#Lynda tag

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Lan Wangji Goes To Lotus Pier AU: Part 3: Enveloping Feelings.

(Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 (soon))

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #lan wangji #Yungmeng Jiang training arc AU #I wanted to try out a different paneling style for this one - sorry I'm a day late! (there will still be a post tomorrow to keep on track) #The original 3 panel comic idea was fine but the point of this new schedule was to take time to push myself a bit more. #I was taking a look back through some comic artists I felt inspired by #and I really loved how Lynda Barry fills her gutters with patterns and doodles! #Obviously I'm not going as absolutely wild with it as she does but it was a great exercise! #I truly think the gutters are the most important and most overlooked part of any comic. There's lots going on in that space. #It's the same with timeskips. The implied movement between moments that we don't see changes depending on how wide that gap is #You're here for the funny tags so here's some that ties this time talk together: #I think LWJ was thinking about that second note from day 2 but it took him 7 days of hazing to commit it to paper. #I think he sends it a day later and immediately regrets it. Chasing down the messenger and everything. #You know if something actually happened to his brother he would never ever forgive himself for putting the bad vibes out there. #Third time skip was the hardest because there was so many possible flavours of jokes here. Day 8/9 was a personal favourite. #day 14 was also funny (week by week). I think the debate on 'how long does lwj take to catch feelings' is more or less: #'how long does it take for him to arrive at a particular stage of grief and yearning (and awareness of it all) #This is a symphony. There is an act by act structure. Every day he is fighting to keep his old sensibilities. He is losing so badly. #(I'll be returning to the main comic soon but there is more of this AU to come!)

[paleode-ology]

WHO SENT ME CRABS I LOVE YOU

#like I have a few theories #im 99.99% sure it was one of my friends on here #but wouldn’t it be funny if it was Lynda carter bc she saw my specific tags on her crab post #can u imagine #pls whoever u are fess up someday #i will Save My Crabs until a good day #like maybe next week once the term is over #i want to be able to have as much time as possible with them

[alatar-and-pallando]

I imagine someone's already posted this by now, but in case not, here's a lovely Pride Month message from the OG Wonder Woman, Lynda Carter!

Source 1, 2, 3; images have embedded descriptions

#pride #lynda carter #pride month #dc comics #wonder woman #queer tag

[xwpfan]

Guys, Lynda Carter in now on Tumblr, so you all better behave yourselves!

Now if you all excuse me, I have to go make sure I have not got any questionable posts on here...

#lynda carter #wonder woman #The New Original Wonder Woman #Hawkeye 1994 #Lightning In A Bottle #Supergirl #now for random tags #xena #xena warrior princess #arrowverse #arrow #flash #batwoman #legends of tomorrow #black lightning #carmilla webseries #marvel #black widow #captain america #iron man #hawkeye #lord of the rings #deadpool #wolverine #x-men #hulk

[spacebarsidecar]

how come no one told me Lynda Carter was in goncharov?? dancer #2 to wonder woman pipeline crazy

#goncharov #lynda carter #unreality #i do not understand that warning tag but if it helps it helps

[hopeinthebox]

tagged by loml @cordiallyfuturedwight for the monthly breakdown. i might like you less now that you know me so well. tagging some crushes @aprylynn @thvinyl @monismochi @kimtaegis @banghwa @eoieopda @pauls-mccharmly @letmelovekoo @visionsofgideontheninth @kimchokejin if you feel so inclined 💜

#gratuitous commentary as per: #ryan beatty no.1 to no-one's suprise. pretty sure i said last month that white teeth was a new fav and look at her now!! #BACK ON 74!!!!! always been a fan of jungle but my GOD. this track... the mv... it's taken over my life #unexpected breakthrough for the clash? no idea. great tune though #boygenius my beloved!! saw them live last week and i will perhaps never be quite the same again. #whole discography is a rec but leonard cohen has my heart in all senses #hozi3r... unreal unearth... it's a masterpiece... it's over for my wrapped #top artist yet only these two made the list? lord forgive me #first time and first light are spectacular. butchered tongue is otherworldly. i think unknown remains my fav single. #shy boy - fucks beyond belief. new crj album is magnificent as anticipated #dela - recently i have experienced a george of the jungle resurgence and this is very much the result of that. #phenomenal tune. extraordinary film. #come to your senses - tick tick boom revival for me also because andrew garfield the man that you are... #alas 40/23 doesn't have quite the ring to it #move - lynda dawn is fantastic. a lot of these tracks fell victim to my ayo edebiri playlist <33 #that's all folks! #tag #receiptify #is anyone still here?? kissing you

