#letters from : nesting dreams <3

[randomveyn]

so how do you think Shuhei would deal with having a crush (who is this cute, gorgeous, little lady) who is asked who they find the most handsome in appearence? (Probably by Rangiku tbh xD. I imagine Shuhei, Izuru and Rangiku and crush hanging out). And crush is like “Kenpachi and Renji, it’s the scars and tattoo’s to be honest… i’ve spoken to other women and they talk about how handsome Byakuya is, but I just don’t see it”. (You wrote shuhei worries about his scars and tattoos)?

“does she see me or just my tattoos?” HAHAA shuhei is insecure in every little thing! i think his scars bring back some sad, nostalgic memories. it reminds him of his peaceful student days, of his fellow comrades who sacrificed in the battlefield, of his defected taicho who taught him the philosophy of battle for justice. he also thinks the scar is there to push him to be stronger, for the sake of his loved ones. (hugs for u shuhei 🥺)

✨ another long rambles under the cut ✨

as for the 69 tattoo, he's getting flushed cheeks after learning what it means in the modern world of living. but a part of him was still grateful for that incident bc he got to meet his muguruma-taicho. (got his ass saved and threateningly cheered him up too lol) so yeah, he got it tattooed out of respect. no regrets.

now, we can't say the same for the other tattoo. (i first thought it's a stripe/bandage or an accessory?? like it's just there for fashion?? lolol) i mean…i wouldn't have known why he got it. nobody knows. kubo-sensei needs to do some explanation here pls. but i can imagine shuhei looking into the mirror daily and be like “what tf were you thinking back then??” pat his back and tell him it's okay. everyone went through that phase. 😌

if his crush complimented kenpachi and renji for their tattoos and scars, shuhei would feel a bit conscious around these two. he might even stalk them out of curiosity. like “what do they have that i don't?”

rangiku would be laughing her ass off bc he got fired up over the smallest things his crush commented on. “he's a simp! that's what the youngsters in the world of living would call him!” she cackled while elbowing the facepalming kira beside her.

shuhei might go to the squad 11, using training as an excuse but he won't stop eyeing their spiky haired taicho the entire time. eventually, kenpachi would notice that and confront him about it. poor shuhei is shaking under this 6ft tall man, spilling the beans about his crush.

kenpachi just…doesn't understand. and he doesn't care i guess. he have no interest in dating and stuff, he's all about instinct and fight. but since shuhei brought this to his attention, he figured he can do whatever he wants about it. he's straightforward so he came up with the dumbest idea ever. “your woman like scars? then, fight me and get more scars!” rip shuhei 💀

okay now we've come to renji. i vaguely remember he got his tattoo after he graduated from the shinigami school. i also remember shuhei once lead his class on a field training and the trio (kira, renji and hinamori) was gushing about him.

my theory is, renji got inspired by shuhei about tattooing. (imagine kira trying to talk him out of it but renji was all “but hisagi-san is so badass with those! i want it too!!!”) so if shuhei ever voiced his concern about it, i think renji would know how to reassure him.

but don't trust his suggestion though. his fashion sense can be as bad as shuhei's guitar playing. “hisagi-san! you should get this glasses! you'd look cool with it!!” (it's so bad that ichigo want to pretend he dk these two on the street)

this is an off topic but lemme rant about byakuya a bit HAHA i rmb the first time i saw him i'm like “okay not the type of guy i'd like. thank you, next.” then i got into past arc and TEEN BYAKUYA!! HES A TSUNDERE 😍 HES SO CUTE I CAN'T!! 😫 but yeah that was pretty short-lived and we never see his tsundere tendencies again. (maybe there is…but he's more of a kuudere now) and i'm kinda torn in between “i only like him in his teenage!!” and “should i just love him as a whole??” basically i just refused to admit i like him 💀

okay thanks for listening to my crazy rambles. 🫶🏻

[yourbelgianthings]

aforementioned giant list of mountain goats songs for taz

sadly some characters i couldn’t find a song i thought fit for (i.e. angus) that doesn’t mean i don’t like them!!

Magnus- Against Pollution, Spent Gladiator 2, Training Montage, Billy the Kid’s Dream of Magic Shoes

Merle- Hebrews 11:40, Harlem Roulette, January 31 438, Noche Del Guajalote

Taako- Up the Wolves, Get Lonely, Get Famous

Barry- Blues in Dallas, Love Love Love

Johann- Your Belgian Things, Harlem Roulette

Lucretia- Old College Try, Heel Turn 2, Game Shows Touch Our Lives

Davenport- Idylls of the King, Maybe Sprout Wings

Hurley- Magpie, Love Love Love

Sloane- Dilaudid

Lucas- In Memory of Satan

Lup- Going Invisible 2

Taakitz- The Age of Kings, The Coroner’s Gambit

Blupjeans- Bluejays and Cardinals

Carey and Killian- Animal Mask, 1 Corinthians 13: 8-10

IPRE- High Hawk Season, Corsican Mastiff Stride, When A Powerful Animal Comes

Aubrey- There Will Be No Divorce, Dinu Lipatti’s Bones, Amy aka Spent Gladiator 1, Shadow Song, Song For An Old Friend

Duck- Midland, New Monster Avenue, In the Hidden Places, As Many Candles As Possible

Ned- Cotton, Wild Sage, Estate Sale Sign, Prowl Great Cain, The Mess Inside, Bleed Out, Going to Hungary

The Pine Guard- Fire Editorial

Pigeon- Jeff Davis County Blues

Mama- Midland, Bones Don’t Rust

Barclay- Color in Your Cheeks, If You See Light, Harbor Me

Minerva- The Young Thousands, Luna, Mobile, Clean Slate

Dani- Blueberry Frost

Keith- Alpha Rats Nest

Hollis- Alpha Rats Nest, Amy aka Spent Gladiator 1, Guys on Every Corner

Boyd- The House that Dripped Blood

Indrid- Alabama Nova

Thacker- Elijah, How to Embrace A Swamp Creature

Amber- The Recognition Scene, International Small Arms Traffic Blues, Oceanographer’s Choice, 1 John 4:16, Bones Don’t Rust, The Young Thousands, Family Happiness, Game Shows Touch Our Lives, Genesis 3:23

Devo- Cotton, Up the Wolves, Get Lonely, New Zion, Outer Scorpion Squadron, Hopeful Assassins of Zeno, Never Quite Free, Cry for Judas, Mark on You, Autoclave, Genesis 3:23

Zoox- Song for Lonely Giants, Incandescent Ruins, Autoclave

Oksana/Kodira- The Recognition Scene, Oceanographer’s Choice, Luna, Genesis 3:23

Orlean- Trick Mirror, New Zion, In Memory of Satan

The Curator- Deuteronomy 2:10

The Shoreside Community- Letter from Belgium, Going to Lebanon 2

The Coriolis Crew- Steal Smoked Fish

[emprexxluxaic]

ᰋ ׅ࣪ ꒰ possible symbols ♡︎ meeting places in meeting your future spouse ꒱

⠀ׅ ♡⠀࣪ emprexxluxaic ⸺ your ángel ׅ ࣪ 𝅄

book a reading ﹏ ✿𝆬  available ⬞ ࣪ ࿀

NOTE : in this reading i name some symbols or even how will you meet your fs, i don't used different photos instead i used same images to test your intuition,good luck(LOL JUST REALIZE I POSTED THE WRONG PACシ︎

PILE 1 PILE 2 PILE 3

PILE 4 PILE 5 PILE 6

⠀ᨳ  ࣪ .  ⠀𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦⠀    ── ⠀   ˚   ✧ 

STRAWBERRY ONE

banks,goverment stablishment,a reletive by marriage,four-leaf clover,nest aggs,caution signs,written letters,a ring,proposal of a couple,money signs(recieving alot of money),diamonds,ranking in uniforms,police,military,politician,into sports,acquaintance of your workmate,good luck signs(anything that symbolizes goodlucks),serious looking,alcohol,nighclubs and bars.

