#goodlord

[donalddraperdatacomplex]

[girlsilverrruns]

just woke up from a series of nap dreams so intense and disorienting i fully believed i was four years in rhe past

[minoulinn]

Bro im changing my social media names because my irl friends is HUNTING ME DOWN!!! Not a bad things but Tumblr is literally my shameless corner for drooling over tadc 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ gotta run

[rose-above-dark]

Everyone go check on your local Alex sf fan im so serious 😭

[ewayyy]

Saw this masterpiece on the way home and thought id share

[czanea-vecg]

Im rereading my fic (again) and one of the scenes in one of them reminds me of the "Oh no she’s bald! Shes bald and she’s torturing people who have hair!"

But instead, its his arm

[beingharsh]

They don’t teach you that kind of stuff in school, do they?

         Can’t put on a condom correctly.          Can’t navigate a friendship.          I’m terrified of HMRC.

But I do know what an oxbow lake is, Ava; and which of Henry’s wives was pig-dog-ugly; and what those plucky boys of West Poley fame stuck to their faces to disguise themselves as wizards.

                  Horsehair, Ava.

This email is an oxbow lake

and I

         am pig-dog-ugly too

have lost my shine, I think. As will you.

Excerpt from Goodlord, by Ella Frears

[beingharsh]

We spoke – you know this, Ava, you’ve known this from the start –

         Hi, this is Ava from…

                  and my blood stopped and I faltered,

                  …hi …hello,

         you asked if I was having trouble signing up to Goodlord,

                  trouble?

         you offered to guide me through the process as though I were some reluctant grandparent, befuddled and enraged by CAPTCHA, shouting

         WHAT DO YOU MEAN ALL OF THE CROSSWALKS

                           WHY?!

         Goodgod there’s so much that I want to say to you, Ava,                            but not like that – voice to voice,

         you speaking to me as though we were strangers

I am – what – to you?

                           A name, a number on your list of

tenants to hurry up that day – a chore, a task – I heard that in your tone –

         I murmured only,

                  it’s not your fault this caught me – I… You were chewing gum, as if you knew.

                  What? You said.

I told you that I hadn’t signed on purpose.

                  On purpose? You said hardening your voice.

         I heard a shift like you were putting me on speakerphone,

         I muttered something about Goodlord,

linguistic insult… pointlessness,

         it’s capitalism on capitalism, Ava! I implored.

Not my best, I know, I know – but if you’d only waited.

                  You laughed, distractedly, were making faces for your colleagues – I could feel it.

                  We’re getting deep now, you said sarcastically.

                           Deep, Ava?

Deep?

         I was sick with it. The word.

                  My voice was very small – you interrupted, sounding bored,                   told me to make the account and sign the document                   and hung up on me. The anger flooded in immediately.

An ocean turning on a fishing boat – roiling, rising, preparing to engulf…

                           Oh, I’ve been pacing. Oh, I’ve been balling up my hands.                   Clenching, Ava.

Oh, I’ve been breathing quick.

         Can barely hold it – this – what? – Excitement’s terrible twin

                  yesyesyesyes

         I nearly called you back,

                           I googled where your office was, imagined marching over, imagined –

         No.

                           Goodlord

you have no idea, Ava, who I am –

Excerpt from Goodlord, by Ella Frears