#it's 2024

[katerina-q]

free rhaegar and lyanna from this dumbass fandom

#rhaegar targaryen #asoiaf #Lyanna stark #it's 2024 #so many nonsensical takes #copy paste ass takes #meh

[honeygrahambitch]

I love it when people add to my posts, whether it's just tags or big texts. What I find obnoxious tho it's when people reblog my posts to say that I'm wrong or that some things are not how I portrayed them.

Okay? That was my opinion and vision. Make your own post, don't relate your view to mine if mine is "too simple".

Like, I encourage everyone to write down their own interpretation of symbolism, interactions, scenes, dialogues. The show is beautiful for the multiple ways it can be interpreted through. You don't have to agree with my view or call it in any way.

Here is what you can do:

1. Scroll

2. Make your own post

#it's 2024 #we can just scroll #rant #it's that simple #hannibal #hannigram

[onpurposeilovehimonpurpose]

It's 2024, and they still won't be in a room with a cake.

It's 2024, and whenever I see this picture, I think of the quote below the picture because I like to imagine how drastically their lives changed after this. I love thinking of them in the future (of now) that during the planning of their incredibly secret, not secret wedding, while they are not secretly, secretly engaged, they leave the cake off the to-do list, neither wanting to think about it as they lay in bed and start dreaming aloud to one another. Maybe they might've made a space for it at one time, but it's been forgotten, filled up with other tasks of their own importance, so it's fitting that neither of them remembers there was ever a spot there for it. They keep their feelings about this in a secret garden they've grown together; this catastrophe is fittingly the first seed.

It’s 2024, and nobody knows they’re engaged. Granted, they’ve only been engaged for about three hours, but Henry is curious to see how long they can go. It feels nice to keep a secret that doesn’t have to be a secret. It’s more that they’re keeping it like a pet, or something especially beautiful from the garden that they’ve coaxed into a jar.” (Red, White & Royal Blue, Casey McQuiston, 2022)

I'm probably not making any sense right now except to myself and the little fanfiction world I've built in my head.

#it's 2024 #red white and royal blue #firstprince #rwrb movie #rwrb #nicholas galitzine #taylor zakhar perez #henry x alex #red white royal blue #hrh prince henry #rwrb film #rwrb book #red white and royal blue movie #henry hanover stuart fox #alex claremont-diaz #prince henry #red white & royal blue

[rins-brainrot-artdump]

Made a quick doodle of Sei (my beloved)

#it's 2024 #and I got dmmd brainrot again #sei (dmmd) #dmmd #my art #sei dmmd #certi​fied blorbo

[shortcakelils]

HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!!!

#RAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH #new year #post #it's 2024 #woah #that's weird #I remember 2023 like it was yesterday #bc it was LMAO

[elena--89]

Do people realize that hell was about to break loose in westeros before rhaegar/lyanna? tywin only goal was to overthrow aerys, he couldn't care less about rhaegar and lyanna, none of the great houses couldn't care less (except the starks and robert). They were tired of aerys' bs

#asoiaf #rhaegar targaryen #lyanna stark #game of thrones #i'm so tired of asoiaf fans bs #it's 2024

[killerfrostisme]

I was quite surprised to see that there weren't many fanfics where Lucy gets her period. It's a normal part of most uterus bearing people's lives, and to be honest I'd like to see it represented in YA books too. It's 2024, let's not act like we don't bleed.

Hence, this is my humble attempt to change that.

This one takes place between TSS and TWS and follows book canon:)

Lucy could always tell when she was about to get her periods. Besides the fact that she always felt like death, she also started to resemble one of the Visitors she and her team desperately tried to snuff out. Rarely could she not predict the time when Auntie Flo would come traipsing into her life. Whenever she saw the telltale signs of a period fast approaching, she'd prepare well. She would pack her kit bag with extra tampons and loads of chocolate. She'd also make sure she'd carry a plethora of painkillers. She almost always got it right.

Almost.

It was a light case and Lockwood and Co was feeling quite relaxed. The owners of the house had informed them of a benign spirit-a probable Type One-whose only job in death was to float on the top of the landing and exude forlorn energy. Upon further research, George uncovered a news article which stated that an old couple had died within a week of each other. The man first, of natural causes and the woman next, of a broken heart. Even though, the spirit was supposedly a Type One, Lockwood had been quite adamant about taking extra iron fillings and even an iron chain, which was typically not required for a Type One case. Lucy had to admit, he'd really stepped up the leadership game after the mishap at Mrs Hope's house.

It was just as well since there wasn't just one ghost but two!