STRAWBERRY TWO

peaceful environment,a bright smile,knitting or sewing things,right signs,proposal,dream about them,feminine energy,the word beautiful,neighbor,buying in department store in home appliances section,vandalism about bussiness,wearing shirt that has 4 wheel vehicle,a celebrity?,fame,color red,wishing wells,cautions signs,repeating numbers,amd wearing eyeglasses.

STRAWBERRY THREE

university/campus/schools,messages from spirit guides,growth within inside either you or them,part-time work,peace signs or peaceful surroundings,yard,busy,workaholic,talkative,older than you,power and authority,works as lawyer/judge/police officer,foreigner,been married?,knife,and sad eyes.

STRAWBERRY FOUR

death of someone,beaches/lakes,dark color,cold weather,winter,foreigner,power and authority,older than you,cold personality,window or widowed or divorced,cold aura/personality,a leader,a public servant,works in medical field,exams,hot person,summertime,a happy family,seeing lovers that causes to assume your only single in this world,quiet person,interested in psychology,a ticket,a wallet/jewelry left in the ground,social event,a gift from them,and a clock hanging in the wall.

STRAWBERRY FIVE

butterflies,student,younger,body language,their fingers,sport events,gym,job interview,goodluck signs,two female friends/siblings,written notes,a receipt/check,messeges from spirit guides,a place fro higher learning,lost license/certificate/ticket/wallet/jewelry that owned by them,family oriented,wishing wells, being on the top in success,teeths?,sharp objects,word violence, and ice.

STRAWBERRY SIX

skull symbol,works in medical field,exams,bussiness minded,butterflies,clubs,hard worker,into sports,rank in uniform,from wealthy family or wealthy person,wishing wells,younger,closes with female family members or friends,4 friends/siblings(2boys-2girls),arts,actor,artist,poet,filling water of cups,beaches/lakes,speed,airplaine,flights,travel,and freedom.

──⠀۪ ♡ ۫ donatation and tip ୨୧ [ 𝚒'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 ! ]

♡⃝ ࣪ ۪ છ۪ 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𓂂 ׄׄ ᘡ 𝅄 masterlist

[saylorsaysstop]

⭐️ TOP 10 READS ⭐️

I wasn't really dabbling with the book community when I picked up reading again in September 2023 but now in January 2024, I've read 32 books (not a lot but I'm picking up speed finally!) and here are my TOP 10 reads so far on my reading journey 💘📚

Starting at #10...

#10: ICEBREAKER | Hannah Grace

This was one of the first books I read. It was also my first sports romance. I didn't think hockey would be it for me but WOWZA did Nate Hawkins change me. His and Stassie's relationship was a quick one that took my breath away. The spice? You wouldn't have convinced me of the fllth in this book when I picked it up. Honestly, the pages moaned when I opened them. Such a good read! Highly recommend. I'm currently reading WILDFIRE (Russ and Aurora's story) and cannot WAIT for Henry's book! He was my favorite side character 💘

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

#9: SECRETLY YOURS | Tessa Bailey

Secretly Yours was my introduction to Tessa Bailey who has honestly become one of my top 5 authors. I love her writing style. A third person typically isn't my cup of tea, but Tessa can change you. This was a great take on a little grumpy x mega sunshine action. Julian Vos is a sucker for his girl and secretly a little freak too. Absolutely loved this! Also, I loved the secret admirer letters back and forth. So good.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️

#8: Unfortunately Yours | Tessa Bailey

This is the second book after Secretly Yours. This follows Julian's sister, Natalie, and August Cates. We meet both of these people in Secretly Yours. There's nothing I love more than a marriage of convenience trope with a little splash of enemies to lovers, but knowing that the MMC has fallen in love first. August Cates? He is a WHOLE MAN. An ex-Marine who is set to keep his late best friend's vineyard dreams alive, his and Natalie's explosive relationship is a succulent read... And in the bedroom? Well, let's just say. He makes it fit. 🔥

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

#7: ADDICTED TO YOU | Krista & Becca Ritchie

The first book in the Calloway Sisters series follows two very complicated people, Loren Hale and Lily Calloway. Best friends since childhood who both face terrible addictions (Loren is an alcoholic and Lily is a sex addict), they've been playing their families for years that they've been together. They do this so they can help others hide their addictions. But when everything blows up and each realizes the other does have a problem, everything goes south. This book had me in tears. It is emotionally tragic and I adore LiLo SO much. I've read Ricochet and am going to start the 3rd book either this month or in February... Also, you may just fall in love with Connor Cobalt. I said what I said 💗

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

#6: FLAWLESS | Elsie Silver

When in doubt, remember what Big & Rich said. Save a horse, ride a cowboy. If you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy. My first cowboy romance ever and I was hooked from the very first page. We meet Rhett Eaton, a playboy bull rider with a hatred for milk unlike no other. He needs his reputation fixed and handled. Enter Summer. The most sunshiney person you'd ever meet gives this bull rider a run for his money. And the sex? Oh wowza. It's so good.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

#5: A COURT OF THORNS & ROSES | SJM

My introduction to ACOTAR started off strong. I adored Tamlin (if you know, you know) we follow Feyre Archeron and her journey. I can't say much except you need to read this. It is one of the best series I've ever read, which is why my next 4 are ACOTAR too.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️

#4: A COURT OF MIST & FURY | SJM

ahhhhhhHHHHHH. I CRIED LIKE A BABY. RHYS?? Rhys is my husband. I can't help it.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

#3: A COURT OF WINGS & RUIN | SJM

I cried even harder reading this one. Again, I can't spoil it.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

#2: A COURT OF SILVER FLAMES | SJM

This is by far my FAVORITE. I am a Nesta girly. Deep down, out of all the Archeron sisters, I relate to Nesta the most. And Cassian is my favorite bat boy... Gah lay. I cannot wait for Azriel's book.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

#1: HAUNTING ADELINE | H.D. CARLTON

My number one book... Is Haunting Adeline. I don't want to hear any negativity. This book changed me. I've got so many book boyfriends, but Zade Meadows beats them all. He is unstoppable. This book had me screaming at the top of my lungs and had me fighting for air. Zade had me questioning everything about myself. He is the dark boyfriend for me. I have Hunting Adeline and desperately want to read, but was trying to get through some of my TBR. I started it and cried by the third chapter so I had to put it down because I just KNOW Hunting will wreck me.

RATING: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ | SPICE: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

[krowbby]

Hogfather footnotes poll, Part 1!

Since it's Hogswatch season, I'm back with another footnote poll! Hogfather has a ton of footnotes, so this has to be split into 2 parts :P Part 2 linked here!

