#may 12 2022

[demochem]

It still amazes me how my chem just casually dropped the most gut wrenching and powerful song to just dip right after and fuck off for 3 years

[daisiesonafield-blog]

Zane Lowe: So Cinema Harry, what's Cinema about?

Harry King of Swerve Styles: Cinema is about...I was on a treadmill, and I have the voice note of me writing it, and I was just like....[starts humming] dododododdododo

I can't believe he just dodododododo his way out of answering the question. Actually I can.

[dogstomp]

Dogstomp #2686 - May 12th

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[card-of-the-day]

Today's Card Is: Two of Hearts

[saving-empress-ac]

And today we still celebrate your lives. Both as different individuals yet of the same soul.

If only you've grown up together.

Always, and every year, happy birthday.

[t0-th3-3nd]

in honor of the six month anniversary of tfod lets all remember what it was like to find out about it ill start i saw a tiktok about it at my friends house while sitting on his bed and got so excited i jumped up and slammed my head directly into his ceiling then laid on his bedroom floor and listened to it and cried

[thewildscastarchive]

Sophia, Erana, Mia, & Reign via Amy Harris’ IG story on May 12, 2022

[dmwrites]

Part five: fourth stop

(read part four here)

Connor kept looking at the two baskets left. Two more people, two more Limbos. Connor knew who one of them was. He’d seen him die. The other one he had no idea. Two more and then maybe, if the benevolent god Connor assumed the conductor was felt gracious for his excellent basket delivery skills, he could go home.

The train slowed down and stopped with its usual screeching. Connor stood and gathered the next basket and stood at the door again, waiting, heart pounding a bit. The conductor didn’t try to say anything this time, just opened the door. Perhaps they were tired of this game now that Connor wasn’t talking back.

And there he was. Ranboo stood, tall as ever, in the suit Connor had seen him die in. He was the enderman Connor remembered, just a little paler. Connor’s breath stuttered uncomfortably at the sight of him. The last time he’d seem Ranboo was when he was bleeding out on the beach.

“Connor!” Ranboo was smiling.

“You’re whole.”

Connor hadn’t meant to say that. Not like that. But it was all he could think about. There was no gash in his chest anymore.

Ranboo chuckled. “Indeed. It’s nice to see you, Connor. It’s been so long. Well, okay, I guess relatively you’re like one of the last people I ever saw when alive, so not too long? Either way, nice to see you.”

“I, yeah…” Connor realized he had been staring so intensely at his old prison mate, he hadn’t even taken a look around. It was… could peaceful be the right word? It was dark, a night’s sky dotted with stars. Connor and Ranboo were stood on a small grassy outcropping, and beyond that was a still and calm lake that reflected the sky above like a mirror. “It’s beautiful here, Ranboo.”

Ranboo sighed, following Connor’s gaze. “I guess so.”

“I guess if you’re stuck here all the time it gets old fast.” Connor mused.

“Yeah, that amongst other things.” Ranboo muttered bitterly. He choked suddenly, and bent forward, clutching at his chest.

“Ranboo? You alright man?” For a foolish second, Connor was convinced the enderman was having a heart attack, before remembering he was already dead. Connor reached out a hand, hovering it above Ranboo’s back, about as useful as dead tropical fish in Minecraft.

“Fine. I’ll be- fine.” Ranboo muttered through gritted teeth. After a while, Ranboo’s body relaxed, and he slowly got to his feet. “Stupid Ghostboo.” He saw Connor’s confusion and explained. “Ghostboo is in the living world, but he doesn’t feel any of the bad emotions that come with living. If he does, he just conveniently gives them to me, the soul part of Ranboo, so I can feel it. And it hurts here, like a bitch.”

Connor nodded. “That’s awful.” He wished he could say more, like when they were in prison together. But the awful sadness he felt for his friend, and the others, weighed down his words.

“So what are you doing here, Connor? You didn’t die too, did you?” Ranboo scrunched his face anxiously.

“Oh, no, no, I’m alive. I’m with the train?” Connor pointed at the train on the tracks. “I’m here to bring you a present. From the train. Or something. I don’t know, it’s been a long day.”

“Present?” Ranboo looked at the train, and then back at Connor. “That train usually only comes by to check on us, fix anything wrong with our Limbos, make sure we aren’t trying to escape. Getting a living person to come to this… dimension… something weird is going on.” Ranboo looked down at Connor curiously. “Connor, you know that only the dead and the very powerful can come here, right?”

“Well, I’ve never been one to listen to the rules.” Connor smiled, or tried to at least. “Now, let’s see what present the conductor is trying to give you.” He opened the basket, and looked down to see tnt. The basket wasn’t even big enough to fit tnt inside, but Connor had a feeling that he could reach his hand inside and never reach the end.

Connor knew the stories. Not only had he seen Ranboo walking around blankly and mindlessly at times, he had told Connor all he knew about the enderwalking, the things he thought he had done, and most importantly, the tnt he remembered lighting on top of the prison. Oh how Ranboo had cried, finally able to tell someone his sins. The pain he felt from his tears, Ranboo had told him while Connor held the sleeves of his onesie to his eyes, was nothing compared to the pain he knew he had put countless others through.

“What is it?” Something must have shown on Connor’s face, because Ranboo sounded wary.

Connor closed the basket with a snap. “Not this.” Connor told him, and with a grunt, he threw the entire basket and it’s contents into the lake, where it sank like a stone. “This is your real present.” He sat down on the cool grass, and lay back so he could look at the stars. Ranboo followed suit hesitantly.

“The grass is my present?” Ranboo asked.

“No, no.” Connor chuckled. “Your husband and your child. They’re safe.” Connor paused, wiping a tear from his eye. “I followed Technoblade back to his house in the snow, and soon after came Tubbo, and then Michael. Michael and Tubbo live in your old house, you know the one. Tubbo brings Michael over to Techno’s every day for playdates. Niki brings cookies and bread sometimes. I can hear the kid laughing all the time. He likes to play racing games with me and his toy cars. Tubbo is strong, and he’s starting to get into gardening. They miss you. We all do. But we’re okay. They, Tubbo and Michael, they’re okay.”

Ranboo sat up, hunched over, holding the cuffs of his sleeves to his eyes. “Good.” He choked out. “Thank you, Connor.”

Connor sat up too, letting the cool breeze dry his own tears. “I’m not the person you asked to keep them safe, but I’m doing everything I can to help.”

The two sat in silence until the train’s horn shrieked. Connor stood, and walked away. When he turned back around at the door, Ranboo was standing by the lake. Connor waved. Ranboo waved back.

The doors closed, and Connor just stood there. Happiness had never felt so painful, but so warming.

“Was my gift not adequate?” The conductor asked mockingly.

“Shut up.” Connor muttered. “I want to go home. I’m tired of this.”

“No you’re not.”

The thing was, the conductor was right. Connor had a light, something hard and clear inside him, shining through the dark fog. And if he needed to fight every molecule of darkness so the dead didn’t have to feel empty, he’d do it a thousand times more.

Connor shrunk lower in his seat, hoping the conductor couldn’t hear his heart beating fast. “I’m tired.” He repeated as the train took off.