#very mysterious anon

[pardonmydelays]

What are your fave Taylor’s outfits on the eras tour? ✨ (Please don't mince your words hehe 😌)

hi bel anon!

ok, so i decided to pick one outfit from every set (i know there are more but i don't want it to be this long) & then i'm gonna do a quick summary at the end. let's go:

LOVER surprisingly, my favourite lover bodysuit is not the pink one, but the blue & gold one! all of them are pretty, but this one's superior:

FEARLESS obviously this is the best fearless dress & i bet everybody agrees (the silver one is also ok, but the other gold dress is absolutely hideous lol):

EVERMORE the brown dress! definitely! it's so pretty & it matches the vibes of the album for me:

REPUTATION so we only have one rep outfit but i really love it so i'm going to include it here (THE SNAKES!!!):

SPEAK NOW this is the dress, i lost my mind when i saw it for the first time, i am not the biggest fan of the rest of them to be honest, but this one is absolutely beautiful:

RED i'm a total slut for this era & for all too well 10mv (also red is my album & i need everyone to know that), so it's obvious i'm gonna choose this one:

FOLKLORE green dress & green dress only, i don't make the rules (also this dress screams IVY even tho this song is not on folklore but oh well you know i am right):

1989 blue outfit, cause it's a blue album, what else is there to say, this one is the prettiest:

ACOUSTIC SET pink dress, or, should i say, raspberry?

MIDNIGHTS lavender haze outfit will be my forever favourite me thinks:

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QUICK SUMMARY: i love all those outfits, but my favourites are definitely green folklore dress, purple speak now dress & red atw outfit. also, i need to see the green folklore dress at my show, please pray for me.

[hersurvival]

Very mysterious anon

Here

Calamity in my life causes me calm

I face the your storm to bestow a hurting balm

Tempasts be dammed, past mistakes have been embalmmed and laid to rest, perhaps this will be the best period of romantic zest

Tell me,

Of what desire you long for

From storms and chaos?

For you deserve calm waters

And warm, sandy shores.

[hanjoj]

We can rewatch the digimon movies together

fuck yeah, I'll bring popcorn

[teshadraws]

Nia, noticing Tobias is once again sad/upset: "need a hug?"

Tobias, desperately touch starved and very much wanting a hug, still trying to keep up his non-existent reputation: *blushing* "What? No, disgusting,"

Pretty much. 😂

[welcome-to-green-hills]

That exclusive printed Shadow poster for Transformers One ticketholders on opening day? Yeah, it's personally signed by Keanu himself

Hi Hon!❤️✨

I saw! Some people are gonna be very lucky getting one of these posters. It looks like it’s a photo of Shadow on his bike for those wondering.

[the-lonelyshepherd]

for anon that said to draw regina george but make it “silly”

[hotdrinks]

I meant WHO is Jon?

A fella

[ID a very simplified sketch of Jon sims sitting with his legs straight out, holding a tape recorder and frowning deeply. Three disembodied eyes hover behind him and look at him. End ID]

[hellsite-hall-of-fame]

help someone just followed me? i am confused and shoutout to @caeb-ruu ig

ha yeahhh that’s what happens when you have a cool blog name ig lol

[bepoucorp]

DAMN BEP , YOU’RE COLLECTING ANONS LIKE POKÉMON 😭😭 I’M FUCKING SOBBING AT THIS ??? i gotta get past my editor’s block and pump out a bunch of bepouverse edits to assert dominance as editor anon /J ( THIS IS SLASH JAY.. YOU OTHER ANONS R VERY SILLY ^O^ )

i feel crazy michael... please help... /silly

[zerotwoooo]

Hmnn...i wonder who is in the bag??? Mysterious mysterious...MYSTERY....?!?

"Gooey...?"

"... ah... Well they seem normal enough, and not possessed..."

"You must be this Gooey...? I am Meta knight and-"

"..."

"...What."

"Oh!"

"Ur a friend!"

"What."

Gooey is now open for questions!

[tequilaqueen]

he doesn't really have an accent??

he kind of adopted accents during covid and now talks in his own little way

sometimes he sounds British lol

🤔🤔

I don’t believe you

Let me live in my delusions

Actually no. A British James is funnier.

British accents are also funny lol.

Once had a guy called Tom give a speech to us. I couldn’t keep a straight face. He was bald and had the most British accent to ever British. I was just in the back of the class giggling.

[st-hedge]

This is as far as I could take my level 80 Zeldy, I admit defeat. My head hurts my hands hurt, I will continue some other time. Thank u mysterious anon for bullying me, though I’m sad we shall never see what could’ve been the reward for succumbing to peer pressure. I wouldn’t have otherwise made it this far (bullying works)

[nikossasaki]

We have until the end of the month to prove to Netflix Dead Boy Detectives is worth saving. The second season is written and ready to go, we just need to show them we can bring the audience! Please spread the word and encourage everyone you know to watch Dead Boy Detectives - completing the series counts the most. We'd love to go back to work and bring you all another season, so please help us spread the word <3

everyone pls go watch & stream dbd! it’s so good & hits all the right notes…im so serious!! im so obsessed with this show & i will delete everything & live in a cave if its not picked up 😭😭

[everybodyknows-everybodydies]

17) empty, Faralda

She has the most splitting headache.