Full text of each footnote plus a little context for each is below the readmore so this post isn't a mile long. Enjoy!

Later on they took the blood out to make the stories more acceptable to children, or at least to the people who had to read them aloud to children rather than the children themselves (who, on the whole, are quite keen on blood provided it’s being shed by the deserving*) *That is to say, those who deserve to shed blood. Or possibly not. You never quite know with some kids.

"The sign which says ‘Do not, under any circumstances, open this door’?” “Of course I’ve read it,” said Ridcully. “Why d’yer think I want it opened?” “Er…why?” said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. “To see why they wanted it shut, of course.” * *This exchange contains almost all you need to know about human civilization. At least, those bits of it that are now under the sea, fenced off, or still smoking.

Downey stood up with some relief and walked over to his large drinks cabinet. His hand hovered over the Guild’s ancient and valuable tantalus, with its labeled decanters of Mur, Nig, Trop, and Yeksihw.* *It’s a sad and terrible thing that high-born folk really have thought that the servants would be totally fooled if spirits were put into decanters that were cunningly labeled backward. And also throughout history the more politically conscious butler has taken it on trust, and with rather more justification, that his employers will not notice if the whiskey is topped up with eniru. 

He was called Peachy, although no one had ever found out why.* *Peachy was not someone you generally asked questions of, except the sort that go like: “If-if-if-if I give you all my money could you possibly not break the other leg, thank you so much?”

[…]but who were nevertheless inconveniently positioned where they were and could much better be located on, for example, a sea bed somewhere.* *Chickenwire had got his name from his own individual contribution to the science of this very specialized “concrete overshoe” form of waste disposal. An unfortunate drawback of the process was the tendency for bits of the client to eventually detach and float to the surface, causing much comment in the general population. Enough chicken wire, he’d pointed out, would solve that, while also allowing the ingress of crabs and fish going about their vital recycling activities. 

[…]said his brother [Medium Dave].* *Ankh-Morpork's underworld, which was so big that the overworld floated around on top of it like a very small hen trying to mother a nest of ostrich chicks, already had Big Dave, Fat Dave, Mad Dave, Wee Davey, and Lanky Dai. Everyone had to find their niche. 

MOST OF THE LETTERS… THEY DON’T REALLY BELIEVE. THEY PRETEND TO BELIEVE JUST IN CASE.* *This is very similar to the suggestion put forward by the Quirmian philosopher Ventre, who said, “Possible the gods exist, and possibly they do not. So why not believe in them in any case? If it’s all true you’ll go to a lovely place when you die, and if it isn’t then you’ve lost nothing, right?” When he died he woke up in a circle of gods holding nasty-looking sticks and one of them said, “We’re going to show you what we think of Mr. Clever Dick in these parts…”

Despite the decorations put up inexpertly by Igor the barman to show willing,* Biers was not a family place. *He’d done his best. But black and purple and vomit yellow weren’t a good color combination for paper chains, and no Hogswatch fairy doll should be nailed up by its head. 

Fairies aren’t necessarily little twinkly creatures. It’s purely a job description, and the commonest ones aren’t even visible.* A fairy is simply any creature currently employed under supernatural laws to take things away[…] *Such as the Electric Drill Chuck Key Fairy. 

Apparently he ran a fruit stall and was married to a girl called Angie.* *Who was (according to Sideney’s mother) a bit of a catch since her father owned a half-share in an eel pie shop in Gleam Street, you must know her, got all her own teeth and a wooden leg you’d hardly notice, got a sister called Continence, lovely girl, why didn’t she invite her along for tea next time he was over, not that she hardly saw her son the big wizard at all these days, but you never knew and if the magic thing didn’t work out then a quarter-share in a thriving eel pie business was not to be sneezed at…

He’d seen the way the others reacted around Teatime, and they were men who did things he’d only dreamed of.* *Not, that is, things that he wanted to do, or wanted done to him. Just things that he dreamed of, in the armpit of a bad night.

Juvenile teeth earned no less than a dollar each from her father, without argument.* *In fact, when she was eight she’d found a collection of animal skulls in an attic, relict of some former duke of an inquiring turn of mind. Her father had been a bit preoccupied with affairs of state and she’d made twenty-seven dollars before being found out. The hippopotamus molar had, with hindsight, been a mistake. Skulls never frightened her, even then. 

[ghouletteanon]

Mushy May: Day 30 - Love letters

This is the next to last one, it's been such a fun ride. Prompt list for Mushy May can be found here, curated by the divine @forlorn-crows.

Relationship: Sunshine/Cumulus/Cirrus

Summary: Sunny finds love notes after her mates left for tour and writes one herself. Very sappy slice of life.

Word count: 634

Rating: Gen

Sunshine finds the first note before the band has left. It’s a pink sticky note in the shape of a heart, stuck to the bathroom mirror in the ghoulette room, and on it written in Cumulus’ neat handwriting You look wonderful, Sunny!

Sunshine smiles, warmth spreading inside her and she leaves the note on the mirror. It’s a good reminder. She does not mention finding the note to Cumulus or Cirrus when they kiss goodbye, but Aether points out that there’s a sticky note stuck to her back when they return inside the Abbey.

I got your back. It’s in Cirrus’ writing this time, in beautiful cursive on a green sticky note that Sunshine had not realised she had left on her back when they hugged. Sunshine is impressed, Cirrus rarely does pranks like this and it makes Sunshine melt on the inside.

There is a note that says We love your sunny smile on the orange juice bottle in the fridge that she finds when she heats up dinner for her and Aether. It's in Cirrus' handwriting, crammed on a small yellow sticky-note.

In the evening, when Sunshine has finished her chores and spammed Copia with pictures of the rats enjoying their dinner, she finds a new one. It's on the inside of the walk-in closet door. It's an apologetic note, covered in doodled hearts and stickers, written in Cumulus’ handwriting but signed by both of them. You smell like home. Sorry not sorry we took your hoodies.

Sunshine finds two of her hoodies missing, replaced by ones belonging to Cirrus' and Cumulus’. She buries her nose into the familiar smell of her mates. Nobody is there to see her weep, missing her mates as she hugs the hoodies close. She did not cry earlier, but now the tears flow freely as nobody is there to make her feel embarrassed. Trying her best not to get the hoodies dirty, Sunshine dries her tears and blows her nose with the sleeve of the shirt she’s already wearing. Yeah, much better.

Sunshine takes the hoodies with her, and rearranges the bed so that she can sleep surrounded by the smells of her mates. The nest still feels empty, but the hoodies help her feel less alone. She calls Cumulus and Cirrus that night, but they carefully avoid talking about missing each other and just share what their days have been like and end the night with I-love-you’s and sweet-dreams.

The You’re sweeter than honey on top of the honey jar is a bit obvious and very sappy, but Sunshine loves the pun. What makes it extra special is that it had not been there the night before, making it obvious that Aether or some other ghoul has been roped into this. Her girlfriends are ridiculous. She takes the note and stores it safely in a journal with the other love notes, next to the very detailed rat husbandry instructions left by Copia so that she can see it every day.

There are several notes that appear over the following days, but there is one that makes Sunshine feel especially loved.

