#are you ready for this

[theriseofthebravetangleddragons]

The Lighthouse of St-Jackson

A mood board following my latest post about my growing number of pins for this story AU that I cannot seem to put into words.

The first thing you must know, is that I do not know much of historical lighthouse keeping as All I've seen is a handful of videos about the food and tasks, but by no means is this story this be read critically or historically accurate, fully fictional here,

Also I'm not here to romanticize what was probably some super depressing life ordeal to upkeep a lighthouse in these times, but I am here to make up some queer, sad and hopeful love story about my blorbies.

THE CONCEPT

This Au is essentially, what if they keep a lighthouse together. And they fall in love and they live the highs and lows of lighthouse keeping in historical times. Think late 1880's through like titanic era stuff?

THE SETTING

St-Jackson's Lighthouse was named after a local man who believed in merfolk after ending up on shore of the isle safe and sound post a fall into the waters. There he setup the Light. Shining every night In look the mers who saved him. Though he heard the folk at large. He was a sailor, cursed to never know more, and ordered to tend to the icy winds of winters yonder at sea. Where moon did not shine, solely did he through the night, turning the pivot, and checking the flame every hour; and through the longest nights, the sickness of sea and lack of people, did Sailor Jackson guard the bay in time of hardship.

But in spring, they say he sang to the wind and upon one day found a folk of the sea, hurt by nearby fishing. The story goes he nursed the merperson back to health, healing wounds with past of algae. And with time he adorned the lighthouse with shells and glass and sea folk visions. Hidden deep within the heart of the lighthouse is where ashes and remains left to be. Of old age the man did go, cared for, it is said by a folk of the sea, who one day could trade fins for feet. The folk of the deep waters do not like to be disturbed nowadays. But it is said that one good deed done once, proves right for a man to be different.

It is said his spirit hangs around the spots where the water turns to ice and shines upon the thick sludge of icy waters amongst which he wished to be. The lighthouse keeps on lighting the way, where frozen water touches rock and away from the folks of the sea who live in peace.

St-Jackson's Lighthouse was commissioned by the local government and payed the keeper a less than fair sum. It was white and made of wood over a layer of cast stone. Overtime, different keepers made adjustments; With time a building grew by the lighthouse and connected to, it housed a family of 6 at one point. The family decided to return to shore at the end of a 3 year contract, and to give best advice to a son, Mr. Forst gave away the lighthouse to his eldest son, coincidentally named Jackson.

Though short names were the fashion, most often did the boy with pale hair and blue eyes go by, Jack.

Funnily enough, a spelling mistake upon baptism misnamed him further, so to the eyes of the law and upon contract, the latest lighthouse keeper at St-Jackson's had signed a 10 year-agreement under oath of the Sear Lighters as Jack Frost.

With meagre pay and lack of people, Jack finds himself looking out to the sea at times and sometimes out of the corner of his eye, see a girl at the shore of the isle, raking through sand and galets. Looking for history that's past.

And so began the story from Jack's perspective...

[end of prologue]

[skellymom]

Hidden Citizens - Ready For This feat. Sam Tinnesz [Official Audio]

This song is dedicated to The Clone Rebellion that hopefully we'll see some of in S3 The Bad Batch. Here's our man Rex! ❤️✨

[autoneurotic]

i’m going to burst into tears. such a hauntingly stupid and wonderful phrase to immortalize somewhere. LOOK AT PIttbert!

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[fly-chicken]

A Pragmatic and surprisingly comforting perspective about the Trump 2nd Presidency from the ACLU

***Apologies if this is how you found out the 2024 election results***

Blacked out part is my name.

I’m not going to let this make me give up. It’s disheartening, and today I will wallow, probably tomorrow too

AND

I will continue to do my part in my community to spread the activism and promote change for the world I want to live in. I want to change the world AND help with the dishes.

And I won’t let an orange pit stain be what stops me from trying to be better.

A link to donate to the ACLU if able and inclined. I know I am

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Dick, holding Wally’s hand while they lie in bed: God I love this bed. God I love this house. And you. Especially you.

Voice: How domestic.

Wally: God?

Damian in his Robin suit, holding his bleeding side: No. It’s me. May one of you please direct me to the nearest medical kit.

[Frantic scrambling]

[wishfulsketching]

LISTEN. Ambessa could've solved the situation. She is the Twink Hunter 3000, she could've confused Silco enough to save him from himself

Although, now that I think about it, Silco is a bit too old for Ambessa :(

[wordybee]

I have now read All Systems Red from The Murderbot Diaries, and I think the main charm of it is I went in fully expecting a "Humans treat robots like appliances then some of them slowly learn not to because of This One Special Example" but instead the crew immediately goes "No, Murderbot is a person. Look at it, it's got anxiety."

Meanwhile, Murderbot itself is like "Why was I cursed with a face. Please treat me like an appliance so I don't have to make eye contact with any of you. I've got anxiety."

[hansoeii]

we go just right.

[phantomrose96]

I think we should have a turn of phrase for "I'm not in the right, but I AM annoyed with this situation, so I just need to go bitch to a friend about this before I suck it up and go do the right thing" because more and more I'm finding this is a critical element of functional adulthood.

[jeyneofpoole]

the children keep clipping my songs for their ‘tick tock’ audios louis. they do not even know the lyrics they are using ma musique sombre to gyrate in a sickening fashion for their sycophants to slaver over i have poured my heart and soul into my art and they have sped it up to form some sort of esthétique. louis how do i make them stop this grotesquerie mon cher please

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hey now, Let her cook!

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[jeyumi]

Something something—I think it would be very funny if Tfone Starscream got a head start on betraying Megatron by just… not leaving with him in his banishment. Starstay AU: 1 2 3 4

[novelconcepts]

I Saw the TV Glow is such a uniquely, devastatingly queer story. Two queer kids trapped in suburbia. Both of them sensing something isn’t quite right with their lives. Both of them knowing that wrongness could kill them. One of them getting out, trying on new names, new places, new ways of being. Trying to claw her way to fully understanding herself, trying to grasp the true reality of her existence. Succeeding. Going back to help the other, to try so desperately to rescue an old friend, to show the path forward. Being called crazy. Because, to someone who hasn’t gotten out, even trying seems crazy. Feels crazy. Looks, on the surface, like dying.

And to have that other queer kid be so terrified of the internal revolution that is accepting himself that he inadvertently stays buried. Stays in a situation that will suffocate him. Choke the life out of him. Choke the joy out of him. Have him so terrified of possibly being crazy that he, instead, lives with a repression so extreme, it quite literally is killing him. And still, still, he apologizes for it. Apologizes over and over and over, to people who don’t see him. Who never have. Who never will. Because it’s better than being crazy. Because it’s safer than digging his way out. Killing the image everyone sees to rise again as something free and true and authentic. My god. My god, this movie. It shattered me.