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watching atla for the first time
she asked me if i believed in god and i told her that when i was four i almost drowned in a public pool and in my panic mistook a stranger for my father. i clawed my way up his leg. four years later he’d send my parents a picture of the scars alongside a tin of cookies. he said, “i hope she’s still okay. i carry her with me. it isn’t every day you save a life. it isn’t every day you feel like you were here for a reason. when it does happen, you have to cherish that memory. for once, i had a purpose. just being there was enough. she tore me open but she taught me a lot about love.”
I’ve been having these recurring dreams of a seaside town called Marlowe Bay from the POV of a young man named Osborne Scarborough living in his dad’s lighthouse and this is gonna be a long post of everything I’m gonna share that I saw in each dream in this town (more to come in reblogs)
1. There’s a washed up ivory clawfoot bathtub on the beach full of rope net, seaweed, a sea star, a gold monocle, a leather bag covered in barnacles and grime, and a single crab holding the monocle on the beach.
2. Martha Hampshire the closest neighboring lady with the white and red polka dotted dress and birds nest hair.
3. Fenton the lab mix. I love you Fenton.
4. Mr. Catch and his small fishing boat (accompanied by Fenton) with his marbled false eye and scallop shell tattoo.
5. Something about Osborne’s father causing Osborne’s eyes to tear up just hearing him be mentioned.
6. The young girl standing where the cliff met the pier, with a crab trap on her left foot like a shoe in the mist.
7. The way Osborne puts his gold rimmed glasses in his dad’s blue fisherman hat before he went to bed every night curled up in that big thick blue blanket in the lofty bed of the lighthouse.
I’ve been having these recurring dreams of a seaside town called Marlowe Bay from the POV of a young man named Osborne Scarborough living in his dad’s lighthouse and this is gonna be a long post of everything I’m gonna share that I saw in each dream in this town (more to come in reblogs)
1. There’s a washed up ivory clawfoot bathtub on the beach full of rope net, seaweed, a sea star, a gold monocle, a leather bag covered in barnacles and grime, and a single crab holding the monocle on the beach.
2. Martha Hampshire the closest neighboring lady with the white and red polka dotted dress and birds nest hair.
3. Fenton the lab mix. I love you Fenton.
4. Mr. Catch and his small fishing boat (accompanied by Fenton) with his marbled false eye and scallop shell tattoo.
5. Something about Osborne’s father causing Osborne’s eyes to tear up just hearing him be mentioned.
6. The young girl standing where the cliff met the pier, with a crab trap on her left foot like a shoe in the mist.
7. The way Osborne puts his gold rimmed glasses in his dad’s blue fisherman hat before he went to bed every night curled up in that big thick blue blanket in the lofty bed of the lighthouse.
I saw the origins of Marlowe Bay. Marlowe Schultz centuries before ventured yet nobody lived in the bay. Nobody. All that remained were just rubble and old carvings of odd beasts. His handwriting grew shakier the longer he’d stay in the bay despite creating a settlement…it wasn’t much of a colony considering that any sign of people there were long gone. Or they all disappeared or died due to the conditions. Bones covered in grime were found too.
He saw “The Fathomless” in the water after falling overboard. He described it as the colorlessness of closing one’s eyes. That there was nothing that remained and that he could hear only sonorous bellowing creaks. And as time passed he went in the caverns of the coves and he saw something…but I only saw him and the primal fear in those gray eyes and the scream I heard before I woke up was haunting. I didn’t see what he saw. Some parts of the area I couldn’t comprehend for some reason so they were just blacked out.
I’ve been having these recurring dreams of a seaside town called Marlowe Bay from the POV of a young man named Osborne Scarborough living in his dad’s lighthouse and this is gonna be a long post of everything I’m gonna share that I saw in each dream in this town (more to come in reblogs)
1. There’s a washed up ivory clawfoot bathtub on the beach full of rope net, seaweed, a sea star, a gold monocle, a leather bag covered in barnacles and grime, and a single crab holding the monocle on the beach.