Your voice is so sinfully beautiful it could make an angel fall is in her song folder. It takes a few days to find it, as Sunshine has not felt like singing without her mates. Mist successfully roped her into a ghoulette-only jam session and that’s the night she finally finds it. It’s from Cumulus, written on a heart shaped sticky-note.

Sunshine writes a note of her own, a simple Ditto <3 in glitter gel pen, and takes a photo of the two notes and sends it to her ridiculous mate. What she has done to deserve them is a mystery, but she is grateful to whatever unholy higher power who has brought them together.

[faintingheroine]

The endings of the first three chapters of Aşk-ı Memnu:

“Beyond, the trembling light of the lamp seemed to be wrestling the secret shadows of the room. The growing, disproportionately swelling shadows of the bottles on the table were overflowing onto the floorboards. Now Bihter was lying in her bed, having drawn the net barrier between her dream and reality, a breath of slumber was beginning to flutter in the silence of the room. Only – like a young dove waiting at the edge of its nest to ask for a piece of sunshine from the horizon – a small, chubby, white leg was hanging from the bed, through the net, and swinging nervously and irritably, with a flirtatious, lascivious invitation, and apparently calling sundry dreams to this dream bed. ‘Yes!’ it said, ‘come here, luxurious mansions, white canoes, mahogany boats, carriages, fabrics, jewels, all those beautiful things, all those gilded visions… You, all of you, come here…’”

(Chapter 1)

My commentary: Light and darkness are constantly clashing in Bihter’s story and when she is unable to light a candle, she dies. If I recall correctly, Robert Finn did also talk about this in his analysis. Also notice the conflation of sex and material goods in this first chapter.

“‘Father!…’ she said. ‘You will love me, you will love me just the way you do now, won’t you?’

Her father kissed the soft hair that brushed his lips and murmured, ‘of course!…’

Nihal stopped for a second, as if trying to find the strength to say what she was going to say. Then, without lifting her head from her father’s shoulder, as if it were a point of support whose light she was afraid to lose, ‘if that is so, there’s no harm. Let her come!’ she said.”

(Chapter 2)

My commentary: Her father is “a point of support whose light she was afraid to lose”, unlike Bihter, Nihal has a source of light in a person.

“He was still looking at the picture, but without seeing it. He kept following that problem in his mind. He recalled his uncle’s words. ‘Yes,’ he said to himself. ‘An elegant aunt, an elegant marriage, an elegant mother, and an elegant sister! All elegant!… We will be part of the Melih Bey set.’

Wanting to explain an idea to the pictures that filled the walls of his room he threw up his hands, and animated by a dance melody that bubbled up inside him, after two turns of a waltz he threw himself into a chair at the other end of the room with a shout of ‘hurrah!’…”

(Chapter 3)

My commentary: Behlül is enamored with fashionability just like Bihter. Also interesting that Adnan tells Behlül that he is getting “an elegant aunt” for him, Bihter is like a fancy doll for Adnan. Also relevant is Behlül’s theatricality that will arguably cause his downfall when he drops Firdevs’s letter at the end while attempting at theatrical funniness.

***

I grouped these three chapter endings together because they all showcase each three main character’s opinions, hopes and fears regarding the subject of this novel (Adnan and Bihter’s marriage). Halit Ziya knew how to end a chapter.

[vulune]

I wanna hear your thoughts on sunday and robin's relationship!!! also maybe the differences ( and similarities? ) between caelus and steel :3

ON SUNDAY AND ROBIN - these two! are so! important! to! me! everytime we see robin, sunday is with her - and judging alone by the letter we find in the dewlight pavilion - share cares so much for him. couple that with their lightcone from their childhood, and it is so ABUNDANTLY clear that they are incredibly close and robin is sunday's whole world. idk about you layla but when i write sunday, i always write him from the perspective of having done a lot of what he has done to ensure that she is mostly free. they both center heavily around 'caged bird' thematics - with robin's splash art, her songs, etc, and with sunday's pierced wings to keep him from 'flight.' i can only assume that there is something special about them (as aside from maeven and gopher - who could very well be their parents or some shit, they are the only two halovians we see with wings) which is why the dreammaster adopted them. anyways, back on track. i think robin and sunday both love penacony and the dreamscape, but robin's job was to spread the message of harmony - and with sunday's help - simultaneously 'fly the nest' so to speak. because i think sunday - sunday is very aware of what is happening in penacony, obviously, and has been for A LONG time, and did not want his sister subjected to that - so he facilitated her dream, he helped her achieve it, and together, robin was able to achieve intergalactic fame. it is very clear that robin worries about sunday - how much time he spends in the dreamscape, how she wonders if this dream is something they both want anymore, etc. and while we still don't know a lot of robin's inner thoughts (staring at the leakers with both my eyeballs rn), i think it's safe to say that they very much love each other in that way that only close siblings can, and would effectively do anything for one another. as for robin's personal opinion - she obviously looks up to her big brother immensely, and tries to spoil him at every given opportunity. she probably can never get him to leave penacony, but loves spending time with him, loves when they can just sing together or swap stories. sunday is her favorite person in the whole universe im going to cry now brb. ON CAELUS AND STELLE - honestly, i subscribe to the idea of the trailblazer's, regardless of avatar, being literally the same person. the only difference to me is personality. caelus is a bit more cheerful and openly unhinged, while stelle is more reserved and deadpan. but dw. she's still just as unhinged, it just doesn't come out in words as often as caelus' does. i think stelle is a touch more serious - but not in a way that really matters, and fundamentally aside from one being in a skirt and the other not, they're pretty much the same.

[rustbeltjessie]

Years ago, I made a zine mad lib. (You can read more about it/find the blank version here.) Today, I realized that I had never filled it out. So, I used various online generators and list randomizers and did it! The story that resulted is under the cut.

What We Sneer About When We Sneer About Chalga

Glam Anticipation

The day before, I'd fainted 1,277 miles, from Joliet to Ann Arbor. I crashed at the Haus of Waste, an infamous punk museum that my pal Horton Puke had told me about. The whole place smelled like stale peanut oil and rotting cabbage. There was graffiti on the walls, sloppy lettering spelling out messages like: "Make Art, Not War," and "Now I Wanna Sniff Some Glue." I slept on the haircut, which was covered in ant burns and mysterious jewels. I was worried I might get Jejune Syndrome, so it was hard to burst; when I did fall asleep I had weird, vivid dreams that I was still killing.

I was awakened early, by 19 mangy coatis nibbling on my toes. Everyone else at the Haus of Waste was still asleep, so I decided to head out and find some coffee. I wandered the wet, foamy streets of Sunlight Grove. The day was unseasonably silly, more like September than January. Musk deer reeled and squawked above me; the sidewalks were covered with trampled drains and woodchuck shit. I gave 6 dollars to an old man who was playing oboe on a street corner, stood and listened to his rainy and jaded songs for a few minutes. I walked a bit more, and then I came upon a coffee shop called Rise & Grind. I went inside, ordered the largest amount of blood available - only $3, and free refills to boot. I had them put it in my travel mug, the one I got from Fuel Cafe in Milwaukee.

"Oh shit, you're from Milwaukee?" the barista asked. "Sorta," I said. "But I live in Chicago now." "Awesome! I love both of those towns. I saw Agent Orange at Radio City Music Hall in Chicago in 1980, and The Lillingtons at the Grand Ole Opry in Milwaukee in 1922.” "Cool."

