Completely and utterly off topic for this blog, but I’m gonna be so real with y’all- this is my only social media account, and I need to put this into the world.
To whomever saw a pizza box in the passenger seat of a car in a trader joes parking lot, unlocked the door thru the cracked open window, opened the box, picked up a slice, wolfed down most of it, then put the remnants back in the box: just take the whole slice. Nobody wants your leftovers. You sick fuck.
:)
Okay so there was this set of digital sticker looking things of times John had been v encouraging and I distinctly remember one of them being “Arthur well done. But she is climbing througb the hole behind us!” but I cannot for the life of me find the original post please help
*rings town bell*
HEAR YE, HEAR YE! NEW FAN FAVORITE CHARACTER!
Actually, I decided I should have it written down. Here: (if you can decipher it🙃)
Ah yes, the brainrot is developing nicely
au in which Jon is too busy building sandcastles and playing zelda with Martin to read A Guest For Mr. Spider
bonus:
what I really like about all these vintage couple’s portraits is that there is a very certain romatic decorum kept up – certain themes and poses – which, while of course being the mainstream preferred view of couples repeated throughout many studios, are just… so nice to look at.
this staged affection, a mix of theatricality and intimacy, the couple holding still for a couple of moments and now immortalised in a very set sequence of embraces and kisses. there is a charm to it even when I can’t tell whether this was a genuine couple portait or just actors hired by the photographer.
the kiss on the bare shoulder (eyes perfectly averted), the cheek caress, the piano and the violin, the interrupted embrace, the woman tilted back as in a half-stopped dance…
Malevolent vine
He’s gotta munch ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Just thinking about how if Arthur ever plays Faroe’s song again, he’ll have to teach John how to play the melody.
“John, I can get you close to Arthur, but you’ll be in someone else’s head.”
“Larson, I will put a fragment of an elder god in your head, but he’ll be an absolute pussy.”
i am considering the sickening possibility that john's truthful answer to arthur's question "where did you go [when yellow was in my head]?" is "in larson's head"