i need to talk about fall fair suite.
2 big things i noticed about it:
they're singing about the fall fair and they get to the part "when the fall fair comes- fall fair comes-" where it glitches out IT GOES TO "when the fall not fair" WHICH IS SO GENIUS I LITERALLY THOUGHT OF IT LIKE TWO MAYBE THREE DAYS AGO AND I CAN'T GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD bc it's a play on the words fall fair which is the fair that takes place in autumn but then they're singing about the drop "when the fall" as in the derailing and falling from the loop "not fair" because it's unfair/unjust that they are going to die before living out their lives and ocean especially keeps this sentiment throughout the show as in not seeing her death as "fair" esp since they weren't able to live out their lives
right when they're doing the part "like our far from the city little itty-bitty pretty hometown just a teeny tiny dot on a wee blue ball and we've all been spinning all been spinning round" IDK IF THIS WAS INTENTIONAL OR NOT but i just have intense imagery of like it (the "camera" for lack of a better word) zooming out to reveal like the solar system bc they're on a "wee blue ball" aka earth that's spinning in orbit as well as spinning in general and right now they're also spinning out of control because the cart derailed and now everything's spinning which is kinda a theme where everything's all scrambled like with mischa earlier "where's the sky and where's the ground" and also "pushing forward pulling back" and "you don't know up from down" (and also the alliteration(?) for city little itty bitty pretty makes me AHKSLDJKLDF)
no bc spoiler alert for national treasure: edge of history newest ep
warning 2:
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HOW LONG HAS HENDRICKS BEEN SALAZAR BECAUSE HONEST TO GOD ??? I USED TO THINK HE WAS JUST SPPOED TO BE LIKE THE "DUMB" GUY WHO DOESN'T BELIEVE LIKE ROSS DID RIGHT??? AND THEN IT TURNS OUT THAT HE'S SALAZAR AND IDK HOW TO FEEL AB IT LIKE DID HE JUST NOT ACT ON IT BECAUSE HE WAS DUMB OR WAS IT BECAUSE HE WANTED THE TREASURE FOR HIMSELF? IS HE A RECENT LEADER? i also thought he was a bit like holding on to that disbeliever part with not believing ross until IT WAS REVEALED THAT HE WAS SALAZAR and i am so in love with this series but i think they did that for shock value bc why would he become salazar? i hope we get his motivation.. and after seeing a few posts (since ik tumblr will almost always have that content i crave) i don't like hearing that the show is badly written since i like it so much but at the same time THIS PLOT TWIST SEEMS UNPLANNED??? unless they expand on it yk? i don't really ship ethan and jess i just love childhood friends to lovers, but i like liam and jess together better iykwim? oren and tasha >> though they're so sweet i <3 them sm I AM LITERALLY INSANE AB THESE PPL anyways SALAZAR REVEAL HAD ME GOING WILDDDD
National Treasure: Edge of History (2022-) / National Treasure (2004)
that one scene in nevermoor when jupiter mentioned that morrigan cut up ivy’s dress to make curtains when ivy made her get a pixie cut
[ID: digital art of morrigan crow, wearing black and holding scissors. she has short hair, and is standing outside of a room with patchwork pink curtains. there is a speech bubble saying "has anybody seen my dress?" and undernearth there is a blond woman's head as an icon. End ID]
updated image id by @nevermoor-described
Unpenetratable silence
Every movement amplified
But it's just because it's quiet
Can we silently start a riot? It's quiet enough to hear a pin drop
You can hear people breathe
But that's because it's quiet
Can we please start a riot? Every move of this pencil sounds like it hurts
Trillions of graphite atoms screaming
My imagination goes crazy when it's too quiet
For my sanity, someone start a riot Or at least start talking
Tapping your foot would do
To stop the awkward quiet
Get us out of here so lead a riot When I'm alone, battling on my own
I want to listen to music for the illusion,
That it is not quiet
So I don't start a riot Music and words keep me sane
When I can no longer go,
Into the anxiety provoking quiet
Music and poetry are my silent riot
Akai x No Surprises because they are both lyrical masterpieces with sick authors 🙏
@darthwhorecrux literally just this man (Link to amazing Twitter artist and all their Bleach sketches):
in this:
I'm so writing this and tagging you, promise.