[bootleg-cal-weathers]

here’s a weathers family tree no one asked for but are still getting :)

i could go into great detail about them, but i don’t wanna right now

i probably will do a post about their lore,

but i will say that strip was adopted into the weathers family when he was 8, and sally was adopted when she was 17

and kaleb is no longer in the picture and is in jail

#i swear family get togethers are crazy with them #don’t get me stared with them #i love them so much i gave them lore 💕 #kaleb is a fucker and can burn in hell ☺️ #pixar cars #cars fandom #cal weathers #cars #cars 3 #cars 3 (2017) #dinoco #bootleg cal weathers #strip weathers #lightning mcqueen #sally carrera #bobby swift #does flo have a tag 🧍 #cars ramone #lynda weathers #elizabeth weathers

[trainerlynda]

Good evening uhhh ... Lynda

-@safrina-shards

//Safrina's trying so hard to not say ms

Good evening to you too Safrina!

How are you doing? ^^

#pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pokemon rp #pkmn irl #irl pokemon #//HAHA! Btw I'm fine with the tag being 'Ms Lynda' Lyn just has a particular thing with being called ms lol

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

tumblr: we recommend these blogs :) look there is mark ruffalo- me, blocking on sight: celebrities? on MY tumblr??? i think the fuck not

#you see there are certain celebrities who totally fit here #like neil gaiman has been here forever and wil wheaton too and lynda carter just kinda apparently seems to fit #but normal ass celebrities who post and HASHTAG tag like its twitter #*shudders* ew no. not on tumblr. not on the hellsite.com #stay on twitter stay on honourable websites stay on civilized online ground it is noT HERE GO AWAY #if tumblr becomes profitable outside of tumblr merch specifically based on the actual userbase i will commit a crime #or several crimes actually #celebrities on tumblr #a biscuit's rambles

[partypoisonofficial]

//im gonna send in a bunch of these feel free to answer some later lol

❝  Because trust and cooperation have always been the hallmarks of our relationship. ❞ -@redandmedic

Party sat with their back to the wall, smoking a cigarette and relishing the feeling of the cool concrete bricks. They almost jumped when Isabel started talking, not seeing or hearing her walk up. Why is she at my house there is no reason for this, they thought disdainfully.

"Sit down before someone sees you from out those windows and kills your ass. Now what has always been the hallmarks of who's relationship?"

(@redandmedic )

#//somehow almost tagged Lynda Carter in this i would explode myself idek how tgat happened

[trashbaget]

what i’m up to 💕✨

tagged by the ever lovely @barbiediaz

Last song I listened to: rat a tat by fall out boy ft. courtney love bc i am listening to the album save rock and roll

Currently watching: myself spiral i have been putting absolutely bonkers stuff on the tv over and over and over (the bonkers bit is that i’ll watch the same thing 8 times in a row 12 days in a row) including all the bert kreischer specials, middleditch & schwartz, the simpsons, and blues clues,, but mostly mostly what i’ve been actually watching is stuff on youtube, graysonsprojects, eat the menu, smosh pit try not to laugh compilations, and now just a zillion olympics videos on the nbc sports channel which are making me so emotional lmao

Currently reading: i just downloaded maybe 20 books on libby to keep me occupied when i want to read while i’m stuffing all my books in boxes to be tucked away for an indeterminate amount of time but anyway that’s a digression i am about to reread black ice by becca fitzpatrick

Currently obsessing over: moving, olympic camaraderie, words per usje, the series of packing playlists i made a year ago, don’t kiss ur friends by may-a, margot robbie forgetting what a barbie was in australia, crayola crayon bandaids, my pretty new water cup, chilly nights, these emojis 🥹🥴🫠, how hot i look in thongs, my birthday being shy of 2 weeks out, how unbelievably fresh this pack or graham crackers is, the word ridonkulous, the more frequent phone calls i’ve been having with family, some negative stuff i probably shouldn’t be, getting hugs in a matter of days, seeing my cat i miss so so so so much, having a brunch with my best friend i haven’t seen in FOREVER sometime soon, and something to close off hm……..oh! heartstopper & rwrb coming out soon

no pressure tag hellos: @translasso @wh0re-behavi0r @firemedicdiaz @heartbeatdiaz @loveyourownsmiilee

#every time i do a tag game i’m always like #what if i just tagged lynda carter in the middle #or john green or neil gaiman #shut up im holding the trashtalking breadstick #tag games!