The containment of the sources (a pair of delicate satin slippers for the wife and a pair of silver wire rimmed glasses for the husband) were an easy affair. After dropping George off at Portland Row (he'd had a nasty fall on the stairs in the haunted house and just wanted to sleep the pain away) and with both sources safely ensconced in silver nets, Lucy and Lockwood set off for the furnace.

They sat in a comfortable silence for the entirety of the ride to the furnace. The kind of silence that's brought on by a sense of not knowing each other well enough, but with a desire to change.

Lucy was feeling quite woozy after the case, and chalked it down to just plain fatigue. They had been going on an awful lot of cases after the success of Combe Carey and she hadn't really had enough time to sleep. When they got out of the cab, Lockwood flashed her a tired grin, and she momentarily forgot about her wooziness. Strange. Maybe she's not as tired as she thought.

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"Feeling alright, Luce?" He asked, after handing in the sources. They were standing outside the building, waiting to hail a cab to go home.

"Yes, I think so." she replied, wincing a bit when a sharp shooting pain pierced her lower back. "Why do you ask?" she asked, in what she hoped was a nonchalant manner.

"No particular reason." He responded, keeping his eyes on the road in front of them, searching for an empty cab. "It's just- you've been a bit quiet today. Not to mention, I've seen you wincing here and there. Are you hurt?"

Oh. So he'd caught that. He was a lot more observant than she gave him credit for, she supposed.

"Oh no, I'm fine."

They lapsed into silence yet again. This one seemed more pregnant than the easy one they'd shared in the cab on the way over. Lucy was desperately trying to recall her cycle dates and was drawing a blank. She knew she hadn't packed her period kit with her, and her emergency pad-she mentally berated herself-was safely sitting on her dresser in the attic at Portland Row. She was completely defenseless. Her only option? Freebleed and try not to stain everything under the sun. The silver lining was that at least she was going home.

She fidgeted uncomfortably. When was that damn cab going to arrive? How much longer was she supposed to suffer in agony? Why were women cursed with this abomination every month? Why did men get off scott-free for literally everything in life? Why was the patriarchy-

A delicate cough roused her out of her mental rant. "Is it-is it" Lockwood began, one hand rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "By that I mean, do you-are you-"

"Oh, just spit it out!" she snapped.

Lockwood looked over at her in a mix of shock and surprise, which immediately made her feel guilty. She didn't mean to speak to him in such a belligerent manner, but he was really testing her patience. It was late, she was tired and her hormones weren't being very cooperative.

She tried to tone down her aggravation, (she still seemed to be glowering at him) and spoke- "What were you trying to say, Lockwood?"

He swallowed and continued in a wary manner, as if he were scared of her biting his head off at the next opportunity. "I was just wondering, are you feeling okay?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Is it your time of the month?"

"Just because I'm annoyed that doesn't mean I'm on my period. It could also imply that I'm just in a bad mood or someone has done something to piss me off."

"Okay. Noted."

A pause. And then-

"But, yes. I am on my periods."

"Ah."

Silence.

"My condolences." He cleared his throat, very evidently in the excuse of doing something."Oh look, there's the cab." He said in obvious relief.

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Who the bloody hell says "my condolences" in response to "I've got my period"? Was he absolutely mental? He too had apparently thought it was an incredibly daft thing to say to someone, because he'd kept up an imperceptibly long stream of chatter throughout the cab ride. In the one year that she'd worked at Lockwood and Co, Lucy had never heard him to be as loquacious as he was that night.

What did Lucy think of the company? (it was good) Were she and George getting along? (yes) What were her thoughts on the Kuriashi Turn? (it sucked) Did she think that Karina from Tendy's and Hussain from Bunchurch were shagging? (no comments). He wanted all the answers tonight!

"Ah, we're here." said Lockwood, with an air of forced positivity, as the cab screeched to a halt outside Portland Row.

Lockwood paid the driver and they got out of the car. They shuffled into the house quietly. The air was palpable with tension. The kind of tension brought on by two people who don't know who to bridge the chasm between them.

"Listen Luce," he said, catching her arm and gently pulling her towards him. They had reached the landing outside Lockwood's room. "I'm sorry for acting like a knob. I don't want you to feel as if you can't talk about your periods. I know it's a slightly awkward topic but they're natural. I want you to feel safe enough to talk about whatever you want because this is your house too, Luce."

Lucy gave him a slow, hesitant smile. "It's all right," she reassured him. "I wasn't exactly being very nice either. I'm sorry about that. I'll work on it."

Lockwood smiled at her, and she felt it shoot straight to her heart, warming up her insides and making her forgot all about her menstrual cramps. Of course, it had nothing to do with Lockwood though. Her body was probably happy about being home. Definitely nothing to ponder over later.

"Is there anything I can do?" He said, in an earnest manner.

"Yes," she said, surprising them both. "You can tell me more about Hussain and Karina's supposed antics over a cup of hot cocoa."

