#lindigo

[drinkyourfuckingmilk]

idk how to describe it, but your posts are so comforting in like. Such a human level. It’s nice to see someone out there kinda just make the most of things and living their life ya know. Idk I’m rambling. The world’s a fucking mess but hey there are funny comments in your tags!

[ninzied]

as a kastle prompt, their first ‘morning after’

just hold on it won’t be long

Karen woke up feeling strange, like the knots in every one of her muscles had slowly come unraveled through the night, and it took her a moment to realize she hadn’t slept this well in a long, long time.

The memories returned to her in tingling flashes of recognition, and she closed her eyes, inviting them in. A rasp in her ear, her name coming out in the sound of a shudder. Thick, solid heat pressing her into the mattress. The scrape of stubble over her skin as he kissed and kissed his way up her back.

She gave a shiver that had nothing to do with the morning chill of her apartment, and rolled around to stretch her arm toward his side of the bed.

Her hand met nothing but empty sheets, painfully cool to the touch, and her eyes shot open, as if she needed more proof that he was already gone. Something formed in the pit of her stomach, and she didn’t want to call it disappointment, because it would’ve been foolish to think he would stay.

There was still a dent in his pillow, so he must have used it at some point – but again, not that it mattered, and Karen couldn’t hate but resent him a little, for giving her these memories of the night before and then taking all the warmth from them.

She forced herself out of bed, wrapping sheets around her body and steeling herself before leaving the bedroom. She had half a mind to pace her entire apartment just to let his absence keep sinking in, until she only knew how to be angry with him.

The problem was, everywhere she looked, Frank was still right there.

He was at her door with her favorite Chinese takeout. He was on her couch, teasing her when she gave up on the chopsticks and started forking up her lo mein.

He was in her kitchen, questioning her lack of a working coffee maker and anything that resembled normal people food in her fridge.

(Smirking, when she sidled past him to grab them each a beer, “Liquid carbs don’t count, Page.”)

He was taking the beer out of her hands before moving carefully over her, warmly cupping the side of her face.

He was whispering her name, gruff and reverent. Karen. Karen.

He was pressing her into the counter with his kisses, teasing her with them. Teasing her in other ways too – ‘M cooking, next time – and gonna have to do something about that coffee maker, Karen.

She stopped, a fluttering of hope inside her chest daring to spread its wings and take flight—

And she was already halfway there when she heard the knock on her door.

[asynca]

hello fellow australian! how do you feel about the election results?

FUCKING AMAZING THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME TO GUSH ABOUT IT!!!

MY DUDES:

in Victoria, Australia, we had an election yesterday and we kept the conservative fuckheads (ironically called the Liberal party) out of power by voting a landslide to the more progressive party (’Labor’). I mean, I’m a staunch Green supporter and we lost seats but honestly as long as the Libs stay out of power I’m fucking stoked, boys

Progressive party: 61 seats

Conservative party: 17 seats

The Greens: 1 seat (I cry)

ALL AND ALL A BEAUTIFUL BUGGER OFF TO THE BAD GUYS

[lunafeather]

luna. God. These writers let me down so much. Like all of season 2 was fkn AMAZING and then they just throw all character development out the window at the finale like what the FUCK I’m so mad. Also rio kidnapping her is so ooc I’m so mad. Who the fuck thought this was a good idea???

Aww honey, I know. I really felt, in a lot of ways, betrayed by how it all went down. The kidnapping was a huge thing that I just didn’t understand and really didn’t like, I wasn’t a fan of the psycho music being played while Rio spoke, and then obviously Rio on the floor slowly dying.

I mean, I guess we should be glad that Beth didn’t deliberately shoot Rio...? Like, it was self defense. But still! The finale felt rushed and cramped, like they were trying to neatly tie up as many loose ends as possible in case the show got cancelled -- I feel like this explains why Beth seemed okay with what happened, and the line, “He’s gone. We’re free.” Cause that shit was waaaaay out of character and totally out of left field. But it was a nice bow if the show didn’t go on.

It is totally reasonable to feel let down and angry and frustrated. I myself am feeling disenchanted with the show as a whole, and I am curious to see if the panel next weekend clears anything up and mends any bridges.

[karenpage]

man, i just started good girls and boomer is a piece of shit.

I HATE BOOMER AND I HATE DEAN!!!!!!!!!!! THE ONLY DECENT MEN ARE RIO AND STAN!!!!!!!!!

[stil-lindigo]

Dirk Gently Has Been Cancelled But You Haven't

The Dirk Gently fandom remains and probably will always remain as my favourite fandom family. You're all so full of creativity and positivity and I adore the tolerance and love you preach and stand for. And with the cancelling of Dirk Gently, it's easy to imagine it's all over and I've got to say that I did. For about five minutes. And then I saw all of you standing up, adamant to continue this family, this hub of positive reinforcement. So thank you, for persevering, for showing the cast and the creators and the world the love and passion you hold. You've inspired me too - with us, Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency will never die. We'll keep the dream alive, foster it in a beautiful, kind community and throw it back into the media the moment there's a chance for it in the future. Thank you for continuing to spread the joy this show inspired. Just, thank you.

See you soon, guys. Stay rowdy.

[setmeatopthepyre]

∞

I am as God made me, I have no desireFor a mouth at my breast or a pot on the fireI heed the higher voices; I go where I’m sentTo mow down the men who refuse to repentI’m a scythe in a field full of briars

And they won’t call me mother, or sister, or wifeThey will know me or not by the strength of my lifeI will burn with a light of my ownThey’ll know me as Joan

Heather Dale - Joan

(Put a “∞” in my Ask Box and I’ll shuffle my music and give you my favorite lyric from the song that comes up. )

[lucindaoftheday]

Today’s Lucinda of the day has been brought to you by: When your friend wants to tell you something.