#mondays child

[fizzy-watches-and-listens]

GUYS IM CRYING

i’m just watching a tim buckley recording of a performance of ‘dolphins’ and i wondered abt the lyric “sometimes i think about saturdays child” so i searched it and i knew it was from an old poem and the poems called mondays child and in it saturdays child works hard for a living, so then i obviously wondered what day i was born on…

IT WAS A SATURDAY

[poeticbeautys]

[tfc2211]

On The Lighter Side (1970)

[kidovna]

thought about will byers yesterday and cried

[stubz]

"Human Kim! Wait!"

"Sorry Op! Can't talk! Date night with Fenrir!"

"But Kim! Your jacket!" but it was too late. The human was already out of earshot.

Oh well they thought, I can just stop by their room tomorrow and return it.

*the next day*

"Hey Kim, you left your jacket in the storage room yesterday. I'm heading to your room to give it to you."

"Oh thanks Op," she winced as she heard the human go into a coughing fit. "I'll come down and get it." she heard rustling.

"Are you in bed?"

"Yeah but it's fine. 'ust a cold." oh so she's just cold, Op thought.

.

"T'anks Op. I was wondering where 'is was."

"What happened to you??" the human looked 2 shades paler, was shivering in her hoodie and was dripping slime from her nose.

"I have the cold...I'm sick."

"But yesterday you help carried 20 pound storage containers, clean the whole east section of the storage unit and sprinted max speed to get ready for your date."

"Yeah, cause I told my body to suck it up."

"...you told your body to what?"

"I knew I was getting sick on Monday but 'is week was gonna be busy so I 'old my body to power through and suck it up. You can be sick on the weekend not Friday though cause we've been waiting all month for 'is date!" the human nodded to herself.

"Humans can do that?!"

" 'hose determined enough can."

"But is this safe? Healthy?"

"No idea but I couldn't miss work cause we're short on staff. Plus 'is gives me guilt points on captin."

"Okay change of plans. I'm staying here and making you some food and then you are going back to bed."

"Yay!"

"And I'm giving captain a heads up that your probably staying home on Monday."

"Probably th' smart thing to do."

[swervesbar]

Happy Megatron Monday! Time to bully everyone's favorite old man. Also:

[scorbuslove]

The ADORABLE Jonathan Case (Scorpius - West End Years 3 and 4), James Howard (West End Draco) and Tom Felton (Film Draco).

[screechingfromthevoid]

I think Dorian knows Orym is in love with him. I don't think it is a great unknown. He's not biting his nails wondering if Orym feels the same way as him.

I think the problem is that Dorian doesn't know how to approach it at all. For so many reasons. There are so many reasons why Dorian has been keeping all of this close to his chest.

First and foremost I think he wants to be respectful of Will and the place he holds in Orym's heart. Dorian in no way would blame Orym for never moving on. He'd be sad and disappointed but he'd understand. And he understands that he's still mourning Will. So he doesn't want to initiate something Orym isn't ready for.

Second, they're in the middle of a war. There isn't time for this. There isn't time for dead brothers and profound crushes. How could he distract Orym from the world ending? He's their little tank. He's their tactician. He's can get his hard and throw it back just as easily. They need his head clear. And I don't think Dorian would ever forgive himself if something were to happen because Orym was too preoccupied.

Third, is speculative, with the context Robbie has given us, marrying a man would not go over well in the royal family. Not because they're particularly homophobic. But, assuming they're both cis, (headcanons aside, I don't think critical role is there yet), the blood line would end. And royal families are big on lines of succession. Hence Zeru begging Dorian to come back. So I'm not sure adopting is in the realm of possibilities. How could Dorian let Orym love him? How could he give into his feelings? How could they live happily ever after when Dorian needs to go back home? Sit on a throne? Produce an heir and a spare? He couldn't possibly start something with him only for it to end in tragedy. He couldn't do that to Oym.

There are probably more reasons for all this but these are the ones that swim in my head the most. And idk I think Dorian wants to love Orym loudly and proudly but... The world is ending, ya know?

[zishuge]

Mysterious Lotus Casebook (2023) | Ep. 11

[jakascoo]

When a child starts crying in public. Dick: tries to make the child laugh. Cass: tries to play a game with the child to make them calm down. Babs: gives detailed instructions to the parents. Steph: cries with the child. Tim: ignores the child. Damian: is the reason why the child is crying.

[sage-nebula]

It happened, as things so often did, like a bolt from the blue on one of Pacifica's rare days off from work at the diner.

It was the height of summer and so hellaciously hot, even for—no, especially for Oregon. Having lost access to the private pools and yachts after her father's investments into Cipher capital during Weirdmageddon four years prior, Pacifica found herself at the Gravity Falls community pool, lounging on a pool chair after layering SPF 50 on her skin, and silently telling herself over and over that it was always morally correct to block her parents' numbers on her days off, and that her father probably hadn't yet found where Pacifica's pet rescue opposum, Susanna, had hidden the bell yet, so there was no need to worry.

