TDS, April 7, 2015
One Game Of Thrones fan gave Peter Dinklage a thoughtful/scary message
pacific northwestern gothic:
- you drive an eco-friendly car and you recycle, but you leave the lights on all night, just in case.
- you find yourself lost in an endless sea of coffee shops, unable to tell corners apart, trapped in a tightly woven web of independently owned shops next to smaller chains, kiosks in every open place they can be wedged. you lose time, lose sleep, and in your delirium, you fill another bunch card, redeem your free latte, and continue your fruitless search for a way out.
- there’s a new starbucks down the street. there’s always a new starbucks down the street.
- no one’s ever heard of your favourite band, because they don’t exist. you could’ve sworn they did, you had all their records - real records, on vinyl, you’re a collector - just last week, but they’re gone now. you try telling a friend to look them up, but you find yourself unable to remember their name.
- on sunny days, you feel ill at ease. some things should not be seen in such clear light. your eyes are not adjusted to such brightness.
- children on a field trip watch the salmon run, their flesh deteriorating from their living bodies as they beat themselves against rocks in a macabre last battle upstream to lay their eggs where they first hatched. the children watch for hours in the cold as the fish, some almost as big as they are, fight to reach their spawning grounds before their bodies fail and fall to pieces. on the bus ride home, they laugh as if they had seen nothing.
- your neighbours, your friends, even you, discuss proudly how progressive and open-minded you are, how different this place is from the rest of america - as they decline, we shake our heads, grateful to live in such a liberal utopia. here, things are greener. here, people are kinder. we don’t have dark secrets. you smile, because the state history curriculum doesn’t talk about the laws that stayed on book for far longer than we care to admit. you laugh, blissful in ignorance, or in avoidance, of the fact that we are no better, no brighter, than anywhere else.
- you’re tell yourself you’re a good person, who doesn’t judge on appearances. you applaud yourself for your open-mindedness. there must be another reason you feel so disquieted when someone who looks too different from you gets too close to you in public.
- mount st. helens begins to smoke. something stirs at the bottom of crater lake. there’s a wailing sound coming from behind multnomah falls.
- a friend mentions that they’ve been hiking a lot lately, and you say you’d love to get out there more, it’s just hard to find the time. the truth is, you’ll never forget what you saw out there, in that deep part of the woods, at twilight, having long lost the trail.
- there’s a flavour you just can’t place in the newest limited edition holiday ale from your favourite microbrewery. you buy another six pack, and drink until you can’t taste it anymore.
- you laugh at the religious, but some part of you wonders if it would be easier to sleep at night, believing something, anything, was looking out for you.
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The best ever episode of catfish
how have i not seen this episode i've watched A LOT of catfish
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Source: pacficanortwest
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Dorris McComics by Alex Norris [tumblr | twitter | facebook]
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Grease AU - Taylor Swift plays Sandy, and Kristen Stewart plays Danni (Danny). [Insp]
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Source: flawlesstew
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soulmate au where instead of your soulmates first words to you written on your skin it’s their last words you ever hear them say so you don’t know who your soulmate is until you lose them
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“She brought out this humor in him, and he brought out this depth in her. There was a magical quality about them. Andrew has an ability to do emotional gravity really well. Emma’s presence is so light. Put them together and they had spontaneous grounded realism. They were so naturalistic. They never fake things.” - Marc Webb
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OTP
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The Portrait
Based on the prompt: “we’ve been engaged to be married since we were three but this is the first time we’ve met and your portraits really don’t do you justice”
Fifteen years ago, when nine year old Derek was sat down by his parents and informed of his duty as a prince to his kingdom, he didn’t fully grasp what it meant to be engaged. There was brief talk of marriage that he’d let fly right past him, so far in the future it wasn’t a concern, and the vague knowledge that he was spoken for, but it had little impact on his life at the time.
He was told his betrothed had just turned three, like Cora, which brought up the memory of his little sister throwing his favorite book in a full toilet just the week before, and then he dismissed the entire issue from his mind when Laura called for him to join their game of hide and seek. He had more important things to worry about than some baby in another land, ruining other people’s prized possessions.
Ten years ago, they received word that Queen Claudia had passed, and fourteen year old Derek had dutifully signed the condolences his mother penned from the family, but it hardly affected him beyond pulling him away in the middle of his sword training. It was a distant death in a distant northeastern kingdom, affecting people Derek had never even seen before. He returned to his training alongside his best friend and future guard Boyd, and that was that.
The same happened nine years ago, upon the marriage of King Jonathon and his new wife, Queen Melissa; he signed the longwinded letter of congratulations, sat through a brief lecture on the importance of keeping up on these things and staying informed of these types of changes for political reasons, and then dashed back outside to where Boyd was waiting with their horses, forgetting it all in seconds. They were a distant family he had no personal connection to, he couldn’t say he felt strongly either way about their brand new union.
Eight years ago, the reality of his situation came crashing down on him with the arrival of a portrait.
The Portrait was the only portrait of his betrothed that was ever sent, and Derek was grateful for King Jonathon’s foresight. The first was upsetting enough on its own, as was realization that Derek was going to be joined in holy matrimony to its subject, and he didn’t need the customary annual portraits to remind him of his fate. He tried to be less shallow about it, look for the inner beauty and the whip-smart mind his mother always praised after her visits to the north, but there was no getting around it.
His fiancé was terrifying.
I was initially planning on being a casual fan, but then I thought, why not just let it consume my soul instead?
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Sterek!AU Derek, the best fucking web designer of the entire state, is looking for a job and the annoying kid at the front desk keeps trying to start a conversation.
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take a chance on me
based on this, featuring Professor!Derek and Student!Stiles
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"I’m sorry, why are we all here again?" Jackson asks, sounding put out. "Because I can think of at least five hundred things I’d rather spend my Saturday night doing than listening to Stilinski’s whining."
"Jackson, Stiles is our friend and he’s in a delicate situation. He needs our emotional support," Allison admonishes, narrowing her eyes. "But if you’d rather keep complaining, I could remind you of that time you cried for two hours because you had a splinter in your foot."
Jackson pales. “It was a big splinter,” he protests.
"I’m sure it was," Allison says sweetly. "We all just could barely see it when they pulled it out because our collective eye sight is so bad."
Everyone snickers at that, even Stiles. Lydia is at least considerate enough to try and hide her smile behind her hand, because she’s a good girlfriend like that.
"I’m kinda with Jackson on this one, though," Isaac says from where he’s perched on the table. Ugh, Stiles will have to make him scrub it down later, he eats there, Goddammit. "Why don’t you just screw the guy senseless and be done with it? You get laid, we don’t have to listen to your crying anymore, everyone goes home happy."
"Isaac, he’s Stiles professor,” Scott hisses. “He can’t just have sex with him, that’s illegal.”
yessssssssssss
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This joke has definitely been done, but Princess Bride AU where Steve is the farmboy who answers each of Sam’s requests with “On your left” Until Sam finally realizes Steve means “I love you-” And Steve is kidnapped by the Dread Pirate Peggy (haha) who teaches him the way of combat- And in the meantime, Sam is betrothed against his will the the Evil Prince Rumlow And Steve goes on an adventure to find his true love again: gaining friends, Natasha and Nick on the way
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Source: bowsbrosandbacardi
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