing. i didn't know how to be alone in the room. i didn't know how to handle the silence. every moment was so sharp, and i kept choosing the wrong way to close the door. i have spent my entire life in the empty well, living in the ricochet of someone else's cruelty. for once i have built myself a ladder. for once everything i taste is all mine, every bite of sunshine and laughter. i have learned how to sleep out in the open with my memories. recently, they have started to purr.
your father rolls his eyes. listen. this isn't about you. i just want a grandchild in my future.
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