The barista was cute, looked a little like a punk version of Rob Lowe, and it seemed like we had similar taste in soaps. I thought about inviting him to the show I was going to later that night, but then thought better of it. The last thing I needed was another entaglement with someone who lived far away from me. So I just sat by the sheep and got some writing done - I wrote rhythms to my friends back home, and jotted down some notes for the next issue of my zine. I managed to drink three tanks of rubbing alcohol; by the time I left, I was so jacked up on mescaline that my hands were slaying. "Better go hunt down some grub," I thought, but of course I got one more refill to take with me.

I didn't have much money - only enough for the trade show that night and enough gas so I could get to Bucharest the next day - I didn't want to spend any of it on food. It was dumpster-scamming time. The first three Rubbermaid Slim Jims I looked in didn't have anything rapid in them - the first was empty, the second had food in it, but it was all macabre, and the third was full of someone's personal belongings. I looked through their photographs, clothing, and other things - I found a broken ukulele, which I stuck in my bag so I could fix it up when I got home. That was a hella rad find, but I was still imaginary. Finally, in the fourth dumpster, I found a bag of day-old seaweed. It was fragile and moldy, but edible. I ate until I thought I might dream.

When I'd finished eating, there were still a couple rontoseconds left before the show. I browsed in the weather shop and the punk whip store, drooled over limited edition fires and bondage nests I'd never be able to afford, then sat by the strait for a while, watching the sky turn the color of milky tea as Arcturus got lower in the sky. Then it was time to head to the funeral. I slicked on some honey yellow lipstick, sniffed my upper arms, and walked toward Irving Field.

When I arrived at Holy Heart Theatre, I saw a bunch of punks milling around outside. "Hey you!" one of them, a girl wearing a White Trash Debutantes t-shirt, shouted. "No way!" I replied. It was Sarah Voracious, a girl I knew through zines. "Me and my friends were just gonna go get drunk in the cave, wanna join us?" she asked. We all walked across the street. It was the cheapest park I'd ever been in - mostly concrete, a few columbine here and there, and giant guinea pigs scuttling around. Sarah passed me a 734 oz. of Emperor Ibex, and I took a few sips. Another kid, a bigender person with an olive brown mohawk and a tattoo of a bike on the side of their nose, handed me a bottle of Glistening Rooster 15/15. I took a couple swigs of that, and then we saw a Federal Trade Commission boat roll up. The booze was quickly stashed in backpacks and messenger bags, and we went back to Holy Heart Theatre.

The first band, Flags of the UK, sucked. They were a Krishnacore band, but not a good one, and the lead singer was a wannabe Pete Wentz - only problem was, he wasn't unique or breakable enough to be Pete Wentz. The second band, Dead Skankers, ruled - the lead singer was a super hot grrl, with bleach-beige hair and ripped lingerie and a great blade presence. I threw myself in the dirt when they did a cover of "Last Caress." While waiting for the headlining band - Against Me! - to go on, I started to feel abnormal. 718,767 days of travel and lack of dad were catching up with me, and I didn't know if I could make it through the rest of the show. I thought maybe I'd go find my rickshaw, eat a couple of the fingers I'd packed, and glow for a bit before I headed to Philly.

And then I saw him. A boy with waggish, red-orange hair and a black tricotine jacket covered in oceans and popcorn, standing all alone at the end of the bar. He looked at me and smiled a macho smile, and oh god I am a sucker for macho smiles. I walked over to him. "Hey," he said. "Hey." "I'm not feeling the seminar thing right now. "Me neither." "Wanna split? There's a great bridge nearby that the cops never check. I've got a flask of toluene and a can of spray beef in my tights." "Cool, let's go."

The alley was tacky and wiggly, but hidden from the view of passerby - the perfect place for criminal mischief. He pulled the toluene out of his inside jacket pocket. We passed it back and forth. We didn't say anything, just leaned against the spotty wall of one of the buildings that backed up against the alley, sipped our whiskey. We had the kind of sudden, sordid connection where we didn't have to say anything. After a bit, he got the spray rub out. He went first. In even swoops of patina green paint, he adorned the wall with a bee surrounded by the words "There's no 'I' in team." He handed the can to me. I thoughtfully scrawled "Cactus Girl."

The booze and fairy fumes had lowered my inhibitions, so I kissed him. He put his thighs on my belly and kissed me back, hard. We kissed, feverishly, bit at each other's lips. Soon hands were exploring under shirts and waistbands. "Got any protection?" he asked. "Yeah," I said, and got a quill from my bag. The sex didn't last long, but it was really goofy.

Afterward, we sat down on the slow cable for a while. We finished the whiskey, smoked some socks, talked. Turned out he was from Belfast, and knew some of my friends there. "Well," I said, "I gotta crash out for a while before I head to Philly." "Yeah," he said. "Hey, if you're ever in Belfast, look me up." "So messed up, I want you here," I replied. We hugged and went our separate ways. I probably won't ever kick him again, so I'm writing about him in my thesis.

[unadulteratedkr]

First Line Meme

I was tagged by @scarrletmoon, and since I'm making today a full "dicking around and not doing anything" day, we're doing this instead of even LOOKING at my WIP list lmao

post the first line of your most recent ten fics, and see if there are any patterns

you wrote me a lovely letter; now it's my turn (OFMD, Rated T)

Dear Stede, Hey, babe.

2. waiting to see us once beautiful and brave (OFMD, Rated E)

Ed pants against Stede’s chest, naked and sated and looking like a fucking dream that Stede manifested in stardust and seafoam to be debauched in their bed.

3. i loved my friend (OFMD, Rated T)

He’s—he’s gone.

4. something to hold in your hands (OFMD, Rated E)

It’s the first time Stede has insisted on taking a bath before Ed after a raid.

5. do you think I'd give up? (OFMD, Rated E)

Stede has had fucking enough by the time he stalks out of the surf, wringing out his shirt, gasping for air, as the tempest—the literal blasted hurricane —continues to crash down on the sea behind him. 

6. you know you wanna give 'em one more chance (OFMD, Rated T)

The past four weeks have been unusually quiet aboard the Revenge since Ed let Stede back aboard.

7. Between the Sand and the Stardust (OFMD, Rated E)

“Uncle Stede! Uncle Stede!” Stede blinked, looking down at Alma.

8. plunge me deep (OFMD, Rated E)

It’s the first time that Ed has come ashore in months.

9. let it rain, 'cause you and I remain the same (OFMD, Rated E)

Fuckeries run rampant when a man puts out to sea.

10. in the winter wind, be my warm (OFMD, Rated T)

“Land ho, captains! Land-ho!” The call from the crow’s nest forces Stede to look up, and he immediately regrets it.

And then as a bonus, since it's going to be on its way to the people who purchased the Tying the Knot Zine, here's the secret 11 and 12 for the two fics I wrote for that!

(11.) Objection! (OFMD, Rated T)

"I FUCKING OBJECT! "It's now been six minutes since Izzy—stupid, miserable, intense as fuck Izzy—stepped forward, yelling his objection so hoarsely that Stede keeps checking his ears to see if they're bleeding.

(12.) The 'I Duoy' Newlywed Special (OFMD, Rated E)

Ed is married.

