#now it just has to get renewed

[introspectivememories]

if you're writing a charles fic, it must have some aspect of boyking. he must lean a little on the childgod side. he has to be revered a little bit, adored even. if people aren't talking about him like they wouldn't wash his feet and adorn it with perfume like mary magdalene washed and adorned jesus' feet, you're doing it wrong.

[ineffable-rohese]

After word that Neil's dog (who is the bestest boy) had heard some news, I went to bed with "There's Only One More Sleep Till Christmas" playing in my head.

This morning I woke up just after 6 (my alarm is set for 7:30) and ran to Tumblr because if there was any news, you all would surely tell me first.

And lo, the Omens were Good, and the not-a-wolf had spoken, and there was much wahooing and clinking of champagne flutes.

I wish I could hug all of you and jump up and down and cry about this together.

[dodecademons]

Funny how like 90 percent of people wanting the wilds back hate to acknowledge the fact that it's partly their fault. I want the wilds to be renewed as well, however if I DARE say yall aren't ready for it and a small part of me thinks some viewers are undeserving I'm the bad guy. Right because the vast majority of you didn't openly admit to skipping over the boys parts in the show, smh. If you arent watching the whole episode why would they want to renew it? They want views, they want money. Do I want the wilds back? Of course. Do I think the gretchen clones deserve it? No. Be better.

[novelconcepts]

They do vulnerability with Mac so well, and in such careful doses. The soft reverence in the way she says, “They had tons of clothes” breaks my heart. So does the confidence in her mispronounciation of “chic”—a beautiful little reference to comic!Mac being a reader, often above her grade level, but feeling like she has to hide it. This kid has so many layers, and she wants so badly to keep anyone from seeing that, because in her world, every layer offers a new chance for someone to slice in deep. Prioritize tough. Prioritize cajones. Don’t let them see you’re smarter than they expect. Don’t let them see you wish you had more than your brother’s hand-me-downs. Don’t let them see you’re dreaming of getting out in a thousand tiny little ways. Let them remember only the brash outer surface, the one that can’t hurt when they don’t like it, because it isn’t really you.

Contrast this with the desperation in her voice when she thinks it’s all going to be erased. The panicked apologies. The hitch in her smile: “Let’s be honest—you couldn’t [forget me], even if you tried, right?” She knows there’s only so much road out ahead of her; she’s seen the stone in the ground. And she’s begging them—with that smile, always play-acting, just a little—to tell her again she’s more than just a tough little shit-starter. To tell her she’s worth remembering. That they will, even if she can’t stay. If I’m going, that moment says, I want it to be when you three can see who I actually am. I want friends. I want to be remembered. I want to matter. It’s all built to with such careful detail work over the season, and I am desperate to see more of it in the future.

[dirtbra1n]

I’m feeling regular today Whos going to answer for this

[whoslaurapalmer]

just, spitballing something

violet doesn’t learn how to drive for a really long time (when would she have had the time?? when was it necessary??) but eventually she learns how to drive in her late twenties, and she needs An Adult Who Is More Adult Than Her to be in the car while she’s driving and it’s lemony. lemony is very touched to be asked to supervise her driving, even though no one can concretely confirm whether or not lemony himself can drive. but he knows what he’s talking about and is very patient with her even when she accidentally runs a red light one (1) time

and the thing about violet hanging out with lemony is that like, he doesn’t make her uncomfortable, but, he makes her uncomfortable. violet has been the oldest adult in the room for so long that when there is an actual adult around who’s the age her parents would’ve been if they were still alive, she does not know what to do with him. he never acts like a parent or An Older Adult, but violet has been protecting everybody for so long that she doesn’t know what to do when presented with somebody who could potentially protect her, and maybe actually do it, like they’re supposed to. and she doesn’t need somebody to protect her, she’s in her late twenties and she knows how the world works and what to do, how to live and how to hope and how to be. and she doesn’t need lemony, not like that, not at all. sure she likes him just fine, he helps around the house and he has good taste in books and beatrice likes him, and he took care of her, but you’re supposed to take care of a child. violet isn’t a child anymore. and she doesn’t want to be.

anyway. she runs the red light one (1) time and has to pull over because she can’t breathe. and when she starts crying and lemony lets her cry she’s almost angry that he doesn’t do anything else. but she doesn’t know what she wants him to do. and then he hands her a handkerchief. and lemony has never asked anything of her, she thinks, except that she just be violet baudelaire. and, being violet baudelaire means a lot of things. inventor, orphan, sister, parent, adult. she was a child. then she was an adult. she’s an adult now. and there was no period in between, and klaus knows how that feels, but klaus is her brother, her younger brother, and violet wants nothing more, all at once, but to look up and see somebody else who’s supposed to know what to do. somebody else to make a decision, somebody else to do something terrible and hurt someone else, somebody else to make a mistake, somebody else to raise her siblings and beatrice, not that she doesn’t want to but she’s been going for so long without stopping until here, now, on the side of the road in a car she built herself, learning how to drive much too late, which just tops the list of things that in a decent world violet baudelaire should never have really had to do, and violet feels like she’s unraveling. being violet baudelaire means, she’s never allowed herself to be this tired, and she can’t do it.