[ashtrayfloors]

River Bridge

     I

Winter, stepping into the night trolley, quarter pint of scotch in pocket...No, not that one. The childhood story—Grandmother reading among her violets a poem about the elevated train slithering its worm down London’s spine. Not that one. I could tell you skeins of train stories, as now through this dense summer night, trees swarming green their canopy over the street of warm lit windows, the train slashes its path through the neighborhood, whirr and pulse, the heart and fuse of distance filling the room, hurtling through countless frames, the scenes—now that curtainless room of young men preening shirtless before their mirrors, now the ward of iron hospital beds. I’ve seen them. By the screen, the white cat swivels her ears to follow the train until it’s lost in glass smashing, the alley voices. Who’s walking tonight? Who’s hungry? The story I keep returning to is the one about walking hungry over that St. Louis railroad bridge. Why that one? Is it the bridge? Bridge linking one riverbank aflame in smokestacks, the slaughterhouses, to the bank where the city’s glittering Andromeda spilled itself before them. Bridge of flying hands and curses, iron bridge and the passage of colliers, boxcars, the gondolas freighting coal, dull sprockets, sleek carriages of lingerie and crystal. Distant, the sceptered city glints, a figment, I could begin. Or once, there was a time, the opening a fairy tale, simple, sinister.

     II

January, its savage tempers & mirthless North wind have iced the iron bridge’s spans. Between flaming riverbanks, the two walk thin as flame, a world refined to fierce purity— lungs blued to filigree, bare ankle, damp sleeve frosted beneath the other’s steadying hand. Stepping tie to tie, the river churned below its suicide babble, the nitrous drowned sopranos, sulfuric moans. Such a grand manner of entry, fareless, in stealth, the city’s lit gateway fuming like midnight’s wild schemes. Should I ask the obvious questions? Such as what was the engine driving the machine of their travel? Oh, fear, that’s familiar. Folly, leavened recklessly with hope. Lights multiply against the sky, the city’s slow Andromeda, a constellation the shape of what they seek, the streets inside of Berlined façades, people breakfasting in mid-air, walls torn down. The squatter’s palace. The rat’s domain, each moment rinsed in benzine, sharpened with amphetamine, the hunger. Alluvial voices hissing beneath them dogs of chaos, escape from the burning city, no time, no time. The river knows the story. The get-out-of-town-fast story. A dizzy trip through the ripped underside of things— that rough fugitive coinage, begged rides, begged meals. Somebody fed us. Somebody said get out of town. Those E. St. Louis backyards sooty with frozen laundry trees. Should I say the Mississippi knows the story of the room left behind, the bad deals? Like a scene playing out in a glass globe I might hold in my palm, I can watch them: oh look at those fools, the cold carving them up to some version of bewildered miracle.

     III

Deep freeze humming the rails, the entrance into the unknown city, the bus station pulsing fluorescent waves across ranks of pay TVs, a quarter a view for those laying over, for those mired in dim rooms, too long alone with themselves. You know how it is. The fact of death starts pearling large in the mind, darkening its banks of offices, ballrooms where you might touch some face you recognize, those staircases that spiral, collapse amidst the body’s mysteries, its harsh betrayals. Or love’s betrayals. Through static, the P.A. spits destinations, frayed galaxies of names—Columbus, Joplin, St. Joe, Points West, Kansas City... How does one thing part from another? Redrawing tendrils & roots, a lopped amputation that leaves this one raving in the street, the other cold, cold... alone in the room after such intensity, the way it would be, me leaving E. so crassly after the crazy journey. I think now I’ve become a character in this, must slip on the coat, these salt-wet shoes, sip the raw whiskey and in the drunken radiance the TVs spill over sleepers’ faces hear the late-night tapdancers, the anthems & jets. Then the station signal’s high bat-cry peeling away to the automated voice, Chicago, Detroit, Points North... After the parting, one from the other, there’s the long reclamation, flood plain, phantom limb. From one form to another: transit.

      IV

Oh, the anarchy of owning nothing but a constellation the shape of what they seek. The get-out-of-town-fast story. No bus fare, and where to go in this steaming plenty, the lit kitchens & parlors glimpsed from the street washed citron by lamplight. Is it the stolen car again in this version, or the abandoned movie palace? I can put them in the theater and show them making love, warm with each other & the begged bottle of scotch & they can sleep in moldering velvets. Stripped bare, sapphired in blue air, she’d be a woman served to the city’s glittering Andromeda. Like the Russian cellist broke in Berlin, the ‘20s, who’d sleep in the opera house, who one delirious night played, naked, his instrument into the shadows, the banked silent seats & rat galleries. And forgot the cold. That would be pretty wouldn’t it? But the theater’s barricaded, and so, it must be, as it always is, the stolen car. Beyond the city it will spirit them into the blizzard, the etherous drifts, until the engine stops & the road erases, trackless. And then she’ll know ice needling the blood to scarlet foliage. But, how to show the calm when she thinks, so this is what it’s like to die, a twisting bolt of black cloth dragged back through stations, the bare dusty rooms, chalk dust & sachet, the river’s voices deep nitrous green. How calm. Pocking snow on the windshield, heavy and damp as the voices of crows in her grandmother’s trees, a cry she mimicked at the back of her throat, harsh and wild. White crows now blessing her eyes. How calm.