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZML6vSfPT/
I'm shit at making edits but I just had to make one for this mf scene.
@everyone:
Me watching the season 4 finale of the boys:
I'M CRYING, LOOK AT CLARK'S FACE WHEN LOIS GETS KRYPTONIAN POWERS
CLARK KENT IS THE REIGNING CHAMP OF BEING LOIS LANE'S #1 FAN THAT IS A MAN THAT IS ABSOLUTELY OVER THE MOON THAT HIS WIFE IS SO COOL AND STRONG AND AWESOME HE IS SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW JUST WATCHING HER THIS IS THE BEST OF OF HIS LIFE
buck is a princess trapped in a tower and buckys like can you pleaseeeeeeee let me rescue you and bucks like i loveee my tower #mytower
so if #iobatw Bucky got a tattoo for Gale what and where would it be? 🤩 maybe he got tipsy one night in DC?
bucky: tattoo a b-17 on my shoulder and write “buck” on the plane
tattoo artist: ok
bucky: can you make it so a blonde pin-up girl is riding the b-17? but she’s got a really flat chest. like nonexistent basically
tattoo artist: …uh, ok…
“I waited.”
“Yeah, for like a month.”
Ughhhh this has so many flaws but here you go! This song ruined my life 😀
And here are the still versions :(((
been ideating. bird cage symbolism……..
Constant art mood 😔🤙🏻
OOOUUGGHEGF MY GODDDDS @shaedoxxxx LOOOOOOOK RN
team dark except i was too lazy to draw omega. oops
"Welcome back, batman"
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Batman: return to the wild Gotham AU
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After years leaving Gotham astrays to find the truth behind his parent's murder, Batman came back again to Gotham after he find what he's looking for. Riddler the smartest man himself had learned about the man's return and decided to give a hand on solving a case, he had turned himself and become a private detective.
With the legend arriving, Gotham criminals gather themselves to had a duel or a fight with him. Let's say riddler was the middle ground, with his access with the underground work, he becomes handy though save to say Batman doesn't trust the fellow that fast. Soon Batman learned the truth behind that helping hand and riddler is yet to realize who he's working with.
"You've comeback after decades of disappearing, your old man almost forgotten who you are, don't worry i took a good care of him." Riddler said as Batman Suspecting him of what he had done, but so far it's all harmless, he can't read whether it's a plan of nigma or it's genuine help whatsoever.
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This is psychological horror + cowboy au guys hope ya like it, maybe I'll make better story idk.
oh my god
❀ pair: biker!billie eilish x fem!reader
✰ summary: Sometimes, all you need is autumn and a biker girlfriend for life to feel complete.
✯ warnings: fluff, !ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!
The soft and just as equally harsh crunch of the leaves underneath your shoes made you feel a sense of contentment as you walked outside of your house, your hands tucked into the pockets of your coat.
Your head turned to look around yourself, a perfect autumn day was what it was around you. Leaves slowly falling from the large trees on the side of the road. Orange, red, brown and yellow. They all varied and from how you looked at it, not one time was there ever two same ones, there were two yellows, but one had a hole in it, the other was perfect, there were two red ones, but one was a leaf of an oak, the other one of sugar maple, there were two browns, but one’s lines were different, fainter than the other’s, there were two orange ones, but one was still perfect, unharmed and freshly fallen from its tree, the other older and crunched up.
All different but just as beautiful.
Often how people were described.
So unalike but still the same.
