#you know the one i mean

[cerothenull]

In the world of Toy Story, I wonder how many unsolved murders are the result of Toy uprisings

#the guy with the jar should've been killed by the toys #you know the one I mean

[autodiscothings]

You are not expendable.

#Tomlen taking advantage of the fuss- it got him a disgusted noise #in which the gang try to close That Rift In The Hinterlands #You know the one I mean #cassandra pentaghast #lavellan #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #my art #tomlen

[sodrippy]

whats that post thats like. im bi but nobody want me

#you know the one i mean

[callmearcturus]

its still so weird that the greatest music drop in history is in Hbomb's Pathologic epic

#you KNOW the one i mean

[ylly-3]

#nick rhodes #duran duran #that beauty spot though #you know the one I mean

[cinderella-ish]

aaaaahhh like a bunch of works i was following on ao3 just updated including one that hadn't updated in two-and-a-half years!!!!!!

#christmas in march #ao3 #fanfic #that seinfeld gif #you know the one i mean #julia louis dreyfuss was one of my first celeb crushes #along with bill nye and jim carrey #make of that what you will #true facts #my post #by cinderella-ish #fanfic readers #fanfic authors

[tackytigerfic]

WIP Snip

i am still working my way through all my tags because i have completely lost track of tumblr! i am absolutely loving reading them though so please prepare for me screeching in your tags. I won't tag all the people who tagged me as i'm so far behind on things that i'll definitely manage to miss people. But thank you all so much. Would love to see anyone else's wip snips, so here's a general tag for anyone who fancies doing this.

Multiverse fic (currently 96k), the war is still dragging on, and Malfoy's back with the Order after seven years away.

“You look as though you’re enjoying that.”

“Malfoy?” Harry was so used to Malfoy’s face by now, but it was oddly disconcerting to see him out of context like this, not in the quiet studious atmosphere of the bedroom at the Manor, or the small practical sleeping space he had taken over in HQ. His hair was freshly washed, Harry thought, still damp at the curling ends behind his ears, and smelling faintly of his expensive shampoo. He was wearing some sort of Muggle shirt with tiny buttons, lots of them open at his throat, much too fancy for somewhere like the Hog’s Head.

“Can I try whatever he’s having?” Malfoy’s smile was slow and sweet and entreating as he leaned across the bar to Maggie, and she looked pleased at once and poured him a glass, the gloss of the purple very dark against his hand when he picked up the tumbler.

“And you might as well have one, and all,” Maggie told Ron, and nudged a glass over to him. “Let me know what you think.”

“Oh,” Malfoy said, and closed his eyes languorously as he sipped. “Oh.”

“That’s what I said,” Harry told him.

“This is one of the most delicious things I’ve ever put in my mouth,” Malfoy said, and when he opened his eyes they were almost cloudy with reminiscence, his gaze abstracted, far away. “Do you know what it reminds me of, Potter? Do you remember— that ice-cream we got, in that Syrian cafe…”

“On the Edgware Road? Yes, that’s it exactly, I can taste the pistachio now. I knew I recognised the taste from somewhere!”

It was years ago, long before they’d had to move out of London, before Malfoy had left, but Harry could almost be there, if he closed his eyes; the high clear spring sky an impossible blue overhead, traffic snarled around Marble Arch, the pretty furled cup of ice-cream, and Malfoy with him, a glamour dulling the sheen of his hair, laughing at the look on Harry’s face as Harry dug in with his plastic spoon and let the taste overtake him. It felt like just yesterday, like he could touch the feeling of the day with his fingertips.

“What is in this drink?” he asked Maggie, bemused.

“I’d like to know too,” Ron said, smacking his lips. “Because mine is lemon. Not lemon-lemon, but sort of like a cakey lemon, like lemon drizzle.” He sat forward, excited. “Like our wedding cake, Hermione, remember? With the sort of yoghurty icing and all the candied fruit on top.”

“Hmmm,” Maggie said dubiously, and sniffed her own glass suspiciously. “I’m calling it Aqua Nostalgia. It’s supposed to remind everyone who drinks it of happier times. Takes you back, best day of your life... sort of thing. So you two—”

She eyed Harry and Malfoy, Harry with a dull curl of shame beginning in his gut where the heat and deliciousness of the drink still burned. Ron’s ears looked a bit red, and he wasn’t looking at Harry at all.