(Pacifica had rescued Susanna from the diner kitchen two summers ago, when she was fourteen. Susanna was technically a male oppossum, but something about him reminded Pacifica of Lazy Susan, so Susanna he was.)

But it was at that moment that deep laughter followed by a higher pitched "shut up!" and even more laughter from both voices broke through Pacifica's inner mantras. She opened her eyes to see that both of the Pines twins, having once again made their yearly visit to Gravity Falls, had also chosen to visit the pool that day.

Pacifica swallowed hard.

For all that she had tried to deny it even to herself in her tween and early teen years, by now Pacifica had long since accepted that she found Dipper Pines attractive. It was impossible not to, with the way he came back taller each summer, his shoulders increasingly more broad as he grew into the physique promised by his great uncles (or his Great Uncle Ford, anyway), a little stubble that he "forgot" to shave always left around his chin, and his sideburns. Oh, his sideburns. Pacifica hated how much she loved Dipper's sideburns. It was beyond cringe, and the only other living soul who would ever know about her crush was Susanna, but Pacifica Northwest did indeed have a crush on Dipper Pines. She knew, and accepted, this about herself.

But then, on that hellaciously hot summer day at the community pool, Mabel Pines took her sweater off right in front of Pacifica's eyes.

Mabel pulled her sweater up over her head, and it was as if time slowed down. Mabel's arms were just as toned and strong (if not maybe a little more toned, the way the sunlight hit her muscles) than Dipper's. She had been wearing a bikini under her sweater—a pink one decorated with stars that fit her perfectly—and her thousand watt smile revealed she'd finally gotten her braces off to reveal a set of dazzling teeth. And when she tugged her hair free from her ponytail, it swished around her in a cascade of long, brown waves.

Dipper had thrown his tanktop onto a pool chair, and Mabel followed suit, throwing her sweater and hair tie on top of Dipper's shirt. But as Dipper was in the middle of saying something (they were too far for Pacifica to hear clearly), Mabel whipped back around with devilish speed and shoved him straight in the pool.

Mabel laughed uproariously as Dipper came back up for air, sputtering water and shaking his sopping bangs from his eyes. But he was only off guard for a second, and Mabel's mirth kept her off hers for longer. Dipper grinned wickedly and snapped his fingers around Mabel's wrist, yanking her in headfirst after him. Just as Dipper had before her, Mabel resurfaced immediately, though she had to use both hands to shove her curtains of damp hair out of her face. But her smile was just as impish as Dipper's own, and within seconds they were splashing each other, shrieking and laughing as they caused the biggest ruckus the pool had seen all day.

And as she watched them play, the water making their skin glisten and their smiles making their eyes sparkle, Pacifica felt a swarm of butterflies in her gut and a flash of heat in her face that had nothing at all to do with the summer sun above. She curled in on herself in her pool chair, and tugged her sun hat down over her face.

"Oh no."

[a-neru-neru]

metamorphosis /mĕt″ə-môr′fə-sĭs/ noun

A transformation, as by magic or sorcery.

A marked change in appearance, character, condition, or function.

[stevebuscemieyes]

Brad Douriff on the set of Chucky Tv Series

[weird-an]

tw: abuse

Billy can feel his anger before he's even home.

Neil is banging the door when he comes in, so Billy decides not to skip dinner and sneak out later. It's too dangerous. Neil's silent rage is filling the house, hot and threatening to erupt any second.

When Billy was younger, he used to hide under his bed sometimes to avoid getting in the way of it. But he would always finds him, big hands grabbing his arm and pulling him out. There is no way out.

Of course, Neil doesn't even wait until they have finished chewing on the overdone chicken Susan made in awkward silence.

"Stop chewing so loud," Neil barks.

That's enough. Billy chewing on the fucking dinner like everybody else. It's just his existence that's enough to set Neil off. He doesn't even bother to answer. Every word is wrong anyways.

Sneaking out with bruises is always tricky. Billy manages anyway. Routine makes it easier.

"You're late." Steve crosses his arms, lips thin. "Two hours."

Billy thought he'd run away from the anger. And now it's staring back at him, only wearing Steve's face. His scalp is still burning, his back aching.

"I'm.. I'm sorry."

"Sorry," Steve echoes mockingly. "Why were you late?"

Every word is wrong - again. Billy wants to hide under the bed. Neil is angry, Steve is angry. Anger only takes on form - hot and bloody.

Steve lifts his arm. Billy knocks against the wall, wincing when it touches his skin.

"Billy?" The anger falls from Steve's face, worry taking over. "I'm... not gonna hit you."

Billy knows he should say something, but he can't. His heart is racing in his chest.

"I won't hurt you," Steve repeats. "I'm sorry."

Neil never apologized. Billy has never seen anger just disappear. But it's gone. Every trace of it.

He still can't find the right words. But he can do something. He moves closer and gives Steve a peck on the cheek.

[ricoelpobre]

The child born on Sabbath day is bonny and blithe, good and gay.

[frnkiebby]

rays love language is head pats~🎃