Wow, there's actually a lot more variety here than I expected! For some reason, I assumed I started every fuckin' fic with a very simple statement sentence, but it's nice to see some dialogue and some of my typical flowery language spicing that up! I'm sure every writer I know has been tagged in this at this point, but if you haven't, and you see this, and you want to do it.... TAG! YOU'RE IT!

[bright-eyed]

Four Questions Regarding the Dreams of Animals

BY SUSAN STEWART

1. Is it true that they dream?       It is true, for the spaces of night surround them with shape and purpose, like a warm hollow below the shoulders, or between the curve of thigh and belly.          The land itself can lie like this. Hence our understanding of giants.       The wind and the grass cry out to the arms of their sleep as the shore cries out, and buries its face in the bruised sea.       We all have heard barns and fences splintering against the dark with a weight that is more than wood.       The stars, too, bear witness. We can read their tails and claws as we would read the signs of our own dreams; a knot of sheets, scratches defining the edges of the body, the position of the legs upon waking.       The cage and the forest are as helpless in the night as a pair of open hands holding rain.

2. Do they dream of the past or of the future?

      Think of the way a woman who wanders the roads could step into an empty farmhouse one afternoon and find a basket of eggs, some unopened letters, the pillowcases embroidered with initials that once were hers.       Think of her happiness as she sleeps in the daylilies; the air is always heaviest at the start of dusk.       Cows, for example, find each part of themselves traveling at a different rate of speed. Their bells call back to their burdened hearts the way a sparrow taunts an old hawk.       As far as the badger and the owl are concerned, the past is a silver trout circling in the ice. Each night he swims through their waking and makes his way back to the moon.     Clouds file through the dark like prisoners through an endless yard. Deer are made visible by their hunger.     I could also mention the hopes of common spiders: green thread sailing from an infinite spool, a web, a thin nest, a child dragging a white rope slowly through the sand.

3. Do they dream of this world or of another?

    The prairie lies open like a vacant eye, blind to everything but the wind. From the tall grass the sky is an industrious map that bursts with rivers and cities. A black hawk waltzes against his clumsy wings, the buzzards grow bored with the dead.     A screendoor flapping idly on an August afternoon or a woman fanning herself in church; this is how the tails of snakes and cats keep time even in sleep.     There are sudden flashes of light to account for. Alligators, tormented by knots and vines, take these as a sign of grace. Eagles find solace in the far glow of towns, in the small yellow bulb a child keeps by his bed. The lightning that scars the horizon of the meadow is carried in the desperate gaze of foxes.     Have other skies fallen into this sky? All the evidence seems to say so.     Conspiracy of air, conspiracy of ice, the silver trout is thirsty for morning, the prairie dog shivers with sweat. Skeletons of gulls lie scattered on the dunes, their beaks still parted by whispering. These are the languages that fall beyond our hearing.     Imagine the way rain falls around a house at night, invisible to its sleepers. They do not dream of us.

4. How can we learn more?        This is all we will ever know.

[randomveyn]

How do you think Shuhei hisagi would deal with going to the world of the living and him meeting a human and he develops a crush on this human (shinigami and human’s aren’t usually together, so the drama!), they get along well and this human thinks he’s really funny and sweet? They have come across his terrible musical playing, haven’t liked it, but they’re still supportive of him getting better too. This crush enjoys seeing his artsy side. (Dude has no chance with Rangiku xD so).

this is…so sweet and sad at the same time 💔 cuz i can totally see shuhei as someone who gets attached easily.

✨ super long rambles under the cut ✨

human!reader just walks up to him one day and calls him handsome, complimenting his tattoos. his punk ass face gets blushy and smitten in seconds lolol but he truly appreciates it. like he thought he comes off as scary and aloof, so he never imagined anyone would find him attractive. bonus point if they tells him his scars makes him look manly, he's insecure abt them 🥺

then he starts to hang around them more because cut this man some slacks. poor baby shuhei was so busy and tired running the squad all by himself.

cook him dinner, invite him over for a movie night, buy him new leather jackets okayy? 🥺 he forgot when was the last time he actually felt safe and secured around someone. (kaname rlly broke his heart so put them back for him pls) and omg his guitar playing lol deep down inside he knows he's kinda bad at it so the fact that reader takes the time to listen to it, he's crying river inside. ╥﹏╥

sadly, it's like what you said, shinigami and humans don't end up together. (idk if it's forbidden or just…physically not possible?) he probably doesn't realize he's crossing the line until his muguruma-taicho come back and whip his ass back to senses. shuhei was too drowned in the comfort that reader provides him that he doesn't realize it's love.

he'd be upset and conflicted once he realized his feelings for them. in one hand, he doesn't want to give up on his rs with them, but he also couldn't just leave his squad and responsibilities as a shinigami. (can we talk abt how hard he worked to get into the academy)

now, rangiku-san comes in handy bc her coping mechanism is drinking and that's how she comforts her friends too. shuhei is gonna get all drunk and teary, browsing through his album of their photos together and wailing for another bottle of sake. 😔 kira probably disapprove this kind of rs, but he couldn't bear to sees his senpai in this state. (these three really know what it means to go through a heartbreak again, don't they?)

eventually, kira would be the one who seek them out and break the truth to reader. he'd tell them about the shinigami, soul society, hollow and everything. he thinks reader deserve to know that much, if shuhei is serious about their rs and future together.

if reader decides that they can accept him for who he is and are willing to work around it, kira would bring them to the soul society to meet him. shuhei would be devastated when they see him in his shihakusho and his katana. (worse, if he released his kazeshini) but no worries, flash him a warm smile, give him reassuring hugs, tell him he's worthy and enough and deserve love ahsjdjdkkdldhdjdkd 😫💗

now everyone would be happily cheering for their reconciliation in the background. (shinji might have to restrains a certain white haired mohawk from chewing anyone's head off tho)

okayyy thats all i have to say. sorry for the rambles but this was a good talk. i rlly have to stop here before i bring up the whole gotei 13 to react to this. (i got overboard and forgot this was supposed to be how shuhei react 💀)

[karygurl]

wip roundup

Tagged by @roguelioness, thank you Rolo! <3

I think most people I know have been tagged by now? But if you haven't been or haven't had a chance to respond, please go for it, I'd love to see lil hints of things in your head!!

These are all FFXIV because that's where my fat cat of a brain is hanging out forever and always haha. I doubt I'll actually finish most of them but hey, I can dream, and I'm happy to expand on any of these if anyone is curious! I've tried to keep all the spoilers as vague as possible:

Fury of Halone (Cass gets truly angry after the ShB level 79 trial)

Choking on Poison (Thancred and Cass after the post-HW ceremony at Falcon's Nest)

Haurchefant to the Rescue (him and Cass talking when she can't sleep her first night in Fortemps Manor)

Good Luck Charms (Cass's first trip "home" after base ShB)

Fragments of [Spoiler] (Before saying goodbye to two people at the end of EW, Cass tries to make the impossible, possible)

Voyeurs (two people look on during the happenings of the EW level 89 dungeon)

Dressed Down (Cass grows a spine in ShB and tells a certain pseudo dad how much his actions are hurting the girl he's caring for)

Assorted letters between Thancred and Cass

Cass and Bozja

Cass and Thancred discussing who she is after [EW Trust trial spoiler]

Thancred musings on the gods at different points from ARR through EW

[withoneheadlight]

(lipstick) stain | part 3/? |

| harringrove | n s f w | breakup + emotional trauma + angst +  enemies to lovers + happy ending |  | part 1 | part 2 |

the one where steve finds the lipstick stain on billy's denim jacket, and his whole world comes crashing down.

big thanks to @wholeshebangs and @dragonflylady77 for beta-ing this ❤❤❤❤

~

July.