Life was funny. Sometimes you felt like the prettiest leaf of the season, brightly standinding out from the crowd in your striking yellow, red, orange or brown colour, but sometimes you felt like just the most ordinary of them all, sometimes a hole in your heart, sometimes from different groups and cliques, sometimes even the smallest differences from other people made you frustrated and sometimes you were just simply crumbling apart.
But that was true for everyone. Just in different fonts.
A soft smile rested on your face as you stopped on the edge of the road, your cheeks rosy. You eagerly waited for her arrival, butterflies flying around in your tummy and your heart beating irregularly fast against your chest.
When the loud purr of a motorcycle engine roaring down the street hit your ears, your head snapped from side to side until they landed on her. The black motorcycle was a contrast to the colourful surroundings as it flew closer and closer to you. You could see her dark, silky hair flowing in the wind behind her, coming out from underneath her black helmet.
When the vehicle came to a stop just a couple metres away from you, you flinched slightly at the loudness of it, hands flying out of your warm pockets to cover your ears until she turned it off and you finally dropped them, the sound of her cheeky laugh hitting your ears making you smile.
She climbed off the motorcycle and took off the helmet, her hair flowing in the wind freely once more and suddenly time slowed like you were in a movie, watching your high school crush from the parking lot secretly.
The sound of her voice snapped you out of it then as she walked closer. “Hey, pretty” Your eyes met and your smile grew.
“Hello, Bill” Billie’s steps came to a stop in front of you, helmet forgotten and placed onto the seat of the motorcycle. Her eyes scan over the rosiness of your cheeks in the cool air, the way your hands are stuffed deeply in your pockets and her heart melts.
“You cold, baby?” She asks gently, holding her hands out after taking off her leather gloves which made them warm. You nodded with a small soft hum, taking her warm hands in your cold ones with a sigh. Billie’s lips curled into a smile and she squeezed your hands before dropping them and placing her palms against your cold cheeks, the warmth washing over you like sipping tea on the porch with a blanket in your lap and a book in your free hand.
“You sure you wanna come? We can just stay inside” Your eyes -which you haven’t even realised had closed as you basked in Billie’s warmth- opened and met hers as her words reached your brain.
“No, yeah of course, I wanna come.” You nodded and took her hands off your face. “It’s not that cold”
Billie sighed, eyes searching your face for any kinds of uncertainty, but found none. “Alright, let’s go then, hm?”
You nodded again and then you felt her lips on yours, warm and welcoming as they moved against your own. You let out a small sigh into the kiss, eyes fluttering closed but then she pulled back with a last peck and a smile. Her hands let go of yours and put her gloves back on, then one of them took your hand again and led you to the motorcycle.
She held both of your hands again, helping you onto the back of it with a look of amusement and fondness in her eyes as she watched you struggle a bit. When you settled properly she let go of your hands and put on her helmet. Then she climbed on herself, hands gripping the handlebars as she kicked back the kickstand. Your arms wrapped around her torso in a swift motion as the engine roared to life once more, pressing your body to hers as your heart sped up.
Her right hand left the throttle and gave your hands -which were clasped together by Billie’s front- a small squeeze before going back to its place. In a couple moments the motorcycle started moving and your breath hitched slightly, holding Billie tighter. She chuckled, clearly amused by your fear but kept on driving down the street.
It took you a couple minutes to get used to the adrenalin and the pace of the vehicle but once you did, you just relaxed as much as you could and enjoyed the breeze catching in your hair and coat, the colourful trees and fallen leaves on the ground turning into a blur of colours as Billie drove through the small forest next to where you lived.
Your arms were still around her, but now resting on the inside of her jacket for warmth, rubbing her front gently with the back of your fingers as your head turned to all directions each time you saw something interesting or thought you saw an animal or such. Billie scolded you light-heartedly a couple of times already for moving around so much, saying something about balance and accident but it was muffled by her helmet, the engine and the wind.
