a bird story

A character trait/dynamic that I'm endlessly compelled by is someone dealing with (or, like, failing to) being the child of people who were too busy being good people to have the time and attention to be good parents. This can be anywhere from 'was a public defender who gave a shit working 60 hour weeks with basically no vacations' to 'left their family behind to join the revolution/war effort and is now a universally beloved martyr-hero who saved/remade the world with their final breath' on the groundedness spectrum. The important thing is a viscerally felt but confused and ugly mess of longing, resentment, and guilt about feeling the resentment.

the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away

Shoutouts to characters that don't know the facade isn't their real self. Shoutouts to characters who put up a front so long ago that they have now forgotten it's all an act. Shoutouts to characters who no longer know who they are because they think they're being sincere. Shoutouts to performers so good they fool even themselves. Shoutouts to characters who fall for their own lies.

chewing on the fact that lawrenitez and lawrellini cannot escape each other. vincent benitez, innocentius, his holiness, the revered saint that aldo bellini will never be, who thomas will prostrate and kiss the feet of, who can do not wrong. and aldo, just aldo, who thomas sees and loves through all his flaws, his thouroughly mortal companion through thick and thin, loud and brash and imperfect. worship vs companionship, an angel vs. a man. i see a lot of fics where aldo is jealous of vincent, but not enough where vincent is just a tad bit envious of aldo’s and thomas’s raw, imperfect love for each other, devoid of worship.

What if Mike was short for Micycle

every now and then theres a text post that gets stuck in my damn head. here it is. im never going to be free of micycle

What if bike was short for bichael

@tutterbluemouse

it’s small joys saturday y’all let’s get it

Imagine all the things I could do if I just did them.

i saw this somewhere else but reply / tag what you did today so everyone can see that we all did something different today

I love b&w proper ladies breaking character with “sonofabitch”

"OHH you're following me, oUUhhh I didn't know that!"

It brings me such joy that people seem to have always done the *sputters and blows raspberries like you're having a stroke* thing when they stammer

If you’d like to see more of these, go on YouTube and search “breakdowns of 1938” (or 1939, 1940, etc). The editors at Warner Bros used to save them and make a blooper reel for the whole year to show at the staff holiday party.

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