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do you ever hear the intro theme to a video game and you get really emotional and your heart feels really weak like it’s coming back home and it’s basically like that whole world you love so much summed up into one epic song and you just want to fucking cry a lot because this is the video game for you and nothing else ever can even compare to the feeling you get when you hear that one fucking bit of music
IN MY HUMBLE OPINION the most underrated song from each TØP album
Twenty One Pilots - Johnny Boy
Vessel - Trees
Blurryface - Hometown
Trench - Legend
Scaled and Icy - No Chances
Clancy - Snap Back
*Barry holding his baby*
Caitlin : Oh God, I can’t believe one of us actually has one of these.
Cisco : I know, I still am one of these.
Shoutout to characters that are both genuinely deeply kind and also genuinely terrifying and willing to spill buckets worth of blood to get something done. And neither of these are an act, they're just both very true.
BSD x Obey Me
WHERE ARE THE OBEY ME X BSD AUs D: Plz I need an AU where one of those years that Dazai was laying low would be the year that the MC gets sent to the Devildom. Nine demons, an angel and an immortal sorcerer simping for Dazai would literally complete my life.
OR ATSUSHI BEING SENT AS THE MC MID SEASON THREE CONTENT KINDA TIMES. It would mess up the BSD timeline by a lot but Atsushi needs some emotional support immortals for what he’s about to go through. Like honestly, everyone in bsd needs a break.
LMAO can you imagine the boys falling for Akutagawa and him being completely oblivious/borderline hostile when he can’t figure out why they’re acting the way they are. Or Chuuya being the MC and the boys figure out he was experimented on/the vessel for a god? THE POTENTIAL
the actor of flint is really putting his entire cunt into reflecting the tense duality of total emotional unavailability and “looks gutted everytime someone talks to him sincerely”
it's the little things
oh. my. god.
1.02 - "they say that morgoth found the silmarils so beautiful that after he had stolen them for weeks he could do nothing but stare into their depths."
1.08 - "i alone can see your light" and "you bind me to the light"
2.01 - sauron staring in awe at galadriel as if he had a revelation when he first saw her at the sea.
2.05 - "when the light caught your hair, for a moment you seemed her perfect likeness."
2.06 - sauron deceiving celebrimbor "the silmarils, they will merit little more than a whisper, but the rings of power will be deemed the most precious creations in all middle-earth. best feanor." BUT then when he is alone in his illusion, we hear a man tell a woman who looks like galadriel "i've written a poem but i fear your beauty still overshadows anything i could possibly write."
like morgoth coveted silmarils created by feanor inspired by the way the light reflected galadriel's hair, sauron will covet galadriel's light till the end of his days, attempting to recreate it but failing as nothing will ever come close to her, to that feeling he felt and wanted to bind to his very being. so sauron gropes ever to see galadriel for as long as he exists!
chills, literal chills.
@bibyvariable WAIT WAIT FOR ME I WANNA RACE TOO
Marcos took his older step sisters name and denounced his old one after she went missing and was presumed dead—but now she’s back with snazzy tattoos new sponsors for him he didn’t even know existed and sketchy behavior 😈
So very excited to share the comic i made for @ferdibertauzine !! I got to combine two of my favourite things ever— ferdibert and pacific rim (and had a lot of fun figuring out how to draw the drift!). Leftovers are open now so you can grab a copy now if you’re interested, so many talented people worked on this zine so be sure to check it out!
Nobody’s Son, Nobody’s Daughter
Nine.
TW: smoking
Dear Farmer,
Tonight at around ten o’clock PM, a rare and beautiful event will take place. The moonlight jellies will be passing by Pelican Town on their long journey south for the winter. We’re all gathering at the beach to watch. You don’t want to miss this!
See you tonight,
Demetrius.
