#septemeber

[nemfrog]

Minsky

[leupagus]

MY BABIES ARE BACK

ETA: in case you didn't get a chance to watch "Magpie Murders," please enjoy the trailer for that too:

[thebrighteststarzx]

Dry your eyes girl, Autumn is near.

[batshikns]

ouh. oh.

[tacodemuerte]

bro NO MOORE SUMMERS..saca tu sueritas!! 🍁🍂🍃

[fidgetspringer]

The fact that I just made a phone call to subject myself to two therapists at once should be enough proof of my transness. Where's my T?

[zelkam]

whoops my hand slipped

[cassketti]

I clench my teeth and sweat furiochiously when I see adrian shephard contnet..

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Apparently on Deuxmoi someone wrote in that Louis was at Harry’s show on the 28th? 👀

I mean............ I don't think we have confirmation of where he was on the 28th. He was in LA for Zach Sang on the 27th, then in England on Oct 1 for Matt's wedding. But also, could've been any fan who sent that, soooooo ?????

who's got them HD pics? PIC OR IT DIDN'T HAPPEN

EDIT: follow up here.

[the-haunted-office]

September arrives back at the Haunted Office some hours later and immediately seeks out Thursday. She finds her in the employee lounge, stretched out on the couch and munching on a bowl of popcorn, which is propped up on her rounding abdomen while she watches The Matrix.

At the sight of her, the other woman's face breaks into a smile, a warm, friendly smile which just a few hours ago would have made September feel all warm and ticklish inside despite being dead. Now, though... Now all she feels is prickling dread.

"Hey!" Thursday greets, moving the popcorn so that she can sit up. "Any luck?"

September cuts to the chase too - a different chase. "Are we friends?"

Thursday blinks, clearly confused. "...What?"

"You and me. Are we friends? Really friends?"

"...Yes, we are. But- what's that supposed to mean?" Thursday asks, apparently somewhere between confused and offended now.

The Reaper huffs and turns away for a moment, trying to gather herself. Lying. That woman was lying. That's all this is. LYING.

But... she can't stifle that little voice inside her that says she's not worthy of friendship, she's never been worthy, it doesn't make sense for everyone to hate her except for one person, that just means that one person has to be the one lying, faking it, using her somehow. Manipulating her. Gaslighting her.

No pencils. There were no pencils.

When she turns back around, she doesn't say anything. Not at first. She stalks over, a little too quickly perhaps, in a way that might easily be perceived as threatening. Thursday doesn't flinch away, though. She never does. Sept still doesn't know what to make of that, and she's less certain now than she ever was.

"Turn around," the ghost says. Not forcefully, but enough so that she can tell Thursday is about to become more obstinate.

"Why? What are you doing? What's this about, Sept? What happened?" Thursday asks. shifting her stance and digging in her heels just as Sept knew she would.

Stubborn.

"Just do it. Please."

It's a calculated word choice on Sept's part and it's all that takes to get Thursday to budge. "All right..." she says, and turns around.

Sept approaches and cautiously lifts up her least harmful arm out of seventeen - one of her own - as it doesn't have any claws or sharp, rough edges. She gently presses against the base of Thursday's skull, feeling around. It can't be there. It can't be...

Thursday lets out a small laugh. "What are you doing? You know, if you'd- if you'd- haha. I hope I'm not jumping to any unfounded conclusions here, but if you wanted to, you know, hug, or- or anything, all you had to do was ask."

...but it is.

She can feel it. A small, squarish bit of raised flesh, nestled right there. If her heart hadn't already stopped long ago it'd be pouring out of her right now. Her hand falls away, along with the rest of her, backing off from the only person she's ever loved so fast she crashes through the doorway, taking out pieces of the door frame with her.

Thursday jumps and spins around in surprise, her laughter and the warm smile gone.

September is gone too, climbing into the nearest glass picture frame and disappearing into the In Between, Thursday shouting after her.

...There were never any pencils.

[reesdomain]

FALL IS HERE! KINKTOBER IS HERE! COLD SEASON IS HERE! THE TIME OF MY PEOPLE HAS COME AGAIN!!!

[asaxophony]

my advisor when i tell her i need to fucking drop out of grad school and shes like :(  while im like BUT NOT FOR A BAD REASON

[majimassqueaktoy]

cranky VA anon on twitter seems to have forgotten that Shunsuke Daito was in Sennyuu Sousa Idol Dekadance (if you ever want to see him play a con-man going undercover as a jpop idol?? this show was ridiculous)

LMAO THANKS FOR THE TIP!!

[weirdlizard26]

so happy people liked the new song :-) good night!!

[unendingexhaustion]

[istherewifiinhell]

And you know after all this I still have to get my cheque fixed?