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Cosmic Funnies
trying on a metaphor
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almost home
Kiana Khansmith
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Mike Driver
#extradirty
One Nice Bug Per Day
Origami Around
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Not today Justin
Stranger Things
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@lostinthespotlessmind
will is the broken teacup.
in the first episode, hannibal says that jack sees will as teacup. as the show progresses, the teacup metaphor gains importance as everything falls apart, unable to come back together again. will is the personification of the teacup metaphor as his mental health and his wellbeing falls apart, almost unable to come back together. by all odds, his mental health does come back but only when he fully accepts his brokenness and he sides with hannibal.
the book vs. the script
i hope guillermo violently kills nandor
she wants what nandor wants. she likes what nandor likes.
HES THE ONLY ONE LEAVING COMMENTS ON COLINS VIDEOS, HE WANTS HIM TO BE HAPPY SO BAD!!
i think we as a society don’t talk enough about roopkund lake. like you’re telling me there’s a lake completely LITTERED with skeletons all from different time periods and different genomes and scientists STILL don’t know why and we’ve been like “yup. that’s normal”. no!! i want to talk more about the funky skeleton lake!!!
“awww he’s so cute he’s my little meow meow my sexyman my little scrimblo the blorbo from my show”
and this is the man in question
Ok no but hear me out, because what if, before Stede and the gang make it back to Ed and them on the ship to get the band back together, Ed finds out that in the intervening, like, couple of days, Stede “died” in the most absurdly dramatic way possible, and just sort of finds his way on sadness-autopilot to the Bonnet home, looking for, what, closure? Just to be where this man he loved so much came from and maybe, in some disjointed and incomplete way feel near him again, despite everything? And Mary’s there, clutching a sharp object behind her back and she’s like oh no a vaguely threatening crime man what are you doing here wait why are you crying and Ed’s like, I was… a friend of Stede’s, I think, and Mary’s stance softens, and she lets him in and makes a cup of tea.
And she explains as po-faced as one can “exactly” what happened, and they sit there awkwardly in the Bonnet front room, not having much to say to each other, and Ed takes in their surroundings, unchanged enough presumably from when Stede lived there to be both a visceral reminder of all of the wonderful things he was, and also a fierce indicator of why he chose to leave.
“Nice house,” he tells her, trying to remember the rules of small talk. “Did you… paint that?”
He points at a large canvas that now hangs over the sideboard of what looks to be a very detailed close-up of some flowers.
“I did, actually,” she says. “A couple of weeks ago. It’s - ”
“A lily,” Ed suggests.
“A vagina,” Mary says, at the same time.
and Ed nods, unsure how to follow on from that. Mary gives him an apologetic smile.
“So I guess you two were close friends?”
“I think so,” Ed tells her cautiously, not about to bare his entire soul and the deep, devastating love he holds for Stede to the man’s widow, for fuck’s sake.
“Well, he’s in a better place now,” Mary assures him. “He’s free.”
And with that, the tears are back, and despite himself Ed’s shaking and ugly-sobbing, and Mary begins to reach a hand out to give him a pat on the shoulder, but thinks better of it and just offers him a hankie instead.
And Ed’s emotions are catching up with his brain, but now his thoughts are too fast and too all at once to word them properly, but he’s trying anyway despite himself. “We were - I was going to - and then he, I thought, but - but then - ” he manages between sobs.
And Mary is given pause. Wait a minute, she thinks, as it slowly dawns on her. Why would it mean this much to this guy, unless
“Sorry, what did you say your name was?”
“Uhh, it’s Ed?”
And she lights up. He isn’t exactly who she would have expected, all goth and intimidating and stuff, but she also doesn’t know what she did expect. But on the other hand, if this is Stede’s Ed, then
“You’re Ed? Shit, what are you doing here? Stede’s going to be looking for you.”
Which makes no sense to Ed now, because “But Stede’s - you mean he’s a ghost?”
And she leans in with a conspiratorial smile. “Okay look, I obviously couldn’t tell just any old friend, but you’re Ed. It was, what did he call it? A fuckery?”
And Ed understands, he thinks, hopeful. “You mean… he’s…”
And Mary laughs. “No, he’s fine,” she tells him. “Staged the whole thing. It was brilliant! He’s gonna be out there looking for you right now.”
And Ed’s whole body melts with relief, pooling in the deep cushions of the velvet settee. There are too many emotions rattling through his body at once. edwardteach.exe has stopped working
“He’s? Wait, how do you - no, doesn’t matter. No, yes it does. You’ve heard of me?”
And Mary’s like, “I know my ex-husband loves you very much.”
And Ed’s like
But wait, she’s cool with him just fucking off with another fellow, he thinks? And she explains that their marriage sucked and she’s fucking thriving and she’s genuinely happy he’s happy.
And after a few more biscuits, now that the mood has lightened considerably, she sends Ed on his merry way to go smooch her ex-husband probably. They’ve still got some shit to talk through together, and he’s going to hug that stupid brilliant man SO HARD and he’s still not sure what his emotions are doing, and he doesn’t know where he’s going, but he’s, like, so gay for Stede right now oh my god that absolute fucking human treasure ughhhhhhhhhh FEELINGS
And Doug comes in a few minutes later looking Terribly Concerned, as Mary’s brushing biscuit crumbs off the coffee table, and he’s like “Mary, are you ok? I saw a vaguely threatening man leave just now. He looked just like Blackbeard???”
And Mary’s like he
WHAT
stede bonnet is an aziraphale kinnie.
here is my application to be your new friend™️:
-i know at least 3 (three) things
-i am fully convinced cthulhu is lying in the depths of the mariana trench watching and waiting for the fall of humanity and as he begins his rise he will spare absolutely no living thing except his squid brethren to create a world/society of cryptic sentient cephalopods that will live in eternal peace and harmony under the watchful yet caring eyes of cthulhu himself
-i will cry if you put on a movie about dogs
….
friends?
….i can fix him
i love when you hear a song and you're like “oh id absolutely stumble through the snow bleeding from a knife stuck in my gut to this”
For the record, I would like to state that I, the moderator of Facts-I-Just-Made-Up, have never ever made or sold an NFT.
BUT I'M SURE AS HELL GOING TO NOW!
Excuse me but as the other mod of Facts-I-Just-Made-Up, I would like to disassociate myself from the previous mod's attempts to make NFTs, to which I am morally opposed. In fact, the previous mod may be banned. Updates forthcoming.
Oh yeah? Well here's your update, Mod #2, my first NFT? It's gonna be your stupid post:
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mine now
⚠️flash warning⚠️
dolores just wants to sleep
its the way the secret history starts off as a romance filled beauty, almost untouchable as each turn of the page delves further into the beauty and chaos of inevitable madness
goodbye ghoul boys. thank you for absolutely everything.
I TAKE BACK WHAT I SAID!! THE GHOUL BOYS ARE BACK, BABY!!