#wip snip #six sentence someday #drarry #ugh trying to balance them hating each other #with them fancying the pants off each other #plus to get the dynamic right #you know the one i mean #we used to be best friends #then one of us betrayed the other #by running off with his mum to france #and abandoning his bestie to seven years of lonely war and bloodshed #and now things are irreparably changed between us #but we can't stop looking at each other and remembering #that sort of dynamic

[pollencoveredman]

green is the colour (but don’t it fade fast?)

eleven p.m., on a saturday. 

dee sits at her desk, head in her hands as she racks her brain, trying to squeeze out anything she can remember about this trigonometry bullshit. it’s not a particularly difficult topic, per sé, but she’d slept through most of the last lesson and copied her answers off the girl next to her, whose name she could never seem to remember.

she taps her pen on her desk, in time with stacey q’s two of hearts blaring from her cheap CD player. it’s not really her favourite, but she’ll play it while she can while dennis is out, before he inevitably “borrows” it from her for god knows how long.

her train of thought is interrupted by a knock at her bedroom door, and she’s a little grateful, because she’s not getting anywhere with her stupid homework and needs an excuse to take a break.

“come in, mom,” she calls, trying to look busy. 

the door creaks open, and dee does a double take when she sees her brother standing in the doorway.

“hey,” she says incredulously. “i thought you were staying at maureen’s tonight.”

dennis opens his mouth to speak, but dee cuts him off before he can get anything out.

“anyways, do you know how to do this trig shit?” she asks as he takes a seat on the edge of her bed. “i kind of didn’t pay attention in class the other week and i’m, like, totally lost, and—”

“she dumped me.”

dee blinks slowly. “what?”

“maureen; she— she broke up with me.” it’s only now that dee takes a good look at him and notices how red his nose and eyes are, the dried mascara streaked down his cheeks.

“again? what is that, the fourth time, now?” she sets her things down on her desk and pauses the music, moving over to the bed to sit with dennis as he rubs at his eyes. “god, you guys are so on-and-off, it’s so annoying. i can’t keep up; you should just move on already.”

dennis stays silent, but the way his face crumples up and the shakiness of his breath tells dee a lot more than whatever mess of words is inside his head.

“oh, hey, come on,” she says softly, as hot tears start streaming down her brother’s face. “it’s alright. you didn’t even like her that much, right? i thought you were just dating her to make mom happy.”

dennis nods, trying to catch his breath. “i was, but…” he sniffles, running a finger under his nose. “she broke up with me. if it was the other way around, then it’d be different.”

dee raises an eyebrow. she’s not sure whether she can keep up with the drama in her brother’s romantic life, and she’s not sure if she really cares, but she knows this whole mess is her mom’s fault. as if she needs another reason to despise her. they’re only sixteen, and dee already knows her mother has royally fucked up both of them for good.

“so…” she starts, trying to be careful with her words. “if you’d broken up with her instead, you wouldn’t be so upset?”

“i don’t know, dee, i just… i thought she really liked me.” dennis mutters in between sobs. “she said i was handsome, and— and she always said hi to me in the hallways, and… i don’t know. i guess i just want everyone to think i’m cool, or good-looking, or whatever. even if it’s people i don’t really like.”

dee nods. “yeah, i get it.” she doesn’t really, but he’s upset and she just wants to help.

“i just don’t know why she would be the one to break it off.” dennis sighs heavily, shifting around restlessly on the duvet.

dee frowns, picking up the tissue box from her nightstand and setting it down next to dennis. “did she tell you why?”

he shakes his head, plucking out a handful to gently dab at his nose and eyes. “wasn’t really listening. something about how she doesn’t like those quote-on-quote ‘losers’ i hang out with, i don’t know.”

there’s a beat of uncomfortable semi-silence, as dennis sniffles pathetically into his wad of tissues while dee fidgets with her necklace.

“sorry if i’m being annoying,” dennis blurts out suddenly. “i would’ve talked to mom about this, but she’s, like, out cold on the couch. wine all over the floor and everything.”

“hey, no, it’s totally fine,” dee assures him. “i doubt she would’ve been that helpful anyways.”

dennis nods slowly. “yeah. probably just, i don’t know, say it’s ‘cause i’m not good enough anymore or something. she keeps telling me i’m growing out of my looks.”

“bitch,” dee hisses. she’s mad. she’s mad that their mother would say these kind of things to her own son, that she treats them both so badly in such different ways. and of course their dad couldn’t give a shit. he’s never around; only cares about making money and banging chicks, something their mom’s fully aware of. not that she cares — that’d be hypocritical.

she wishes her parents loved each other. other times, she wishes they were both dead.

it’s something their little group is built around. mac’s mom barely pays attention to him, and dee’s pretty sure his dad’s a criminal. charlie doesn’t even know his dad, and his mom has a new guy over every other day of the week, though he seems to be oblivious to the implications of such a thing. sometimes she wishes she was as painfully ignorant as he was; so unbelievably childish and carefree.

she snaps out of her haze as she glances over at dennis, face flushed and breath uneven. dee hasn’t seen him cry like this in years.

