Gosh Dammit Muffin! Now I Can't Get The Idea Of Long Haired Andorogynous Zuko Out Of My Head, And I'm

i just realized that the siblings never really discussed the fact that klaus honest-to-goodness died, so hear me out: 

imagine that one night, after every single apocalypse the world could possibly throw at them has been averted and they’re all getting ready for an ‘adult sleepover’ (which is basically just a bullshit excuse they pull to build the most awesome blankets-and-pillows fort ever), diego blurts out “hey, luther, remember the time you got high for the first time at that rave?” and klaus chuckles and adds “yeah, the one where i died?”

and all movement in the kitchen just–freezes.

vanya and allison stare at him, open-mouthed, the bottles of nail varnish on the table temporarily forgotten; luther’s hands curl into fists, even as he tries to breath in all slow and deep; five’s left eye is doing this funny little twitchy thing; and diego actually manages to squeeze the popcorn bowl in half.

and of course klaus doesn’t notice because he’s soooo used to flying underneath his siblings’ radar, so when they all attack him at once in a massive group hug, he screams, his body going into fight-or-flight mode, before he realizes that they’re scolding him out of pure worry. 

”you ramble about a billion different things, and yet the one time something this important happens to you, you just conveniently ‘forget’ to tell us?” five scoffs, with his face smushed into somebody’s collarbone.

klaus can’t tell who, can’t really make out where his body ends and another sibling’s begins and suddenly, klaus feels nothing but love and gratitude for them, because hey whaddya know, his family actually cares about his fucked-up ass.

“y’know, i really wish ben were here,” vanya mutters after a bit in a shaky voice.

and diego pats her hair softly because it’s yet another thing they share aside from the shittiest luck when it comes to love: to have their brother back after seventeen years of mourning him, and lose him within the next hour without a proper goodbye.

“don’t worry, vanny,” klaus says, squeezing her tight. “i’m sure he’s up there puking his guts out at how lovey-dovey we’re being right now.”

and just like that the spell is broken. his siblings suddenly find better things to do, like cleaning up the spilled popcorn and giving vanya’s fingers another coat of shiny varnish, but klaus just gives them all the widest shit-eating grin he can muster, because ben–curse the bastard–is right again:

it’s all gravy.

I’m betting we won’t see kissing until after chapter 20

when you responded to the ask abt kissing in chapter six? and said 'oh, my sweet summer child'? i felt that crunch somewhere between the third and fourth vertebrae. the sweating and shaking increases with every passing day

*gentle pats*

I promise the slow burn will be worth it. Hang in there!

Snickerdoodle!!

what kind of cookie are you

I keep The Amazing Devil's Bandcamp page open on a browser tab (sometimes I just wanna roll around in their lyrics even though their words are already burned into my brain, okay, don't look at me). And today I scrolled all the way down to the bottom of Love Run's page and I noticed something I just never paid attention to before:

The antifolk tag (which is also in their other albums) intrigued me so I looked it up and found this website and this description:

Antifolk (sometimes incorrectly spelled as anti-folk) is a musical genre that promotes song-writing over technique and personality over polish. Some see it as the evolution of folk, others as a combination on punk and folk. Others believe the musical genre is so loose and difficult to define that in reality it is more of a scene.

Emphasis mine. Isn't this what we've all been yelling about in so many posts, tags, and conversations? Validation, fuck yeah!

Anyway, I think it's neat to have an answer (even if it's a nebulous one) for the ever-confounding question of what TAD music is like, a term that captures their storytelling flair and raw emotional power. Not that I believe any of us can ever limit ourselves to a single-word response when asked to describe TAD, lol.

the most obnoxious part of the holiday season is commercials that try to sound like ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas and have a dinky xylophone playing in the background while the narrator tells you in rhyme to buy a Ford

they posted a full version lol it’s mr Stacy’s dad for me

Farewell online privacy

Shadowhunters Fic Rec Master Post

Parts that include worldbuilding, nephilim culture, downworld culture, downworld politics and/or shadowhunter politics.

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Part 3

as much as the concept of Jesus being a fairly normal lad has its charms, im personally very intrigued by the idea of him being just… extremely weird. not even in a mystical sense, just…….staggeringly BIZZARRE. 

you go to the well to get some water, and here’s Miriam’s boy, staring at the sky, completely still. his expression is unreadable. you hazard a hello and ask how he’s doing, and he slowly, unblinkingly, lowers his gaze on you (he’s 8 and is missing his frontal teeth, not that this is making you any less uncomfortable) and says “I cannot speak of the state of my being, Nathan son of Saul, my brother, but rejoice for the water you shall take today will be as pure as the soul of the children of Heaven”

…you start sweating