2. Martha Hampshire the closest neighboring lady with the white and red polka dotted dress and birds nest hair.
3. Fenton the lab mix. I love you Fenton.
4. Mr. Catch and his small fishing boat (accompanied by Fenton) with his marbled false eye and scallop shell tattoo.
5. Something about Osborne’s father causing Osborne’s eyes to tear up just hearing him be mentioned.
6. The young girl standing where the cliff met the pier, with a crab trap on her left foot like a shoe in the mist.
7. The way Osborne puts his gold rimmed glasses in his dad’s blue fisherman hat before he went to bed every night curled up in that big thick blue blanket in the lofty bed of the lighthouse.
i do desperately need everyone on this website especially people who arent american but want to rag on america to familiarize themselves with the basic romanized spelling conventions of native american languages because every day i come on here and i see people making fun of massachusetts or connecticut or mississippi or passamaquoddy or mashpee or nipissing and its like PLEASE. PLEASE THEY ARENT ENGLISH WORDS. PLEAAAAASEEEEEUUUHHH. USE YOUR MINDS TO IDENTIFY WHEN A WORD LOOKS LIKE IT MAY NOT BE ENGLISH. I DONT CARE IF YOU MAKE FUN OF AMERICA JUST PLEASE STOP BEING RACIST WHILE YOU DO IT
i do desperately need everyone on this website especially people who arent american but want to rag on america to familiarize themselves with the basic romanized spelling conventions of native american languages because every day i come on here and i see people making fun of massachusetts or connecticut or mississippi or passamaquoddy or mashpee or nipissing and its like PLEASE. PLEASE THEY ARENT ENGLISH WORDS. PLEAAAAASEEEEEUUUHHH. USE YOUR MINDS TO IDENTIFY WHEN A WORD LOOKS LIKE IT MAY NOT BE ENGLISH. I DONT CARE IF YOU MAKE FUN OF AMERICA JUST PLEASE STOP BEING RACIST WHILE YOU DO IT
Also the implication that megas are FINALLY coming back. Will he finally get the justice he deserves......
"Its a heated battle between Johto remakes and Unova remakes and oh OH WHATS THIS? HERE COMES POKEMON Z WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!?"
PSA: Tumblr/Wordpress is preparing to start selling our user data to Midjourney and OpenAI.
you have to MANUALLY opt out of it as well.
to opt out on desktop, click your blog ➡️ blog settings ➡️ scroll til you see visibility options and it’ll be the last option to toggle.
to opt out on mobile, click your blog ➡️ scroll then click visibility ➡️ toggle opt out option.
if you’ve already opted out of showing up in google searches, it’s preselected for you. but you also have to opt out for each blog you own separately, so if you’d like to prevent AI scraping your blog i’d really recommend taking the time to opt out. (source)
Ideal Gravity Falls reboot for me would be if they just released a movie, takes place ten+ years in the future, Dipper and Mabel are adults now going back to gf for the summer and you know there’s a lot of like serious tonal shifts from the original work in that it actually plays a bit more in the horror and drama space that Disney might not have let it originally and one of those dramatic notes could be that when they get to the shack the grunkles aren’t there to greet them and no one really mentions it but they’re talking about stan in the past tense and maybe Dipper gets really defensive every time he’s brought up and this goes on for two hours and we’ve reached the climax and at the last moment it’s revealed that stan and ford aren’t dead or anything they just got pulled over for speeding and Stan got arrested for punching a cop
I have a folder called Time is a Flat Circle in which I collect evidence of humanity. Here is most of them.
i had a fever dream about hrt gummies
[tip me im broke lol]
Tumblr staff: ten options is enough for polls, right? No one needs more than that on a regular basis. The average tumblr user: Hey guys which element of the periodic table do you think is the most fuckable?
I've been seeing that quote go around and while making this I think I managed to track it back to "An Oresteia" by Anne Carson
there's an app called "No Thanks" that scans barcodes and tells you whether a company supports israel or not if anyone is interested! it should be available on most app stores!
quiet your breathing, calm your heart
Rest in Power, Nex Benedict
A 16 year old kid who loved nature and looking after their cat Zeus. Who enjoyed reading, watching the Walking Dead, and playing Ark and Minecraft. They loved to cook and would often make up their own recipes. They did well in school, being a straight-A student. Rest in power a teen who was human and had interests and ambitions and challenges and friendships. A trans youth who was brutally murdered just for being trans, when that was only a fragment of who they were as a person.
Nex Benedict, Jacob Williamson, Brianna Ghey, and other trans youth like them were real people with real lives. They deserved better, longer, happier lives. They deserved to grow up and not fear for their lives. They deserve to be remembered as who they were, not just as another trans kid who was killed, as people with families and normal human lives.
(taken from @/sarahofmagdalene on instagram.)
A NOTE TO THOSE WHO MAY BE PARTICIPATING IN PRO PALESTINE ACTIONS IN VANCOUVER.
Please, even if you don’t live in Vancouver, reblog to spread awareness. The canadian media isn’t covering the protests, let alone the hostility protesters face, so we can only rely on each other to get news like this around!
Gonna send this to my father I’ll reblog the results
I wanted to download We Will Rock You, but…
Good morning to Banana the Lobster, and only Banana.
So fucking true though
Losing my mind at this