The drive was mostly peaceful and you felt okay, holding the love of your life in your arms as the two of you rode through the forest. Everything made sense and you wanted to be nowhere else, only there, in her presence, on her motorcycle with her reassuring words on each sharp turn. So what if life sometimes felt shitty or other times good? With her it all disappeared and it felt like you were free of all problems.
Soon, when the motorcycle came to a stop, your head lifted from the place between Billie’s shoulder blades, curiously looking around. It was a lakeside, the sun reflecting on the clear water as well as the colourful trees surrounding it. Your head snapped back to your girlfriend when she got off the bike after securing it to the ground and taking off her helmet again. She shot you a big smile and took your hands, helping you off which turned out to be a little unsuccessful, because your right foot caught onto the side of the bike and you fell into her, resulting with her landing on the leaf covered ground with you on top of her.
And while a gasp left your lips, a loud laugh left hers and she held you tighter as she threw her head back, leaves sticking to her hair. You looked at her, the frown of worry leaving your face as it broke into a smile then a small laugh escaped you, too.
“God, how the hell did you even do that?” Billie shook her head, looking at you as her hands flattened on your back and fingertips pressed into your flesh comfortingly.
Your cheeks heated, making them even more red, as slight embarrassment washed over you and a nervous chuckle came from your mouth. “I-...I don’t know”
Billie smiled softly when she noticed your embarrassed reaction and she leaned her head up from the ground, pressing her lips to your rosy cheeks. “I’m just teasing, baby. I know you’re clumsy as hell”
You smiled back at her, letting out a breath of relief. “Oh, yeah”
She leaned her head back down and your hands came to cup her now cooling face, one tenderly picking the leaf pieces out of her hair. Her own hands rested onto your sides, eyes tracing over all of your features as you cleared her hair. They were filled with love, adoration and gratefulness, pupils blown as her cheeky grin turned into a soft lazy smile.
“I love you” She murmured quietly and your eyes met hers, heart warming at the look in hers.
“I love you, too” You said back, smiling at her while your hand fell from her hair and joined your other one on her face. You leaned down, pressing your lips together in a gentle, love-filled kiss and it was perfect. Everything was in this moment, the lake, the colourful leaves and trees around you, the soft splash of the lake and the slightly annoying cawing of the crows around while the soft breeze blew through the air. This was where you needed to be, and it didn’t matter why, because this was all you’ll ever need to know in your life, that you have her, and she has you and you have each other. Forever and always.
REQUESTS OPEN! ♡
a new chad meeks martin edit for y’all! watching scream this weekend, best believe i’m going to fold when i see him. thank the tiktok editors that are being held hostage in my basement. ✩⋆‧₊˚彡
Me when I want to post a pic from insta '-'
I've been working on a serious post for like half an hour and Tumblr won't fuckin post that I'm going to scream and cry
"Huh... weird writing..."
Can we talk about Percy seeing his mom in the underworld?
Look at how horrified he is.
There isn’t even a sliver of relief at seeing his mom again. The only thing on his face is wide-eyed terror.
Now look at what Sally looked like:
Did anyone else think that it seemed kind of familiar?
Did anyone else think that it kind of looks like she’s frozen in gold?
Percy saw his mom and it instantly reminded him of being encased inside Hephaestus’s trap in Waterland. Paralyzed and awake while he suffocated slowly and painfully. He’s remembering the panic he felt when he thought he was going to die and how much it hurt when he was freed; Even though he was alive, his lungs burned with every inhale and his head spun from lack of oxygen.
Now he’s putting his mom in that position
This was a lot of fun. And fun fact! I might be making a comic out of this! Do not take my word for it, you know how bad I am with motivation for comics and whatnot
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Closeups under the cut!
Guys, this fanfic-
I dont care if you dont ship Jay x Zane read it
stop rn !!!!!!!!!!!!!! STOP. !!!!
okay so since jay clearly likes sleeping holding something (so real of him) imagine if during skybound he fell asleep holding onto the vengestone ball bc it brought him some comfor- (gets dragged away and shot)