Being crazy about a piece of media for any amount of time will leave a weird mark on you forever because years later you’ll see someone posting something about it like “can we talk about this frame” and you’ll be like “ah that frame. i know all about that frame. I was once a scholar of that frame.”
hi I saw your old posts about a 18+ dead poets society discord server and I'd like to join but the links from those posts are so old now that they've expired, so if that server is still up and active would you mind possibly posting a new link to join it please?
Hi!! Here’s a fresh link https://discord.gg/TskTNyQpt . I will admit that the server is quiet these days but every once in a while you’ll find us lurking in there. I’d love to revive it so you’re more than welcome to join! ❤️
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it makes me so sad to see so many creators talking in the tags about how they’re not creating as much because less and less people are interacting. this is proof that interaction is vital. this is proof that a lack of interaction leads to discouraged creators and leads to less creations. liking—and only liking—does not encourage creators.
and that’s because (1) the purpose of this website is to share things that bring us joy and (2) likes don’t share things or ensure something is seen by more people, not like they do on other sites. so, when so many people decide to only like a post and not share it (i.e. not reblog it), that tells the creator that those people didn’t think their hard work was worth sharing with others. that’s discouraging.
and the creator isn’t the only one that gets something out of that. you get something, too. you get the joy of sharing something you like; that’s a meaningful experience for both you and for the creator. and that experience—that interaction—encourages the creator to create more, and so there’s more joy to be had for both you and the creator.
long story short, interaction (i.e., reblogging, which is interaction in its simplest form on this site) brings joy. it’s literally all about the joy, people. the joy in discovering and sharing and appreciating and marveling at creations. so please reblog—for everyone’s sake, including your own.
AHHHGG OMG IVE BEEN READING YOUR WRITING AND I LOVEEEEEEEE THE ANDREW GARFIELD FICS <3333
I SAW THE DINWR POST AND ITS SUCH A CUTE THEME IF THERE ARE ANY MORE SLOTS COULD I GET SOME NACHOS W/ CHEESE CURD?
NO PRESSURE LOVE YOUR WORK
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It's hard to not feel out of place here, the corset in the last minute dress you bought cutting you off from taking a deep breath. It was jarring being in a room of such notable names and faces. Some of them being people you've looked up to for years. It was exciting and terrifying all at once and at this moment you needed a drink.
You never would've expected your first big Hollywood role to land you a ticket to the Oscars and you definitely didn't expect to also attend the after party with such big names. You hadn't necessarily won any awards tonight, merely a side character in a flick you had been lucky enough to be in. Yet your name now would always be attached to some of the awards the film did win and that made your skin tingle.
It's the very reason you can't help the smile that floats to your face as you wait beside the bar, in hopes of any kind of liquor to calm your nerves. The world is a blur around you, the chatter drowned out by the music playing, and your mind wandering to the happiness you felt at this very moment, oblivious to anything else.
“What can I get ya?” the bartender appears, breaking you from your trance. Smiling, you subconsciously lean forward to tell him your order softly. “Cosmopolitan-”
“And a Manhattan, put it on my tab,” a voice appeared beside you, an empty glass being set on the bar, and before you could protest the bartender had nodded and walked off to retrieve your drinks.
“You didn't have to do that,” you start, looking up to find brown eyes behind a set of glasses that had to have been made to be specifically worn by him. Andrew Garfield in all his glory stood before you. His stylist had done everyone a favor by dressing him in the chocolate brown suit hand picked to match his hair and eyes perfectly.
“I don't mind, it's not often I see a fresh face around here so I’m happy to do it,” he tells you and you gulp, a nervous hand reaching to grab a strand of your hair and twirl it around your finger.
“I’m-” you start to introduce yourself but he holds a hand up, cutting you off.
“I know who you are, I saw when you went up with your castmates to accept the award tonight. You were the only person on that stage that looked like it was the best thing to ever happen to you and they didn't even let you touch the damn thing,” he says and an embarrassed blush covers your cheeks.
