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@quit-badgering-me
Tennessee Williams
David Levithan, “Quiz Bowl Antichrist”
Brothers Don't.
It wasn't that he didn't love the subject material; it wasn't that he didn't have a great thirst for learning; and it wasn't even that the teaching was slow, or boring, or beneath his level. Hogwarts was the best wizarding school in existence, and it was everything Kankri had wanted it, expected it, to be, and more. If there were ever a perfect school for him, it would undoubtedly be this one.
Yet still, his mind drifted. His quill sat idly in his limp hand, and his eyes lidded halfway. He wasn't bored, or tired, or any manner of restless; by all accounts, he had everything he wanted in life.
Unfortunately, that included his brother.
Dave was a character like no other. Playful, impulsive, easily distracted -- prone to 'ironic' antics and overall nonsense that had no place in a classroom. He was a trouble child, the metaphorical devil to Kankri's angel -- if class disruptiveness were the only defining category.
Anyone would find that distracting, particularly if they sat beside him -- and Kankri sat beside him. He picked that seat, because of all the things about Dave, his boyish antics weren't what distracted Kankri.
That was the problem.
It was him.
Dave. Just Dave. He didn't have to do anything. In honesty, Kankri didn't even have to look at him. He knew he was there. He could see him in his mind's eye, down to every last detail. The sway of his bangs, the glint on his shades, the curve of his smile... everything, down to the last freckle. Kankri knew his brother by heart.
He knew what his skin felt like. Sometimes Dave would bump him under the table, nudge knees together or brush hands, usually either to check on him, or laugh at the teacher with him, or ask him to explain a topic -- Dave had plenty of reasons to touch him, though he didn't need a single one. They were always touching. Kankri knew what Dave felt like -- knew what his presence felt like, knew the warmth of his body and how it felt against his.
He knew what it was like to kiss him. They kissed when they were alone, or unwatched -- they kissed each other good night, and they kissed to celebrate good grades. Sometimes they just kissed because they needed to -- because they craved the other's attention, whether they felt lonely, or jealous, or just affectionate. They kissed more than brothers were meant to kiss.
Kankri knew that, but that didn't mean he stopped thinking about Dave. His thoughts always returned there -- and always, he lost himself in them. Dave's hand on his cheek. Dave's chest leaning against his. Dave's lips brushing his lips, or his jaw, or if he were very lucky, his neck, until Kankri's eyelids fluttered and he could no longer breathe evenly, at which point Dave would realize, brothers didn't do that.
Kankri knew that. He still wanted it. He still curled his fingers around air sometimes, sitting at his desk, eyes forward but unseeing, because in his mind Dave was holding his hand, snuggling up against him, trying to purr, and Kankri was laughing with him. Dave's blond hair tickled Kankri's nose, and it was all in his head, but he could feel it; a dreamy half-smile crossed his lips as he thought about cutting off one of Dave's long, ironic tirades with a kiss. Not because he didn't want to hear him, but because he couldn't control himself -- not when the image of it in his mind, the fantasy of rubbing his tongue along Dave's, sent such a weird flip-flopping feeling through his stomach.
Brothers didn't do that, he knew.
But Kankri still snuck glances toward his brother in the chair beside him, and smiled wistful, loving sorts of smiles -- the kind not normally exchanged between between brothers, the kind he exchanged with Dave all the time. Dave still smiled back, and Kankri still thought about kissing him -- thought about that time in the library, when he'd run his hand through Dave's hair and Dave had melted under his touch; when they'd both moaned into each other's mouths, quiet and lost in the kiss, and come away ruffled and out of breath.
Brothers didn't do that.
Kankri still thought about it. Still thought about what would happen after school was over. He thought about graduation, and he thought about walking out hand-in-hand with Dave. Moving out to his own place, with Dave. Living the rest of his life, with Dave.
Brothers didn't do that, Kankri knew.
But, Kankri thought... they could.
scarletLumos }|{ Post #6
like being near the kitchens really matters.
scottishshortbread:
kmykmykmy:
Gryffindor: I’m a fucking hero. Slytherin: I’m fucking badass. Ravenclaw: I’m smart as fuck. Hufflepuff: My dorm is near the kitchen.
Hufflepuff wins
scarletLumos }|{ Post #5
vwhiskers and i are all ready to go.
not saying im ovwerly excited to start off the boring school year or nothing, but i am pretty glad ivwe got plans to havwe a semiprivwate train compartment on the vway there.
things vwould probably get a little cramped vwith this little guy othervwise.
itll be nice to just set him dowvn on an empty seat.
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crimsonWillow Post #1
I believe you have entirely missed my point, Mr Book-By-The-Cover. The entire point of the joke; I mean. By saying that my wand length was rare and then inviting people with lengths like mine to join a club — easy to say not many people would volunteer? Easy to say there might not be many others — if there are any at all — with lengths like mine. Thus the point being — I wasn’t intending on anyone actually answering, wasn’t intending on people actually having the same wand length as mine, wasn’t actually intending for this to be a thing.
I am not fond of company, I am not fond of groups, and I am not fond of being in the company of rather large groups. So, suffice to say — a “small” group of me myself and I — would be the intention; the point of the joke.
I am a rather private person; and I’d rather like to be left on my own, to my own devices.