“I told you,” someone is saying, a tense cool hand on her forehead, “I told you to keep a reserve, and did you listen—”

Faralda cracks a bleary eye open. “Listened,” she mumbles thickly. “And disregarded.”

“Which was stupid! Do you hear me!” Colette shakes something in front of her face. Her cheeks look scrubbed raw, still; one half-singed curl loose from its braid. Can’t have been too long, then. “Open your mouth, you great foolhardy giant, or I’ll dunk you in the magicka well.”

“How would you propose even getting me there,” she starts to grumble, and is met with something startlingly cold and gooey dropped on her tongue. “…that’s not how I make it,” she manages once she’s through gagging down the mixture.

“Then next time you can listen and not ‘disregard’ when I tell you not to let yourself run dry, and you can dig through whatever’s left of the alchemy shelves yourself.” Colette has her drink the contents of another three vials of varying reagent combinations for the same effect—the headache is lessened somewhat, but her tastebuds have all been summarily executed without so much as a trial—before putting out an expectant hand.

As she looks like a stiff wind might topple her and then earn itself a fresh diatribe, Faralda does not take the offered assistance, instead raising herself onto one elbow. Previously undiscovered colors splinter across her vision for the effort. “Where—”

“Not awake. No, you cannot see her yet,” she says, taking her by the jaw to turn her head from one side to the other, “yes, she is still stable; yes, I am going there again right after you have enough magicka in you that I’m no longer worrying about whether you’re going to forget how to breathe the instant I turn my back.”

“I would not—forget how to breathe.”

“So you say.” Letting go of her jaw, Colette sits back on her heels and swipes another handful of motley little bottles to hand her. “Your pupils are still constricted. I haven’t got enough made here; I need to see if they’ve had luck salvaging anything else, or—whatever Enthir’s brought in, now. Finish what I do have while I go, and for gods’ sakes don’t do any more damage to yourself than you’ve already managed. Do not so much as light a candle, do you hear?”

Faralda takes one from her in resignation to down it with as little tasting as possible, shifts her jaw as she belatedly processes why the ceiling looks so far away. “Why am I on the floor?”

“Because if I needed to drag you out the door,” she says, short, “I thought you might appreciate not being dropped first.”

Ah. “…yes. I would appreciate not being. Dropped.” She hadn’t quite thought the dunking was a serious threat. Faralda is still not entirely confident she could do that—considerably less so as Colette teeters to her feet, staggers half a step to the right when she dusts off the skirt of her robes—but more impossible things than this have happened, lately. Her hand flexes at her side, knuckles scraping across a thin dent in the floor. “I am glad,” she says aloud, watching spots swimming across the arching cracked stone overhead, her own voice sounding oddly distant (perhaps climbing for the ceiling; how has she never noticed how high they seem?), “that it was you.”

Silence. For a moment she half believes she’s lost her hearing, and closes her unsteady fingers around a particularly rectangular bottle before, strained: “It could have gone—much better. Do you know, I—” Something shuffles by the door, and then Colette clears her throat. “It was good of you. Incredibly, extraordinarily stupid, and you are not ever allowed to forget that, but—it was good of you.” And then, aggravated, “I am going! Drink those!”

Some rudimentary semblance of a smile cracks on her face, splits her dry lips. “Make the next ones less sludgy.”

“You’ll get what you get—”

[poems-of-the-anentomologist]

Without the sun there is no moon

Without me there is no you

Yet it feels wrong to me for that to be true

Light shone down from your skies

They were so much brighter than mine

I reached out to make my place in your arms

But my wings burned with your touch

I was just another Icarus

I fell back into my night. I had no light to dream of

It wasn’t your fault

My place is among the dark, where the stars shine far and cold. empty and stark

You should have never put me in your heart

So why do you return? Why do you come into the night where the horrors lie

Why do you want to pull me out of what should be my life

Why wont you just say goodbye?

Without the moon the sun gets lonely

Without you there is no me

That is the truth so why won’t you let it be

You eclipsed my path

You were new, you made me laugh

I let you rest in my arms

But you couldn’t stay, not like this anyways

I saw you fall but couldn’t find what to say

Without you I managed fine, but you never left my mind

It wasn’t your fault

You had never seen light so bright

But I feared you’d lose what made you special if you and me were tied so tight

Yes I am scared. The night is not a place for me

But it also fair for this to be your life while I bathe in light

Because I care about you, that’s why I won’t say goodbye

I don’t want to lose you.

And I don’t want to loose you too.

Good morning

Good night

yay more star metaphors!

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Mystery there’s a new render of scrunkly is it real?!

Hello, my dear!❤️✨

I saw, yes! It looks very good! I do have one problem: I have no idea if this is official or not. That, and I can’t find the official source of where it came from. I’ve seen it on Twitter already, but I’m not sure if it’s 100% real.

To me it looks real. I guess we’ll have confirmation on whether or not it’s real closer to the launch date. What do you all think?