like a dream, sir.

ginny. 30s + they/she. in the pantheon of mind fuck tweets this sits in the upper echelon with no equal. shirelings on ao3. not spoiler free. lots of horror and gore. nw: widow's bay

[hosseinis]

“I guess flying’s out of the question,” he croaks, his face pinched. “Yeah.” “Then what the fuck are you going to do to fix this?” Strahm hisses, turning his head to glare at him again. There’s so much sheer rage in his eyes that Mark wonders if he’s ever set someone on fire with that gaze before. Strahm’s eyes are so blue, but unlike the strange, icy coldness of John’s or the ocean of Lawrence’s, there’s something in them that doesn’t quite have a place. The sky, maybe. “I’m gonna drive you there,” Mark replies easily. “We’re gonna take a little roadtrip together, you and me.” This time, Strahm gapes at him. “...are you fucking crazy?” he finally asks, not seeming to care how the rise in volume must hurt his throat. “What the fuck makes you think I would ever get in a car with you? Let alone fucking drive to Colorado? You’re lucky I haven’t already tried to strangle your murdering—” “Yeah, you’d get a lot done with one working arm,” Mark comments over him mildly, and somehow Strahm still manages to flush. “Fuck you,” he says, and looks away.

Mark had never planned for Strahm to survive if he didn't get into the glass coffin. It'd never even crossed his mind that he could, so when the hydraulic systems fail... well, he doesn't really know what the fuck to do about that.

Now he has a very injured, very pissed off FBI agent on his hands that he may or may not have framed for murder. But maybe Mark can still try to make Strahm understand just what it is he'd been trying to tell him in the first place.

(or, mark and peter go on a road trip to get peter's arm taken care of, and learn things about each other along the way.)

read on ao3!

[shazadlatifgf-deactivated202301]

A gifset for each one of my specialest boys – Lieutenant John Irving

[eiralivered]

what was up with him

[fyeahpersona]

[lycanr0t]

comic about determination and hope

[imasymbolfornothingthatexists]

My tumblr blog is so special to me. #blog

[dykely]

[helloitsbees]

[cinematicnomad]

THE TERROR ▸ 1.09 the c, the c, the open c

[the-terror-bracket]

Round 1!

whose baking is better?

Tuunbaq

Francis Crozier

Voting ended on7h

[ghostlypawn]

— tishani doshi

[fridgrave2-0]

I've been rewatching the show lately, had to get this out of my system

[noughticalcrossings]

Lieutenant Henry Thomas Dundas Le Vesconte

There’s been a vote

[crittaslink]

I gotta hand it to sandler that this scene is exactly what listening to that song feels like.

[mewvore]

"we detected a mature post" yeah I'm in my 30s

[blxnc]

there’s this term i coined in my friendgroup i call “the charizard effect” and it can apply to anything and everything, but it was born from me explaining my feelings about the pokemon charizard. the term is basically about how overexposure to something be it by corporate shilling or fandom prominence drives me away from really enjoying something bc i’m exposed to it so much against my will i become tired of it. it came to me bc i was ranting about how tpci does not, and cannot stop reinventing charizard, and how it is popular and obtusely included in almost every region, merch, etc in every way possible and it’s highly commodified.

i dont dislike the pokemon charizard, in fact i really like its X form, but i am exposed to so much charizard in my pokemon consumption that i cant be bothered to care for it in any more than in passing. this applies to a bunch of other stuff i’d otherwise be ok with, but i always just call this aversion phenomena “the charizard effect”

[blxnc]

making this term has done numbers for me being able to concisely express how i feel abt something. like. its not charizard’s fault i feel this way, im sure i’d feel normal abt it if it was stripped of all this over commodification, but i cannot. hence the name

[slayknif]

hodgving huddle

[sharpestlives]

some of you people are so annoying. i mean me too but good lord