"Deal," laughed Lockwood, "there's much to share with regards to that particular subject."

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They stayed down in the library chatting for ages. Lucy had changed into clean clothes, worn a tampon and downed a painkiller with her cocoa, but what really made her feel better was laughing with Lockwood. He made her happy. And George, of course. And her job. And Portland Row. And London.

Lucy smiled. Whatever it was, she wasn't going to dwell on it much. For now, she was just going to take comfort in his company. For now, she was just going to chuckle at Barnes' love life with a floppy haired boy. For now, that was enough.

This was supposed to be a funny, slightly awkward story. But somehow, it turned into one laced with poignancy. Especially towards the end. It just sort of ran away from me and took shape on its own.

Anyway, hope you guys liked it! Let me know if you guys did:)

#lockwood and co #renew lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #jonathan stroud #lockwood & co #lucy carlyle #books #lockwood and lucy #fiction #l&co #locklyle fanfic #fanfiction #menstruation #it's 2024 #we all bleed #the screaming staircase #the whispering skull #it's still just platonic #for now #posted this on ao3 as well

[turianosauruswrex]

why do we exist? just to suffer? every day I see chuds complaining about super talented women who cosplay Caesar's Legion

#it's 2024 #c'mon #i'm feeling testy but not stupid enough to change my pfp to my vulpes cosplay and dunk on em #texts from the void

[onearthwerebrieflygorgons]

Nobody's asking, but I think Peter Jackson's King Kong is ABOUT Peter Jackson's King Kong

#king kong #peter jackson #movies #nobody ask or I WILL elaborate #it's 2024 #the world has moved on #peter jackson doesn't even remember making this film #but I'm still here #thinking

[clockworkbanana]

My train was passing through Southeastern Pennsylvania in the early morning hours, and so all the pictures I took look like something straight out of Silent Hill.

#photography #my photos #fog #mist #train photos #fogbank #silent hill #but also it's bullshit that Amtrak doesn't have Wi-Fi #it's 2024

[coleisunderrated]

If anyone's gonna find Pixal in the future, I actually hope it's Nya, Cyrus, or anyone else besides Zane.

#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #dragons rising #ninjago pixal #unpopular opinion #underrated rants #please let pixal interact with anyone besides zane #it's 2024

[bowlofbones]

Learning yourself and figuring out your identity can be hard, but respecting others' shouldnt be. Leave the aros alone, they are valid and belong in queer spaces, cishet or not.

Ya'll are mean to treat them like predators.

#Aro #Aromantic #lgbtqia #lgbtq community #can we not #it's 2024

[eltristanexplicitcontent]

Steamboat Willie

#steamboat willie #yt #corridor digital #yep #it's 2024 #2024 #happy new year! #Disney #COPYRIGHT #© #Youtube #mickey mouse #minnie mouse

[teen--marvel]

look, it's 2024. i shouldn't have to make a godforsaken post about this, but if you're gonna come into my inbox and basically bash me for saying something that literally every other person out there says when they take the time out of their day to edit a picture, then just... don't. (ex - pls don't repost my pics / pls don't repost my edits or gifs)

leave people alone and let them do and say whatever the fuck they want on their blog.

no, i didn't take the fucking pictures of joe at the finally dawn photo call, nor i did i claim to. saying not to repost a couple pics (or a few that i've posted, tbh) that i took the time out of my day to find and edit (the same as every other person out there that edits pics of celebrities) isn't a bad thing!! because it's my freaking edit.

not wanting others to save our pics and take claim on it also isn't a bad thing, either!!

it's people like the anon that just came into my inbox that makes gif creators, pic editors and fanfic writers not want to create shit anymore, or be apart of fandoms!!

just fucking enjoy the pics.

damn.

#joe keery #i will delete any negativity that comes through my inbox #in regards to this topic #it's 2024 #LET'S SUPPORT EACH OTHER!!! #damn.

[myboyfriendjake]

didn't think id see garam hate in the year 2024 but some people are either really ignorant or just haters my god

#was watching a le sserafim unboxing #it's a recent vid #and op pulled garam and got super pissed off #they said they didn't care who they got but then started #swearing at the garam pc #like wtf #it's 2024 #everyone has to leave that girl alone #she didn't deserve any of it #garam #kim garam #le sserafim

[camping-with-monsters]

For those of you who weren’t able to get 100% of the total solar eclipse today… I gotchu <3

#THE MOON WAS OVER THE SUN THE MOON WAS OVER THE SU #we were in the 100% area like I just casually live here lmao #april 8th eclipse #total solar eclipse #solar eclipse #2024 eclipse #April #photos #eclipse photos #eclipse #2024 solar eclipse