#grabs popcorn

[monenblogi]

[  TXT  ]  :  remind  me  why  we’re  pretending  this  is  nothing. - @whcwashe

< TXT Livvy > : Why do you want it to be something so badly? < TXT Livvy > : It doesn't have to be anything right now.

[carouselofcuriosities]

“You’re all nothin’ but an audience wastin’ away in rottin’ chairs watchin’ a never endin’ play,”

Turning slowly to the jester, Eve let out barely contained giggles — not out of joy, not out of whimsy. But resentment. Bitter, misanthropic misery. Suffocating loneliness.

“…and YOU? YOU ARE NO DIFFERENT. YOU ARE JUST THE FUCKING SAME AS THEM ALL!”

Lashing out through fat tears, the fool took a single echoing step forward on her stage, the clop of her hoof dangerously reverberating through the desolate theater. Within seconds, a CRACKLE of divine light struck one of the puppets in the chairs, exploding it into particles of stuffing and glitter. Then another CRACKLE — and another — and another. One by one, puppets decimated with glitter and confetti that would be comically fitting — if not for the fact the fool was falling apart just as rapidly as the dummies.

“I thought you UNDERSTOOD me. I thought I had finally — FUCKING! FINALLY! — found someone who UNDERSTOOD WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO BE IN THE FATES’ WHIMS! TO BE USED AS A STRINGED FOOL WHILE EVERYONE ELSE GETS TO GO ABOUT THEIR DAY WILLY NILLY! NO ONE SEES HOW FUCKED UP THIS IS?! HOW WE’RE ALL JUST…COINS TO BE SLOTTED INTO THE GODS’ POCKETS! WE AMOUNT TO NOTHING! NOTHING! JUST LIKE HOW I AM — FUCKING! NOTHING!”

The sides of the stage splinter, thick lines racing down what should be sturdy wood. The curtains dull into an ancient dust, whipping away into ash. Everything is dying in her theater.

“What more do the fates want from me, Shadow? What more can they take away from me and call it a ‘divine lesson’? How much more can I stand before I BREAK too? How many times must I be FORCED FED PROPHECIES I NEVER ASKED FOR?

And then! Then I try to warn my friends not to do certain things! Like a GOOD FRIEND! And they call me CRAZY. So guess what happens next?”

Misty stepping, Eve tilts off her stage and dissolves into a cloud of cotton candy — only to reappear right in front of his face with unhinged eyes, slamming her halberd into the chair next to him. Just centimeters shy away from his doughy face.

“They die. They all die. Every single one of them who doesn’t heed the oracle’s warnings — they die GROTESQUELY in front of me.

But that’s FINE! Why? BECAUSE I’M A CRAZY CLOWN! AND NO ONE LISTENS TO THE CLOWNS! NO ONE LISTENS TO A FUCKING FOOL!”

Throwing her hands up, splurts of ribbons messily drool down her sleeves like snakes. Her face never leaves the uncomfortably close proximity of his.

“I get to play my part like I’m supposed to — like a good little BITCH to the fates. A LAP DOG. A LITERAL LAMB TO SLAUGHTER. Because while the fates oh so KINDLY blessed me with the ability to see visions and prophetic cards, does anyone listen? NOHOHOHOHO, NO ONE LISTENS TO A CLOWN! WHAT DOES THE CLOWN KNOW?”

Shimmers of duplicates appear behind and around the two, all of them holding hands and playing ring around the rosie — all repeating the phrase ‘WHAT DOES A CLOWN KNOW?’ in unison.

Through all the overstimulating noises and animation, the real Eve stares down at him unblinkingly, tears still blurring her vision.

“…I thought I was finally not alone in this hell. I’m going to perish with this curse, aren’t I?”

@pinchofdeceit

[tad-song-bracket]

FINALS: The Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace vs Farewell Wanderlust

The Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace

Farewell Wanderlust

Voting ended onSep 28, 2023

[lgcyoojin]

Yoojin knew he was acting out of pettiness and the (bad) memories he had with the person on the screens around the legacy building. it was obviously common for the company to showcase their artists, especially those that brought results/profit to them. but that didn’t stop him from almost growling at the image whenever he was going to practice.

ever since that night, months ago, he tried to erase the weird feeling he still held, captive in the pit of his stomach. he was sure if he ever talked about it with someone else, they would probably laugh and say he was exaggerating, but yoojin felt it differently. 

it wasn’t the situation. it was the mocking tone, the deceit, and how he fell for it.

yes, it was stupid, and he was still holding some kind of grudge over a very specific moment, yet all his rational side apparently left his brain, leaving him with that rotten feeling destroying it whenever he needed to –

“oh holy…!”

“shit!”

voices coming in unison as bodies crashed from walking in opposite directions, instead of creating something cool, made it look like a car crash, because it inevitably brought back memories.

“you gotta be kidding me”, he muttered under his breath, a mix of anger and annoyance covering his face as he looked down at @lgcminkyu . who looked as surprised as yoojin was.

this is a drama, we're the drama, with @lgcminkyu

[grbambi63]

Ferrari girlies are fighting each other again and their car downgraded with the big updates?

[bloobluebloo]

It has already begun.

The debate of where TotK fits in the timeline.

[sailorsally]

no but the best thing about someone like Iker Casillas coming out as gay is that I get to enjoy dudebros getting pissed about the info that literally Changes Nothing

[hkthatgffan]

Screams

Dipper: *Screams*

Mabel: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Stan: Should we do something?

Ford: No, I want to see who wins.