and lemony snicket is handing her a handkerchief. and he smiles at her, and tells her she can try again. driving scares him, too. that’s why he doesn’t typically drive, even though, yes, he does have a license. he shows it to her. he tells her about how her parents were very proud of him, when he got it. he tells her they made fun of his picture, this very picture because he has since renewed it a number of times (sometimes many years late but always renewed) but always under circumstances where he could not change the picture, but he assures her no one gets a good picture at the department of motor vehicle anyway, and it’s nothing to worry about. he tells her she’s okay.

violet takes his handkerchief. she holds it tight in her hands and can’t find it in her to wipe her eyes or stop crying, and she can’t say anything at all. lemony looks concerned now, and he almost always looks some degree of concerned, about one thing or another, but he looks concerned at her and he puts his hand on her shoulder and says it again, very earnestly. she’s okay. and she really isn’t. she doesn’t feel okay at all. she leans over and sobs into his suit jacket, because she’s not okay. and he doesn’t say anything else. he holds her very gently and doesn’t say anything. not even when she crumples up the lapels of his jacket in her hands as she grips them alongside the handkerchief. like a child, she thinks. it’s terrible.

it’s not all that terrible. the world is stopping, but it still moves on. another car drives by. neither violet or lemony let go for as long as it takes.

eventually, violet stops crying, and she leans back in the seat and dries her eyes, and folds lemony’s handkerchief into a neat square, and hesitates. then she tucks it into the pocket of her shirt.

“for safekeeping,” she explains. anything can happen in a car. in case i need it, she does not say, because she’s still not entirely okay.

lemony nods, very seriously. not patronizingly, but seriously. like he’d do the same thing, like he understands completely, and she doesn’t have to say anything more.

violet drives back home with lemony snicket.

[bittersweetblasphemy]

random hilarious thought involving my religious upbringing and friends

i was completely oblivious to the beef between Catholics and Protestants throughout my entire childhood. yeah it came up in my history classes but it never clicked for me that is was, yk, still a thing? or that even what happened in the past was as vehement and bloody as it was.

and it literally just dawned on me, that when my best friend's super religious parents sat me down at their kitchen table in some stupidly intense "thing" to apologize for assuming i was a bad influence on their kid and passing judgement yadda yadda...

it wasn't because i was a goth, it wasn't because i wore pentacles and not so secretly practiced witchcraft, it wasn't because my family was less dogmatic about their religion by that age (because of the entire younger generation being so put off by it we were all actively fighting that shit and it actually made the older generations back off so they didn't scare us away (still didn't work lol)), and it wasn't because i was queer.

it's because i was fucking catholic 🤣🤣🤣

i was past the age where i was still playing along but the point is that i was raised in a catholic family

fucking hell i even remember one time being invited to their church and my friend begged me to go to keep them company. and my ass (being used to the big beautiful catholic churches with their iconography and carved wooden pews and heavy incense and choirs and stunning hand painted art and stained glass windows and candles) was so fucking baffled when we went to an auditorium at a school with folding chairs where they played music out of a sound system and used a fucking projector like the sermon was a fucking powerpoint. they didn't even sing the scriptures. even as someone who was already disillusioned to the church i was bored out of my skull.

like i literally just thought they were poor or something and didn't say anything bc i didn't want to be rude.

did i mention my friend's dad was the pastor????

[ranger-kellyn]

just got the devastating news that we're being forced to go back to work 50% of the time in office next month, and likely by this time next year it will be at 100% all so we can "get back enjoying the things we did pre-covid, like meaningful in-person engagement!" due to "how well our nation handled covid!" as if it's literally not still killing and disabling people on the daily.

[loverofallthingssmart]

hope whoever was on the shift before me gets sucked silly godbless🙏

[reddiamondyeet]

Sunni redesign! Now I'll actually be able to draw her more hopefully.

[poppyseed799]

Brother why are there so many roaches we have had TWO full exterminations and BOTH TIMES the roaches came back. The first time there were less of them for a week (still some) but the second time there was absolutely zero difference in the number of roaches even immediately after the extermination. Like man. What am I supposed to do about this

[catboydan]

I finally rewatched Good Omens s1 and watched Good Omens s2 and I'm now crying, they've been pining since the very beginning of everything and they deserve happiness not that ending they got

you know what though? we're gonna get there. THEY are gonna get there. they're gonna get that cottage in the south downs, and all we have to do is harass the studios to pay their workers so the strikes can end and we'll finally get to see our ineffable idiots have a happy ending ;-;

[thesparrow1996]

the inner workings of rooster teeth baffle me so much. part two of the rwby justice league crossover movie is supposed to take place after v9 with characterization specifically influenced from the insane events of v9. what is the purpose of that. why do they put this strange level of effort into these things why are they pretending to be in continuity post the vague magic school era of rwby that anyone that didn’t know the show would understand. what is gained from these things existing in the first place

[vettelcore]

i found put yesterday i can lift more than 60kg and my ego has never been bigger

[hatchetmode]

My antidepressants are making my hair fall out

[curly-cottage-girl]