     V

When the authorities lifted them away from there, they entered a world of steam, that fallen roadside constellation chromed with coffee urns, galaxies of white plates. Crossing the bridge back, again, the blood’s fierce arterial surge like arias, like alarming camellias scarlet with snow still frosting the ground. Heavy and warm, cups of coffee steamed in our hands, the good bitter coffee. But always, we were aware, hear still, the pulse and singing: I am the stranger coiled on the landing, singing this is the bridge of the flying hands, the mansion of the body. I am the one who scratched at your door, the one who begged rough coinage. This is the blessing & this is a hymnal of wings. Hear the heart’s greedy alluvial choir, a cascading train whirring the tracks: called back, called back from the river.

     VI

Chirring in her throat the white cat stretches on the sill, all ruffled ivory, present-tense, muscular pure. Can one possess a clear vision of oneself in the world? Dominion over all that bewildering wrack? This raised hand against the evening’s towering cream and smoke conjures a flurry of ghost hands, a crowd glimpsed blurred from the hurtling train. Clouds billow & unknot a sudden shower releasing that lavish wet asphalt perfume, the fragrance of countless showers over scores of cities, each one intensely now, now, this sweet wrenched only. From the turbulent river, moments swim unbidden to the surface, others never rise at all, the lost drowned arias, sunken avenues of camphored rooms, the walls with their watery initials. Phantom destinations, the P.A.’s St. Joe, Kansas City, Denver, points beyond the laden plains surging beneath waves of snow, blue perilous mountains, locales in the mind. The cat leaps, again a train, striking this time a smooth oiled chord, as if there might be singing on the other side of the tracks. Some Jordan. That otherness, those secret times, the bridges beneath the surface of a life. Pull on the rough coat and salt-wet shoes. Let the liquor burn your throat. Did I do that? Could that have been me? Those figures crossing the bridge, setting out, always setting out. Voices I must keep listening for in these sharpening leaves, among the stacks and flames, the smoking pillars. Someone fed them. Someone said get out of town.

—Lynda Hull, from The Only World

#poetry #lynda hull #river bridge #trains #rivers #hunger #ask to tag #i finally typed this poem out #it is my favorite lynda hull poem #and i've never seen it anywhere online #i could tell you skeins / of train stories #someone fed them. #someone said get out of town. #i know it's long but oh please read it

[thesamestarlight]

HELLO???

#this reblog has nothing to do with me #i didn’t even add anything i just happened to be the person he reblogged from after lynda carter jumped in #probably because i tagged their names? #but still it was a trip to open my notifs and see NEIL GAIMAN #hi sir it’s an honor #neil gaiman

[ktlsyrtis]

#inspired by a conversation with seahorsepencils #frankly i want to get them all together lol #but i'm curious #tumblr celebs #neil gaiman #wil wheaton #lynda carter #chuck tingle #diane duane

[hussyknee]

i'm so confused rn, can you explain the goncharov thing?? i get off tumblr for five minutes

(Edits closed as of 28 Nov.)

Lmaoooo

Nah I getchu. So this post has been circulating for like two years:

Link to post.

But yesterday, it had inspired someone to do this:

Link to post.

Next thing I knew there were fake Letterboxed reviews.

Goncharov moodboards. Really good ones.

Link to post.

Meta analysis. So many fake meta essays. Disturbingly good ones. And of course the memes. (Edit: HAVE I SAID THIS SHIT IS DISTURBING)

As you can see, the myth just started to grow, characters and ships and tropes being added one after the other, almost bizzarely without contradiction, until there was enough of shape to the whole thing for people to start posting fanfic about it on AO3. "No beta we die like ice-pick Joe" is already a tag.

Link to post.

It was hilarious in the beginning, but the way it's developed within less than a day, kind of like it's being willed into existence, is freaking me out a bit. We're toying with powers beyond our comprehension. 😂😂😂

Link to post.

Of course, there could be an ulterior motive as well.

Link to post (tags mine).