My parents would always pick me up from Grandpa’s before the dance of the moonlight jellies. When Mom was around, Grandpa would plead with her for me to stay another night and that he would take me to the city. It was Dad’s rule though. He didn’t pick me up or drop me off and Grandpa wasn’t allowed to come to our home. Looking back, Mom probably wanted me to stay but knowing Dad, it wasn’t going to happen. I’ve begged Dad to tell me why his relationship with Grandpa was so strained but he never went into much detail. “He was hard on me. Just leave it at that.” I would beg Grandpa for answers too. “That’s something for your father to tell you, when he feels ready.” I haven’t spoken to Dad at all since I moved to the valley. I wonder if he feels deja vu.
I’m making poppy seed muffins as my summer flower garden has been more than bountiful this year. I figured a little late night snack would do the town good and maybe improve my friendliness with some of the villagers I haven’t gotten to know that well. I’ve learned that I can’t be cold and off putting like I was in the city. If I want to live a good life here, I have to be like Grandpa.
“Smells good in here, Farmer,” I recognized Sam’s voice immediately. I’m making a honey glaze for the muffins that are baking in the oven. I look over my shoulder and catch a glimpse of the trio of people I’ve been able to call my closest friends.
“What have I told you about breaking into my house?” I ask Sam with a chuckle.
“‘Ts not breaking in if the doors are unlocked,” he says. I shove my mixing bowl into Sam’s hands.
“Keep mixing. I have something for you guys,” I say as I go into the other room. I hear the faint sounds of the wooden spoon scraping against the metal bowl. Sam never fought me on things, I feel like he trusts me or whatever he doesn’t understand, he knows I have a good reason for it.
“Are you making these for tonight?” Abby asks me from the other room. I find the chest I keep at the end of my bed and pull out three crystals.
“Yea, I had some freetime. I gotta get people to like me somehow, right?” I say as I reenter the kitchen. I take the bowl from Sam’s hands and set it down. “Alright, close your eyes and hold out your hands.” The three do as they’re told.
“It better not be a bug,” Abby says.
“I hope it’s a bug!” says Sam. I place a crystal in each of their hands. Amethyst for Abby, Frozen tear for Sebastian, and Tiger’s eye for Sam. My trips to the mines had been successful and I had made my way down to the eightieth floor. It was hard work but I didn’t have much to do besides farm work and fixing up the old community center. The community center was going to take me a while so I figured I might as well slay some monsters and make a profit from the gems I find.
“Open your eyes.” They do and their faces light up when they see the gems.
“How did you know I love this?” they all ask. I shrug.
“They just seemed like your vibe,” I said. That was a lie. While foraging, cutting down trees, and just being in the valley I stumbled upon some notes. One was a page from Abby’s diary as I had recognized her handwriting. She mentioned she liked keeping amethyst under her pillow. Another was Sam’s shopping list, I also recognized his chicken scratch. He mentioned that Sebatian liked sashimi and frozen tears. I didn’t know what that was until I stumbled upon it in the mines. I remember Grandpa collecting around one hundred of them one summer and then giving it to Robin. He mentioned she wanted to make a chandelier. Sam was a little trickier though. I was having tea with Jodi one afternoon and she was telling me stories about my Grandpa and how kind he was to Sam. Even after I would leave when the summer was done, Grandpa would still watch Sam when Jodi needed it. One day Sam came home with a large yellow and brown crystal and was so overjoyed about it. He still has the tiger's eye Grandpa gave him all those years ago.
Abby wraps her arms around my neck and squeezes me. “Thank you thank you thank you thank you!” she says. The boys also nod and thank me.
“Well, thank you guys for caring about me,” I say, “you’ve made my adjustment to the valley a lot easier.” My nightmares aren’t as frequent, I’m smoking less even though I do miss when Sebastian would brush my lips with his fingers every time he gave me one, and I just feel better overall.
“Are you going to the dance of the moonlight jellies tonight?” Sebastian asks, “it’s the one festival I actually enjoy.”
“I think I will,” I say.
“Finally! You never got to seem them when we were kids, I remember being sad for you,” Sam says. My kitchen timer goes off. The muffins are ready. I pull them out and carefully dress them with the glaze. Abby goes to grab one but I slap her hand away.
“You’ll get one tonight,” I say and she pouts.
