#message in a bottle: post

[saetiate]

hi @mangostarjam i cannot believe you left this in the tags ohmygod

fuji’s og rb

[attyrocious]

hello i changed my handle to match my twt i hope it didnt purge every past post url lmao rip

[daisyswift3]

So I think I may have cracked the code. Listening to Clara Bow w this context in mind from the 4th, 9th, and 10th 🎃 messages makes the lyrics cut even deeper and explains the purpose of the anthology.

What Taylor is essentially saying is that above all else she is proud of her humanity. “Human. Human. Human.” “Flesh and blood.” Unlike some ppl in Hollywood like greedy big suits (cough SB^2 cough Big Machine cough) she’s managed to keep her humanity intact and didn’t let these negative experiences corrupt her or turn her bitter. She was able to find peace and courage in spite of it. And she’s saying I am abt to come out of the closet and while I am hopeful I’m also a little fearful. But isn’t that an amazing thing? Because being fearful, sad, furious, insecure, hopeful—these experiences are unique to humans! “Your heart beats red and hot and furious in your chest.”

“And most importantly, they will know about the human heart.” THIS is the purpose of the anthology. This is why she released 31 (13 backwards) songs for her fans to dissect and decode. Bc she wants them to understand that she’s not a god. She’s a flawed human just like the rest of us.

I think there’s a very good chance that THIS is what her movie is going to be about. Her journey out of the closet and all the hardship that came along w it and helping other ppl to understand the human heart. And I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a memoir that was released w it—“the professor said to write what you know.” And it makes sense too why the manuscript lyrics match perfectly w the all too well short film. Bc they’re talking abt the exact same thing!! She has a relationship w a much older man, experiences heartbreak, heals, and then writes abt it in a book—the story of us AKA the manuscript.

And this is why 🎃 kept referencing the story of us. I couldn't make sense of it a few months ago but now in hindsight it all makes perfect sense. Message in a bottle was probably a red tv vault track for this reason too. Bc the message in a bottle is the manuscript. The puzzle pieces really do all fall right into place.

[teyrnacousland]

i want to break these bones ‘til they’re better (771 words)

Illario thinks often of Lucanis dying. 

When he watches him step a little too close to the edge of a rooftop, he thinks he sees a flash of capes fluttering over the edge out of the corner of his eyes. He hears the hiss of a knife cutting through the air, and an image of it burying itself in Lucanis’ chest flashes across his eyes. He has to turn to make sure it wasn’t a premonition of some kind. And lately he finds himself waking up twice. Once to find Lucanis laying still and cold in his bed, and a second time to find that it was only a dream.

Sometimes when they spar under Caterina's watchful eyes he imagines slipping through Lucanis' defenses and driving his dagger into his throat. He imagines the way his cousin would look at him as he dies. The image is so loud and so sudden that he doesn't manage to blink it away in time to react to Lucanis' next strike. The image falls away as Illario does, reality snapping back with a thud as his back hits the dirt. Lucanis is alive again, giving him a pointed look as he stands over him.

(When Lucanis reaches down to help him up Illario imagines tugging him down so he falls and lands on the dagger still in his other hand.)

Checking Lucanis for signs of the injuries that plague his daydreams has become second nature to Illario. A quick glance at Lucanis’ throat to see reassuringly unbroken skin. An hand on his arm to feel the warmth of life through the leather. A peripheral glance to make sure his cousin is still standing and not struck down beside him. 

It’s exhausting. 

And it only gets worse as they get older. As they each take their own contracts and spend more and more time apart. Lucanis leaves for days at a time, alone, and Illario’s head plays out the scene of someone else walking in through the door instead of Lucanis and delivering the news. 

He fills the empty days with empty pleasures and empty words to drown out the ones on repeat in his head. He’s gone. He ignores the whispers and pours himself another drink. Smiles at another pretty thing across the bar. Steels his heart and drives his blade into someone else’s. Anything to keep the thoughts at bay. 

Sometimes he wonders what would happen if the deaths in his mind became reality. 

Would Caterina renounce her approval of Lucanis, if he failed? Would she see Illario, the survivor, as a worthy heir at last? Would Illario become the favourite, if only by default?

Or would this, too, be Illario’s fault? Would Caterina scold him for not being able to protect Lucanis, House Dellamorte’s most valuable asset, and the one person in the world she respected and loved? Would she blame him for living when Lucanis did not?

And what of Illario himself? What would Illario be without Lucanis? No more glancing over his shoulder to check for signs of life. No more following in another’s footsteps and hoping he's not being led off a cliff. No more spectres of his cousin’s potential deaths floating around the Villa whenever Lucanis was out of sight too long.

He would be alone. Does Illario even know who he would be, without Lucanis held up to him like a mirror?

Illario’s daydreams never reach far past the mourning stage. He sees Caterina hearing the words he keeps hearing in his head: Lucanis is gone. Would she cry? He’d never seen her cry over her own children all those years ago. But she locked herself in her room, sometimes. Maybe she was crying then. Maybe she would cry if it was her dear Lucanis. Maybe they would mourn together. 

Or maybe she would lock herself in that room and never come out.

As for Illario himself… He would cry, he knows. He's always been the odd one out, never managing to keep the tight grip on his emotions that seemed to come naturally to Lucanis and Caterina. He would cry, and drink, and rant, and rave. And he would kill whatever took Lucanis from him. His final duty as his cousin’s keeper.

And then…

And then the nightmare ends. Lucanis walks in. Illario’s eyes scan him for fatal injuries, and the empty space in his lungs is replaced with relief when he finds none. The bags in his cousin's eyes are deeper and darker than when he left, but he can pretend to ignore that later.

The images in his head fade away. Until next time.