Edit: guys, please tag these posts "unreality" so people with disassociation issues can filter them out (not this one, this is an explainer). <3

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Edit 2: Aparently the boots in the original post are actually referring to a movie called Gomorrah that came out in 2008, directed by Mateo Garrone, based on the Scampia Feud. And other people had also been making posts about the fake movie for a while before the poster took off.

found by @thepotch

Edit 3: Explainer: why did those boots have this movie on them anyway?

Edit 4: Alt text added to all images courtesy of @valentineish ❤️

Edit 5: Turns out tumblr has done this kind of thing before. Nine years in this hell place and I had to have "Squiddles" and penis smp explained in the replies.

Edit 6: This post collects the Lore so far.

Edit 7: Lynda Carter (real one)/ earns more/ Tumblr cred.

Edit 8: Holy shit y'all we have the theme music. With sheet music. And it's on Spotify!

Edit 9: THERE IS A TRAILER WITH THE THEME MUSIC

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I made this post 18 hours after the movie poster went up. Closed edits 27 hours after first posting. So all of the above happened within 45 hours of the movie poster going up.

Edit 10: Google document live-compiling all the lore so far (Day 3)

Edit 11: Masterpost of Goncharov soundtracks (Day 3)

Edit 12: Entertainment news articles covering the Gonch-posting (real) (Contd from yday)

Edit 13: The music from the masterpost all compiled into a 31-minute original score with video edits on YouTube (edit: unfortunately taken down)

Edit 14: Staff's Goncharov art showcase for Tumblr Tuesday

As of closing on Day 3 there are 371 works in the AO3 tag.

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Updating with Day 3 shenanigans I missed yesterday:

Edit 15: Goncharov TV Tropes page

Edit 16: Ethics of Gonchposting

Important PSA 1 (how to reduce harm to Tumblr's neurodivergents)

Important PSA 2 (reality affirmation, anti-bullying)

Important PSA 3 (why you should stop trying to vandalise legit information sites)

Edit 17: Character lore from beezlebub whose poster they originated from

Edit 18: What we know about/ Director Matteo JWHJ0715 (#unreality)

Edit 19: Link to post with screenshotted and described NYT article (scroll down) and this golden exerpt from BuzzFeed: 💀

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End of Day 4 there are now 485 works in the Goncharov tag on AO3

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Didn't get to update this on Day 5, so these are the Day 5 doings:

More trailers!

Trailer 1 (My favourite)

Trailer 2

Trailer 3

Trailer 4

I also just found out about the Goncharov Game Jam.

It appears this opened a day after after the meme took off.

Goncharov was first entered into Wikipedia between Day 4 and 5 (attempts to vandalise it with fake info don't count, incidentally – please knock that shit off) under List of Internet Phenomena. This was then expanded into its own Wikipedia page at the end of Day 5 because, according to the talk history: "the topic now meets the notability threshold for its own artice due to significant coverage in The New York Times and other sources cited." We're on Wikipedia, people!

And then we made The Guardian half a day later. So while the meme is definitely dying down to embers by now, it still stays winning.

YouTube channels with episodes on the meme:

InformOverlord (4:30)

Lessons in Meme Culture (2:43)

End of Day of 5 there were 511 works on AO3, and End of Day 6 (today) there are 556.

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🚨BREAKING 🚨 from Martin Scorsese's daughter's TikTok (real actual)

tw: unreality:

We did it you guys!

Clarification: Francesca Scorcese asked her Dad about the meme and Martin played along. Please reblog this PSA to help Tumblr people with psychosis. Thanks.

Final edit: Day 8. Media reactions to Scorcese's TikTok (everyone from Forbes to Vulture). That one Tumblr user who said they'd do a screenplay if their post got notes has promised to shoot a single scene, but please don't be dicks just because you reblogged it; leave them alone until they get around to it themselves. As of end of Day 8 there are 609 works in the AO3 tag. I love all you lunatics. Peace! ❤️

#goncharov 1973 #reasons i can never leave this hellsite #we've ascended from pirating criterion movies to straight up manifesting them into existence #get on our level twits #knee of huss #goncharov #tumblr lore #tumblr memes #tumblr culture

[canadiankazz]

I felt bad about Mike Flanagan not being included so I decided to make another poll.

Inspired by @ktlsyrtis 's poll.

Please, please, please reblog this so it reaches the widest audience possible.

Also sorry if I'm not the only one who's done another poll.

#polls #tumblr polls #tumblr celebrity #neil gaiman #wil wheaton #lynda carter #chuck tingle #diane duane #mike flanagan