“Oh! I almost forgot,” Sam says while digging in his pockets. He pulls out a crumpled flyer and hands it to me. “We’ve got a gig next Saturday in the city. Some old songs, some new songs. You should come.”
GOBLIN DESTROYER
Julius Ballroom Patio
Fall 6
6PM
“I can’t wait to go,” I say and place the flyer on my fridge. “I’m glad you got out of your writer's block.”
“Write what you feel. That’s what you said. I also had help from Seb and Abby so I couldn’t have done it without all three of you.”
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I wanted to wear something other than my usual farm get-up. Like being at the beach in the rain, there’s something surreal about being at the beach during the night. I took my hair out of my usual braids and pinned my bangs back with a white bow and then threw on a light blue sundress. It was a little chilly out but I felt okay with my arms exposed. Fall is my favorite season and I couldn’t wait for the weather to break. As I step out of my house, I see that Sebastian is waiting for me. I can see I’m not the only one who decided to wear something different. He’s wearing a different pair of black ripped jeans than his usual and is wearing a dark gray button up with the first three buttons unbuttoned.
“What a surprise,” I say, “what brings you over here?” As I get closer to him, I inhale his scent. His cologne had hints of cedar, tobacco, and vanilla. His lit cigarette added an extra layer of tobacco. He smelled like heaven. He takes his half finished cigarette and puts it between my lips and before I could protest, he swiftly lights himself another one.
“Needed to get away from my family. I figured we could walk together,” he says as we make our way off my property. He seemed tense and I could tell that he had been chain smoking the entire walk here. “You look nice,” he says.
“Thank you. So do you,” I say, trying to not let my eyes linger.
“Demetrius wanted to take a family photo down at the shore. When he saw me in this, he seemed pissed off. Before I left I could hear him and my mom quietly arguing. I don’t know about what and I assumed it was about me. I just got the hell out of there,” he says while anxiously smoking his cig. “He’s known me since I was three. He raised me. I don’t understand why he hates me so much.” He kicks some rocks as we make our way through the town square. I wrap my arm around his and lean my head on his shoulder.
“You deserve better.”
“Ah, that’s just shitty father figures for ya,” he says, his mood shifting. I take my head off his shoulder and I see that he’s smiling at me. He knows I get it. We both finished our cigarettes before reaching the beach and I unlink arms with him. Him and I separate. He goes to Robin and I start chatting with the other villagers. When we separated though, it felt hesitant. Like he didn’t want to leave my side. Occasionally, I’d look over my shoulder and catch him looking at me.
“Farmer!” Vincent exclaimed as I approached him, Jodi, and Sam.
“Hey kiddo,” I say and reach into my pocket. Yes, my dress has pockets. I pull out a grape and he gasps.
“Wow! How did you know I like grapes?” he asked. Sam’s discarded shopping list. I press a finger to my lips.
“Santa told me,” I whisper. He looks up at me with wide eyes. I also give him a poppyseed muffin and pass those out to the other villagers as well. I look across the docks and watch Haley take pictures of Sebastian and his family. If I’m being honest, I felt a little jealous but I knew not everybody was happy in the family. Could I even create a happy family and break generational trauma? As I start to spiral, Haley approaches me, snapping me out of it.
“Seb wants a family photo,” she says. I look at her confused.
“Didn’t he already do that?” she rolls her eyes at me.
“Like with you, Sam, and Abigail.”
“Oh.” Yoba, you’re so dense, Farmer. I can hear Sebastian say in my head. I follow Haley to where Sebastian is and eventually Abby and Sam join us. Sam and Abby are on the end and Sebastian and I are in the middle. I’m smiling but genuinely smiling. I haven’t felt warmth from others in a while. I look up at Sebastian, seeing his face flushed out with his own version of expressing happiness. He’s feeling the exact same feeling I am.
Have been thinking about giving Cirrus a haircut for the new era…..do y’all fuck with it
More of the Silco survives AU! This is part three. Part 1 and Part 2
The girls learn the truth and Silco gets a taste of a monster