“you want a hug?”

dennis nods, curling into her side as she wraps an arm tight around his waist. he’s always been weird about physical touch, especially these last two or so years, but he appreciates moments like these; when he knows he’s safe. 

“thank you,” he chokes out, voice wavering and barely a whisper as tears spill onto dee’s shirt.

“you’re gonna be okay, den,” she whispers, massaging little circles into his hand, the way he always does to himself when he needs to calm down. 

it’s something she’s always noticed about him, even when he hardly even realises he’s doing it. he does it a lot whenever they pass the school library, or even just at a brief mention of ms klinsky’s name. she never brings it up, though. he’s fragile about that type of thing.

“deep breaths, alright? you’re gonna make yourself sick.”

dennis nods, trying to follow her suggestion, pulling away to recollect himself. dee keeps a loose grip on his hand all the while, frowning slightly at how shaky he is.

“hey, why don’t you lay down?” she asks gently. “i’m gonna go grab you something. i’ll be really quick, promise.”

he does so wordlessly, curling up into the fetal position and picking at a loose thread on the duvet. he brushes off the tissues littering the bed into the little trash can on the side — even if he’s sad, that’s no excuse to leave a mess.

dee comes back after a minute, dennis’s stuffed elephant in her hands. she sits down next to him, presenting it to him with a grin.

“mr. tibbs!” he sits up a little, propping himself up on his elbow, a smile spreading across his face. he holds it tightly in his arms, rubbing his cheek against the soft fabric. dee can’t help but feel a little proud of herself. she knows how much dennis loves that thing, how many sick days it’s gotten him through, how many nights it’s spent cradled in his arms as he cried himself to sleep.

“feeling better now?” she whispers, as she moves her pens and papers over to the bed.

“yeah,” dennis mumbles. “you’re a good sister.”

dee smiles and squeezes his hand, distantly noting how much calmer he seems now. “i’m a great big sister.”

“hey, that’s not fair,” he whines. “you’re, like, fifteen minutes older.”

“whatever.”

“it’s cosine, by the way. not tangent.” dennis says, gesturing to dee’s notebook. he’s met with a raised eyebrow and a confused half-smirk. “on your homework, question six. you’re using the wrong ratio; that’s why your calculator’s acting all weird.”

dee snorts. “okay, nerd.”

“just trying to help my big sister,” he says through a yawn, stretching out his arms behind him. “can i sleep in here tonight?”

“yeah, go for it,” she mutters, not looking away from her homework. normally, she’d object, but he’s had a rough night, and as much as she hates to admit it, she really does like looking after him like this.

she’s the best older-by-fifteen-minutes sister ever.

#cw ms klinsky mention #title from johnny come last by the fratellis #trash twins <3 #i heart them #dennis reynolds #dee reynolds #fanfic #iasip #it’s always sunny in philadelphia #based off that one line in the book #you know the one i mean

[2-2-1-bitch]

you know that poem thats like love is the stack of history books on a nightstand with a bookmark half way though or some shit i wonder what niche little things i’ll end up knowing lots about just bc my partner likes them i can’t wait to be full of random shit in the name of love

#don’t come at me for the paraphrasing of the poem #you know the one i mean

[transandor]

i love searching for an ask that i dont know how it was phrased and i cant find it bc the search function is ASS

#speaking #smth about how when jordan and tom landed there was a reason sonja and tucker didnt follow #you KNOW the one i mean

[sweet-dining-car]

I feel like Greaseball is a cereal enjoyer.

The man just enjoys cereal

#Reblog with 🥣 to give Greaseball some cereal #I feel like he would like the cookie one #You know the one I mean #starlight express #stex #greaseball the diesel #stex greaseball

[i-was-bored-so-this-happened]

No thoughts, head empty, just Beaten-Up-Main-Character-Returns-From-Battle-And-Dramatically-Enters-Through-Double-Doors

#like i haven't seen the entirety of lotr #but that one. that one clip of aragorn #you know the one i mean

[iceslushii]

my chemical romance. send post

#this is in the format of those '[whatever] send tweet' tweets #this weekends been spent listening to the same couple of mcr songs. specifically planetary go and na na na na na na or however many na's- #-there are #you know the one i mean #slushiis shitposts

[princerevelucide]

for the record bill cipher would of course be pizzaface in the pizza falls tower gravity universe but pizzahead would be that one cliche sexyman human bill that everyone knows

#You know the one i mean

[cassierobinsons]

everytime i see rowena in that silly white wig i mistake her for moira rose. EVERY fucking time.

#you know the one i mean

[partywithponies]

Shippers of That One Ship that dominates Ao3 and hijacks every other post on this website when you jokingly hijack one (1) post about the ship to make it about something else:

#not mentioning the ship by name. I don't want to summon them #you know the one I mean