(well, I know I'm gonna be) i'm gonna be the man who goes along with you
(ranting under the cut ig)
ok hi welcome to rie's crazy woman hours. she's here she's queer she has nothing going on which is inherently evil for her so she did this. good day and i hope you didn't click on read more. this is going to make no (0) sense thank you
so once upon a time two days ago i was listening to i'm gonna be (500 miles) by the proclaimers which is a bop of a song. king of silly beats. the og upbeat silly song with Lyrics Of All Time
so of course being a sane and normal person i went heh. just like skip and later malarkey's whole arc. because it's a silly beat and it's almost a game, and then all at once you realize your not playing the game anymore and you're not just listening to the song but you're LIVING and that's the hardest part of everything. no one survives having to live, no matter how you do it
and the game changes from 'we'll grow old together. we'll survive this and we'll climb this mountain and run back down for six miles, over and over again, and we'll do it together until we run out of breath, and we'll run out of breath together' and instead becomes, like most relationships of that nature do, 'where did you go?'
because in the end, especially for malarkey, everything was a game until it wasn't. sonder didn't exist until he met a german soldier from eugene oregon and retrieved dead men's laundry. you ran up currahee and you hated sobel and that's it. and then everything changes, and it's cold and you're freezing and there's not enough food but it's ok because you're still laughing with your friends and you all have numb hands.
and then you're the only one with the numb hands, and no one is laughing, and everyone is gone, and it was never a game at all. and it's lonely.
ok bye 👋
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oh new development in my periodic, slightly obsessive research on wolf trap don giovanni. dug up a digital program guide and found this
confirming my interpretation of the three mysterious cloaked figures as fates (vindication!) as well as, curiously, giving them names
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I deadass cannot draw for the life of me and I literally have no ships BUT I FELT BAD FOR NOT DOING ANYTHING FOR VALENTINES DAY SO I DREW MY POOKIE BEAR DOC LOUIS‼️🗣😍🙏 HAPPY VALENTINES DAY EVERYONE‼️❤️💘💕💌
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Punch out messy doodles because @doodzoodz put yet another obsession in my brain.
As a spanish speaking person, this is the funniest shit I've ever seen.
"Don't cry, Mac!"
"Oh- You're not crying."
"You're just bleeding from your eyes..."
Whoops, forgot to put Aran Ryan here.
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everyone likes to go into alexander's room while he sleeps and critique his decor. it's not a fucking phase and don is a stupid prep </3
Mall has been potty trained, taught to talk, and is most of the way to learning how to walk. She's an attention sponge. She barely rolls wants to learn toddler skills she just wants people to interact with her constantly all the time, which works out because half the household is at least a little nocturnal, which gives Alexander plenty of time to fill her little head with anti-literature propaganda in the voice of a teddy bear
their awful spoiled cats continue to be awful and spoiled. one of them almost destroyed a couch. Don is finally rolling wants to have affairs again and sneakily flirted with a walkby, but his efforts are pretty wasted at home. next round he's going to likely do a trip downtown
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Let's do the OG ship: Darlink. <3
send me a character or a pairing and i’ll list aesthetics, objects and moods i associate with them. | ✿
🌸。*゚+. Rubies & Sapphires cut and shaped by the sharpest of blades, molded into dazzling gems and inlayed in intricately woven golden bands; The sun & moon, ever dancing in their cycle, arms interlocked in a forever embrace across the sky; Shaded forests where the sun's rays struggle to pierce through dense canopy of leaves above, the dancing lights of fireflies and fairies alike, lighting up the forest floor; Morning rays piercing the smallest crack in the curtains through a bedroom window, painting a single golden line atop slumbering bodies.
The sound of music woven in the air on a lazy morning, where the burden of responsibility is absent, and nothing but the gardens await; Soil covered fingers and a basket of ripe red apples; Fresh baked pies and home cooked meals; Gentle smiles that radiate incredible warmth, unyielding devotion, and unconditional adoration; “And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.”
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