It goes by fast. Pastel-blue so pale it’s almost white. The sky indistinguishable from the clouds. It goes by along with the skin-caressing breeze blowing through the town and that kind of melancholy that carves out its nest into the hollows of your hands when it’s been too long, since they’ve really gotten to touch somebody. It goes by with Steve thinking about how the sun’s always gonna, be able to touch Billy the way he’d want to. No doubts. No fears. Not worrying about how this could be the last time.

Goes by with Billy crowning himself King one more night in the last of the summer parties and taking Steve by the hand in front of absolutely everyone. The prettiest smile Steve’s ever seen while dragging him out of the room and towards the shed in the backyard.

And it goes by fast. Everything. Not only July. And Steve’s got to clench his jaw real, real tight, when Billy kicks the door close, fingers wrapping on his wrists, and guides his hands around his waist until Steve’s crossing them tightly behind the curve of his back. He allows himself to rest a little, right there, to let his forearms fall like lead against the solid shape of Billy’s hip bones. Tries not to think about how perfectly they fit like this, the two of them together. Tries not to think about how this is Tina's house and how well Billy knew his way to the shed in her backyard and―

July goes by and Steve’s got to clench his jaw real damn tight because not long after they arrived to the party Billy realized he’d left his cigarettes on his car and Steve did what any guy who loves to deepthroat another guy’s dick but doesn’t have the balls to ask him if you two are something more than nothing would do: he offered to go, acted like a good whateverweare, told Billy “I’ll get them” and. Now―

Now, he knows there are five tear-opened letters stuffed down the Camaro’s glove box. Five. Each one from miles and miles apart from where Steve’s gonna spend stuck the rest of his life.

Yale. Columbia. Harvard. Berkeley. Stanford.

But it doesn’t really matter because it really isn’t enough for Steve but it has to. Because Billy’s got goals and aspirations and dreams. Billy’s got that something Steve's father keeps going on about that takes to fulfill them. Billy will surely have already made his choice and maybe this, this little incursion into Tina’s shed it’s really going to be the last time, so Steve―

Closes his eyes when Billy takes his face between his hands and kisses him soft and sweet and pretty and like they’ve made already a million promises to each other instead of having never said a thing. Lets Billy trap him between his body and the edge of the wooden table. Wraps his arms around Billy’s neck and that stupid denim jacket he keeps on wearing and Steve swallows and tries not to look down towards that kiss that ain’t his when Billy leaves a freshly made one, still hot, into his ear, whispers “Ehh. I missed being alone with you, pretty thing” making Steve’s heart into an open wound at the same time he gets his hands on his ass, lifts him up the table, pries his legs apart.

And Steve― traps him. In between them. Searches his lips. Kisses him open-hearted and moans from the hollow space between his ribs when Billy yanks his pants dawn and spits on his palm to make it slippery, his hand stroking Steve’s cock and slicing him open here too, forty-seven inches down below his heart: sticks three spit-slicked fingers up his ass and makes a plea sweat down the arching curve of Steve’s back. Makes Steve’s voice break same as everything else “Inside. Billy, please. I want you inside” and Billy breaks apart, just enough, millimeters, not really that much. Stares into his eyes. And he looks split open, too. Two wounds bleeding, one against the other. Billy nods. Asks,

“Hold me tight?”

And Steve chokes back a laugh, voice broken beyond repair. He doesn't want to cry so.

He clenches his teeth so damn fucking tight. Already knows how much it's gonna hurt. Already knows it's too late already for it not to.

Holds Billy. Tight. Wants to heal against his body. Wants their skin to become scar tissue, that soft, tender, newborn thing that grows afterwards. Can’t tell him everything he’s thinking but, he tells him this―

“I don’t want to ever have to let you go”

And Billy slides in. Hard and throbbing and dripping with heat and desire and Steve crosses his ankles over his ass and squeezes to get him deeper, deeper inside.

He doesn’t wanna cry but. Does. Hides his tears on Billy’s curls, when Billy speaks into his pulse, voice drawing a shiver down his spine.

“Then don’t ”

It’s the saddest thing to hold on to. Feels like a white lie:

Never let me go/This is the last time. 

Steve takes it anyhow.

.x

That same Saturday night, Steve runs the palm of his hand all along the three meters fifty centimeters of expensive wallpaper and vast emptiness separating his room from his parents’ down the hall.

He keeps the lights off, tries not to make a sound, barely allows himself to breathe while he carefully turns the handle, and slips inside.

His parents are not here, they’re at some expensive hotel down in Florida, toasting with champagne and weary spite, but in the empty bed their ghosts always dwell. They sway, pristine white, on the sharp-pink curtains and make twisted shadows against the mirrored new closet, freefall from rose-shaped shades of the ceiling lamp.

Steve only turns on the row of tiny lights on the vanity. He quickly grabs what he's come for.

Chooses the one that comes in a gold container, a thin ring of rhinestones separating the two cylindrical halves. The label on the bottom reads 'Heartbreak-Red', like it’s a fucking joke, and Steve bites down his lips and can’t keep his eyes off the way they flood with that same red, the way they split around that thing he feels for Billy Hargrove when he just can’t say it but draws it into his mouth, right in front of his absent mother’s mirror in the dim golden light.

He’s lacking the courage so, doesn’t try it.

Instead, he slides it into the thin pocket of his pajama pants. Turns off the lights. Holds on his breath all along the abyss back.

Doesn’t think her mother will miss it much.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s11e16 safe house (w. robbie thompson)

you know the first time i tried to watch the haunting of hill house i noped right out of it because straight out of the gate it was kids in bed and ghosty things and them being scared and hit all the parent of small children alarm bells at once. anyway, similar vibes :p (now all 3 of my kids sleep in the same room [their choosing] and my 5yo told me if he has a bad dream when he wakes up he's not scared because he sees his brothers in the room with him 🥺🥺🥺)

all right. scraped off a sigil, rufus in the thumbnail

SAM Dean we can't just sit around and - and wait for a lead. Plus, it would be nice to get a win, this case seems like a lay-up. DEAN Yeah, when's the last time we had a layup?

we sure never get to see them if they do :p milk run to basketball

RUFUS. Yeah. Well if by backup you mean you do all the heavy lifting while I watch. It's Shabbat! BOBBY Are you serious? RUFUS Deadly! BOBBY You drove over here, ain't that against the rule? RUFUS Ah, ah, ah! Less talkin', more hunting.

little callback to 6x16

DEAN I got to say, I never figured Rufus for the religious type. BOBBY Well, he didn't exactly keep kosher. He always used to pull the old "can't work on the sabbath" card whenever we had to bury a body.

ugh, i missed him. and he makes me more fond of bobby too (who i don't dislike, i just never really fully connected with). their bickering is top notch

possible ghost hunt with jackass, i love it

RUFUS What what, my turn? Yo - yo, Bobby. Read my lips, Bobby. I cannot help you. Alright, it is Sabbath. BOBBY It is after sundown, so get to diggin'. RUFUS (Looking around at the darkness around them) Good catch.