“It was just surreal, something of my dreams. I’m not quite sure any of this is real yet,” you admit and Andrew smiles, seeing that spark every good young actor has in you. He had no doubts that pretty soon you'd be up there accepting an award meant only for yourself.
Before he could say anything, your drinks appeared in front of you, hands reaching out to take a sip in order to calm your nerves. Talking to someone such as Andrew was surreal enough. He continues to watch as he reaches for his own glass and with the newfound liquid courage you take control of the conversation.
“I saw you up there tonight too with Goldie Hawn, what's she like?” you whisper the last part, not wanting to sound like some insane fangirl, but it was the Goldie Hawn.
“Shes great, one of the sweetest ladies I've ever met,” he says and it's then you're reminded of the many other famous names and faces Andrew had worked with over the years, desperate to quiz him on every single one, and yet you keep yourself together.
“You’ve met so many cool people, I definitely do not belong here,” you mutter to him, not even considering the fact he was lumped into that group. He was Andrew Garflied for God sakes.
“You do belong, you just never really get used to it. Trust me,” he says, sipping from his own drink and there is something about those words that comforts you. You weren't sure what your next project would be, what side of the earth you'd end up on for the next five months, but the unknown future was thrilling.
“I don't know, you looked pretty natural up there,” you tell him and he chuckles like what you just said was a funny joke.
“It's my job to act natural, inside it was quite nerve wracking. Report back to me when you're announcing an award next,” he says and you giggle much harder than you probably should. You can't help the fact he's extremely charming and as good looking as he is. Plus out of everyone here for some reason he wanted to talk to you.
“Will do, maybe we’ll get lucky and announce together,” you say and he smiles, eyes shining directly at you. The look on his face almost makes your heart stop.
“Now that would be the dream,” he says and for a second a flash of shock crosses his face, almost like he hadn’t meant to say it outloud. The words make you blush but also the idea of being paired up with him in any way sounded like the ideal situation.
“I look forward to it, but I shouldn't keep you. I’m sure there are many people here who want to catch up with you,” you tell him, reaching for your drink again and trying to hide the sadness you feel at the idea of him leaving you behind. He had been in the industry much longer than you had, meaning there were more familiar faces for him than there were for you.
“If you don't mind I'd much prefer to spend the evening with you, in fact it's all I've been thinking about since I saw you earlier,” he admits and if you weren't red before then you definitely were now.
“I don't mind at all,” you sheepishly admit and he grins, lifting his drink from the bar before standing and offering his free hand to you. You look at it confused, eyes darting between his hand and his face, asking the question before it even leaves your mouth.
“What do you say, want me to introduce you to Goldie?” he asks and your eyes widen, the ice in your glass clinking against the sides as you begin to buzz with excitement.
“Absolutley!” You grin, sliding your hand into his own as you stand and both of you freeze, neither of you missing the way the world slowed as soon as you touched. Your heart doubled over in your chest and the man smiled softly at you.
“Let’s do it!” and just like that he’s guiding you in the direction of big stars who mingle over shared drinks and for the first time all night you felt like you had belonged. He made you feel like you belonged and a part of you knew this was just the beginning.
but it's ponyboy having to rebuild his life and go back to being normal after dally and johnny died
"are you man enough?"
but it's darry having to tell his kid brothers their parents are dead and now he has the responsibilities of being two parents at the same time on his shoulders
"are you man enough?"
but it's sodapop trying to act normal around ponyboy after his letter to sandy came back unopened
"are you man enough?"
but it's dally, hoping that johnny's not dead and he just passed out temporarily
"are you man enough?"
but it's johnny making a split second decision just to save ponyboy from drowning
"are you man enough?"
but it's darry and sodapop, never knowing when their brother will come back home
"are you man enough?"
but it's two bit, searching for his switchblade, trying to distract himself from the fact dally is dead
"are you man enough?"
but it's steve stumbling forward with a sob and sodapop having to catch him after dally died