Also, Basil is not just a mouse, he is an excellent detective and he is truly a role-model — I’ve watched The Great Mouse Detective numerous times, and it’s what inspired me to take on the mantel of Amateur Detective in the first place. You should be honored.
Maybe, if you have so little faith in yourself we should have a cup of tea and chat before I allow you to join my club for detectives. I’ll need to make sure you’re worthy of Basil’s coat. Hmph.
While I h9pe y9u will n9t take this the wr9ng way and assume I am just 6eing rude, I think I will kindly pass 9n that 9ffer.
I plan t9 6e very 6usy with my sch99lw9rk and I d9n't think I will have time f9r tea.
Thank y9u anyway.
I have t9 g9.
prophecyRiver }|{ Post #3 [PRVT:EXCEPTION:vineNewt]
did something happen kankan
do you need a hug
im in my room if you need a hug
who are you talking about
jane
uh lemme check my dash
do you mean the pimpresses kid
the what
prophecyRiver }|{ Post #3 [PRVT:EXCEPTION:vineNewt]
crimsonWillow Post #1
Well sir, I apologize if my pride over my wands length has made you feel inadequate in any way. I was merely celebrating the personal growth of my own character to the point where I could earn such a wand.
My wand is excellent, and it chose me, and I’m merely thanking it for it’s kind acceptance of my own person. I don’t mean to imply that I think my wand or myself is better than any other one person’s wand or selves. Please don’t take offense at my pride.
Anyway, I was mostly joking about the club. Except maybe I think it would be cool to talk to other people who had wands of my size, simply to exchange tips about caring for it, perhaps.
Maybe, if your wand isn’t as long, you and I could start a different club. The Club Of Gentlepeople And Their Fondness For Not Offending People? Or maybe a Detectives Club!
I can be Miss Marple and you can be Basil of Baker Street. :B
I never said I t99k 9ffense, and I w9uld thank y9u n9t t9 assume such things simply 6ecause I am trying t9 enc9urage a little m9re c9nsiderati9n fr9m the general c9mmunity.
H9wever, in the interests 9f n9t fighting with y9u, as that was far fr9m my intent -- in fact, it rarely is my intent -- I will c9ntinue this c9nversati9n 6y agreeing with y9u that a clu6 f9r wand care may 6e a g99d idea, and I am certain it w9uld garner s9me supp9rt. H9wever, I think wand length w9uld 6e a su6ject 6etter suited f9r su6-divisi9ns 9f a general wand care clu6, 9therwise I am afraid y9u may have a very small gr9up 9f pe9ple t9 p99l 9pini9ns fr9m, and theref9re w9uld 6e less likely t9 learn anything.
Als9... I 6elieve y9u just likened me t9 a m9use?
Th9ugh, 6asil is a rather respecta6le m9use, in fairness, fr9m what I remem6er. I am n9t s9 sure I am much 9f a detective, th9ugh I like t9 think my skills 9f 96servati9n are a69ve average, 6ut, ah, I digress....
Perhaps if I find time in-6etween my classes I may entertain this 'Detective's Clu6' 9f y9urs.
crimsonWillow Post #1
I was told to make some sort of formal greeting to introduce myself to the Hogwarts community. Well, hello there everyone. My name is Jane Peixes, and I’m quite happy to be here with everyone.
Also, I was told that I have quite the rare wand length. 14 and a half inches! I’m quite proud. Does anyone else match me or exceed me? We should start a club — The Club Of Gentlepeople With Exceptionally Long Wands. (This is probably a joke).
Firstly, as far as I kn9w, wand length d9esn't mean much in the grand scheme 9f things; while I d9n't mean t9 put y9u d9wn f9r y9ur enthusiasm, y9u sh9uld av9id putting y9urself int9 a situati9n where y9u might accidentally 9ffend an9ther pers9n wh9 has 6een given a wand with a sh9rter length -- whether due t9 their 9wn height, as there is s9metimes a c9rrelati9n there and they may 6e sensitive a69ut said physical trait, 9r due t9 any num6er 9f 9ther, harder t9 track fact9rs like h9w an individual's hands influence their degree 9f c9ntr9l 9ver l9nger 9r sh9rter wands, 9r the c9mplicated attracti9n a wand has t9 its 9wner's pers9nality, independent 9f size. It is danger9us t9 judge 6ased 9n any 9f these p9ints.
Furtherm9re, t9 answer y9ur questi9n pr9per, as far as I am aware, n9ne 9f the students 9n the 6l9g that I share have the same wand length as y9urs, al6eit s9me c9me cl9se. 'Gamzee Makara,' I 6elieve, has the l9ngest wand 9f 9ur gr9up, at s9mewhere 6etween thirteen t9 f9urteen inches, last I heard.
H9wever.
My dad's wand d9es match y9urs.
If that means anything t9 y9u.
Which it sh9uldn't.
nightRune }|{ Post #1
geeeeeez
it took so long to get me assigned to a blog
i mean
i CANNOT even BELIEEEEEVE
leavin a poor girl to be the last one to write in i mean hasnt anybody ever heard of ladies first???
betcha all the cool things have already been said so this is gonna b real short k
bscly im roxy lalonde and i like magic a lot and me and mutie (my cat!) are real xcited to start school this year
isnt that right mutie??
hellllll yeah
o and dont mess with my sister rose ok shell mess u up i s2g
who’s mama’s lil cutie?? that’s right, it’s frigglish!!
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