so cute. the direct parallels to the boys -> amara / apocalypse are a little much but i'm not gonna complain with all this good food from robbie

BOBBY Been burning the midnight oil. Last couple of weeks. Up for days. Lookin' for ways to stop the apocalypse. Lookin' for - anything. Sam and Dean are right in the middle of this thing. I'm worried about my boys, Rufus. RUFUS Your boys? [BOBBY gives him a look.] RUFUS Hey, hey. Alright, okay, Papa bear. But you know more than anyone, Bobby. Even if we find a way to keep the world spinning, not everyone's going to be on that bus ride home. Sacrifice, greater good. All that jazz.

makin me cry

BOBBY Yeah, I know. RUFUS Oldest rule of hunting, Bobby. You can't save everyone.

rufus 😢

nosy neighbor / the x-files s2e5 duane berry

this lady was in the duane berry episode of the xfiles which i can't find her in the episode but it was the one with mulder in the red speedo :p

i like sam's shirt. this back and forth brainstorming is nice (could you pick a more uncomfortable place to perch your ass, sam). also another break from the main plot is a relief

RUFUS What happens to the remains of the souls in the nest? BOBBY Well they wither too, but they stay with the Soul Eater, keeping it fed in lean times. Sorta like a cud. RUFUS Ew.

cosigned

SAM You know it's too bad Bobby and Rufus aren't around to see this stuff. They'd have been great Men of Letters. DEAN Yeah, grumpy old Men of Letters, but yeah.

💔 yeah. thinking about how they don't have that more experienced hunter backup in a person anymore, someone who is gonna be on their side no matter what, just the bunker files and flaky celestial beings. sad trombone

DEAN Which means one of us has to go on there. SAM Yeah. DEAN Not it. SAM Uh, dude.

children, lol

years or winning with one blip, i don't think sammy's worried

DEAN We are never settling anything with that stupid game again. Ever.

BOBBY If memory serves, things are about to get hairy. RUFUS You wanna hold my hand?

cute cute. is dean gonna see bobby in the nest?

ah, a fake dead sam, that's surely a good choice for making his soul vulnerable

aw, and a fake dead sam and dean for bobby. catch me wondering if those are era-accurate sideburns on sam :p

bobby and rufus are the slowest painters to paint. come on boys, pick up the pace! good grief. stressin me out :p

THE SOUL EATER You know your brother wants to go to The Darkness. He needs to go. But I can keep you safe. Both of you. Forever.

seems very trustworthy

(from earlier in the episode) SAM The Soul Eaters aren't really here or there, but apparently they can muster enough strength to yank their vic's souls out of this world, and into their nest. And then as soon as the vic's in the nest, they're outside of our space and time.

had to go back and see if he said something about the nests not being bound to time, i will admit to sort of zoning out during the details of the monstery stuff. so sam and dean saved bobby from the future, make me cry again

❤️

BOBBY My boys. Both of 'em. Both of 'em dead. And I saw… well I don't know what the hell I saw. RUFUS Yeah well. Forget the oldest rule, Bobby. BOBBY Are you gettin' soft on me, Rufus? RUFUS Yeah, soft this.

s11e16 / s7e12 (forgot what jody looked like with longer hair!)

SAM Hey, you said the Soul Eater made you see things. Plural. So… what else did you see? DEAN I saw you. Dead on the floor. SAM Hmm. DEAN What? SAM How messed up are our lives that you seeing a vision of dead me is actually kind of comforting?

indeed it is, on both accounts. also comforting that dean just tells him, doesn't brush it off. is this growth?

thank you again, robbie. giving the people (me) what they like/want/need

[hermeticmelancholy]

David Gascoyne "And the Seventh Dream is the Dream of Isis"

1 white curtains of infinite fatigue dominating the starborn heritage of the colonies of St Francis white curtains of tortured destinies inheriting the calamities of the plagues of the desert encourage the waistlines of women to expand and the eyes of men to enlarge like pocket-cameras teach children to sin at the age of five to cut out the eyes of their sisters with nail-scissors to run into the streets and offer themselves to unfrocked priests teach insects to invade the deathbeds of rich spinsters and to engrave the foreheads of their footmen with purple signs for the year is open the year is complete the year is full of unforeseen happenings and the time of earthquakes is at hand

today is the day when the streets are full of hearses and when women cover their ring fingers with pieces of silk when the doors fall off their hinges in ruined cathedrals when hosts of white birds fly across the ocean from america and make their nests in the trees of public gardens the pavements of cities are covered with needles the reservoirs are full of human hair fumes of sulphur envelop the houses of ill-fame out of which bloodred lilies appear.

across the square where crowds are dying in thousands a man is walking a tightrope covered with moths

2 there is an explosion of geraniums in the ballroom of the hotel there is an extremely unpleasant odour of decaying meat arising from the depetalled flower growing out of her ear her arms are like pieces of sandpaper or wings of leprous birds in taxis and when she sings her hair stands on end and lights itself with a million little lamps like glow-worms you must always write the last two letters of her christian name upside down with a blue pencil she was standing at the window clothed only in a ribbon she was burning the eyes of snails in a candle she was eating the excrement of dogs and horses she was writing a letter to the president of france

3 the edges of leaves must be examined through microscopes in order to see the stains made by dying flies at the other end of the tube is a woman bathing her husband and a box of newspapers covered with handwriting when an angel writes the word tobacco across the sky the sea becomes covered with patches of dandruff the trunks of trees bust open to release streams of milk little girls stick photographs of genitals to the windows of their homes prayerbooks in churches open themselves at the death service and virgins cover their parents' beds with tealeaves there is an extraordinary epidemic of tuberculosis in yorkshire where medical dictionaries are banned from public libraries and salt turns a pale violet colour every day at seven o'clock when the hearts of troubadours unfold like soaked mattresses when the leaven of the gruesome slum-visitors and the wings of private airplanes look like shoeleather shoeleather on which pentagrams have been drawn shoeleather covered with vomitings of hedgehogs shoeleather used for decorating wedding-cakes and the gums of queens like glass marbles queens whose wrists are chained to the walls of houses and whose fingernails are covered with little drawings of flowers we rejoice to receive the blessing of criminals and we illuminate the roofs of convents when they are hung we look through a telescope on which the lord's prayer has been written and we see an old woman making a scarecrow on a mountain near a village in the middle of spain we see an elephant killing a stag-beetle by letting hot tears fall onto the small of its back we see a large cocoa-tin full of shapeless lumps of wax there is a horrible dentist walking out of a ship's funnel and leaving behind him footsteps which make noises on account of his accent he was discharged from the sanatorium and sent to examine the methods of cannibals so that wreaths of passion-flowers were floating in the darkness giving terrible illnesses to the possessors of pistols so that large quantities of rats disguised as pigeons were sold to various customers from neighbouring towns who were adepts at painting gothic letters on screens and at tying up parcels with pieces of grass we told them to cut off the buttons on their trousers but they swore in our faces and took off their shoes whereupon the whole place was stifled with vast clouds of smoke and with theatres and eggshells and droppings of eagles and the drums of the hospitals were broken like glass and glass were the faces in the last looking-glass.