[rileyclaw]

i stumble out of the fog-covered forest covered in twigs , thorns , and dried blood mud .

new toh animatic on monday

[captainbasch]

Mermay YCH commissions!

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WHAT I NEED FROM YOU: - an EMAIL to cptbasch@yahoo.com with your preferred name / username + paypal email address to invoice - Character refs > if you are getting a mermaid design of your non mermaid oc, please include fish/sea creature refs and a top if you would like one. - Expression > if you choose the bottle on its side, the expression can change. The expression on the upright bottle will stay the same. - Extras > if you'd like me to add extras like shells or treasure in the bottle, have the bottle sealed with wax, or have a charm tied to the bottle neck, you can ask. It will be an extra fee. YOU GET: - a transparent and flat PNG image - full flat color / cell shaded

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[wigglebox]

“I love everything about you. I love being near you. Breathing the same air —”

[gothic-mothic]

Stanley the goldfish

Fishley

Goldley?

Based off this post

[saetiate]

HELP I JUST SAW THIS THIS IS SO FUNNY I LOVE THIS SM YES. I AGREE W EVERYTHING HERE i purposefully leave it up to interpretation but imo i actually don't think sae was that worried about leaving you and rin alone until he walked in and saw what was happening. like sae didn't know for sure for sure but he had a feeling when he saw rin cage you into the kitchen counter. AND YES i also think rin like didn't really compute it in his brain that he was about to fuck w his brother's relationship like that until he heard sae's voice.

WAHHH I LOVED READING THIS THANK YOU SM FOR LIKING MY WRITING :')) means the world to me i am so so honored frfr i hope you have the most loveliest weekend

"he does love you, you know."

you tell rin this one night, a family dinner half laid out on the table.

you knew, somehow, when you met rin half a year ago, much earlier in you and sae's relationship. you know because you have it, too. that addiction to sae's validation. but you also know how he holds back his words so only himself and the dead can hear.

"he thinks you're good at what you do." you think that might matter to him more, with the way it seems to run his life. "he just doesn't say it because he thinks it's obvious, because he thinks you already know."

rin turns away. "it doesn't mean anything, coming from you."

"i know." you do know, that nothing is sweeter than sae's own words, his attention on you. "but i wanted to tell you anyways. want to give you something, even if it's not the same. even if it wouldn't be enough."

"you make him look." it's said sharply, with a twinge of envy, but you don't react. he almost wants to put his hand against your throat.

it's a realization, fast and hot like the cutting edge of a sword. he approaches you, hands on either side of you against the kitchen counter. maybe that'll do it. maybe that will-

"rin."

sae's voice rings clear as a bell as he enters the kitchen. "what are you doing?"

rin's eyes flit between yours, then to sae's. he pushes himself off the counter.

"i was just asking rin to help me find something," you smile sweetly towards sae, voice airy and easy. "i was having a brain blank, forgot where the whisk was. he was trying to tell me it was in the drawer behind me the whole time." you wave your hand, reaching for the utensil. "i think i annoyed him. you guys are pretty similar in that regard, huh?"

sae's silence is nothing if not frightening. he only interrupts it when he looms over you, squeezing your shoulder.

"yeah." he pushes you gently towards the dining room. "why don't you go sit down. i'll take over from here."

[columbiastapshoes]

ceaseless mama slay the house down upon this cunty thing

[every-sanji]

Oda: Sanji is kind!!

Sanji: *leaving behind kids begging for help*

tragic but true, sometimes he can be selfish and self serving

[heystephen]

message in a bottle fat max g remix is what message in a bottle regular version should’ve sounded like. there i said it

[bitternace]

if youre still taking the top 100 song rqs - how about 34 and something kairi related? ❤️ (dont worry about it if you're already swamped with rqs!)

but i regret just one thing: i never got to change your mind

[ID: a digital drawing of kairi from kingdom hearts. the background is a sketchy rendition of the tunnel in Traverse Town's secret waterway. the shadows are a little chunky, and the circular waterway frames her from the shoulder up.

she is in her kingdom hearts outfit, shown from the thigh up. with her back to the audience, kairi holds her right arm behind her back, shoulders tense. her right hand is curled into a fist. /End ID.]

[liebelesbe]

my job should be sea glass collector. or just picking up cool stuff on the beach that came from the ocean. to make art with or just to keep and look at. and I could also pick up the trash there as well if I'm already there.

@ beaches please hire me. will be sending my application via message in a bottle

[lemonsncobwebs]

Potions of red, black, and gold.

One you drink and live of stars, one of blooming death, the final of hunt and sharp sight. Greek myths, contained, yet not controlled.

Choose carefully

[saetiate]

being saes athletic trainer pre relationship

i actually think working with sae is a completely different beast to meeting him leisurely. because working with him means he expects you to do your job and do it well, and also he's partially leaning on your expertise because he also recognizes there's things he doesn't know.

with being an athlete trainer, there's overlap between your job and his knowledge, so there can be some strife/friction there if you'd like. but i do think it includes checking him for injury, checking his vitals, your hands skirting his skin in a way that's definitely professional and yet the gentleness of your hands, the real concern and consideration you have for him, how your warmth lingers and time seems to unravel slower. it's your job, he knows that, and it's wholly unprofessional and maybe uncharacteristic of him, but at some point it hits him like a meteor that he can't get it out of his mind. some hidden thought that he only explores alone in the blanket of night.

you're there for him. you're in his corner, in a way no one on the field or in his team or even his manager is. you're looking out for his best intentions, his health, caring for him at all times. maybe that's softened him towards you, especially if he sees you rejecting certain aspects or prospects because of your care for him.

the universe is continuously expanding, whenever we observe it. he wonders if there's a limit to your care for him, the way your heart stretches and makes space for all his needs.

maybe that sort of hard work and dedication deserves a reward.