my favorite young detectives💚
I LOVE THIS!! YAY SCOOBY-DOO YAY FANART

A thing I love about the Knives Out "Wastons" is how all of them in some way or another fucked up during the mystery solving. Marta secretly destroyed the tape to cover her tracks and kept lying by omission. Helen got drunk and almost blew her cover several times. Jud was riddled with so much guilt that he kept trying to confess to crimes he didn't commit.
And Blanc never gave up on any of them because he knows what happens when someone hits an emotional rock bottom and didn't let those moment define who these people are in the long run. He just sees someone who needs a friend to hold their hand while they go through the worst week of their lives so they could get shit together and solve the mystery on their own terms and by god, he is fucking right.
Love this. This is something I think I appreciated at the time I watched each individual film but didn’t really connect until you pointed it out.
I’d also like to point out that Jud also hid evidence, the flask, which was a stumbling block for solving the case also. But still these characters are united by fighting for truth and manipulating information to get there. I don’t remember much from the first movie but have just recently rewatched Glass Onion and Wake Up Dead Man: Helen hides Andi’s death, and goes to the island with an assumed identity. Father Jud hides the Monsignor’s flask, accidentally concealing the tranquilizer that spiked his liquor.
I might rewatch the first movie through this lens, thanks for the insight!!
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when my mom crashed her bike, my dad texted me "call me. it's mom" and when I texted to ask if she was ok he just said "no" and didn't elaborate
One time I tried to say “take care” after ringing up a customer. I opened my mouth and for some reason I was unable to make a noise except for a very small “t-eh” sound initially and by the time I remembered how to make words I had to shout across the store for them to hear me. What I ended up saying was “Take over!!!” after which they glanced back at me uncomfortably and left without another word.
I am haunted by that interaction to this day.
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uhhhh so i made a fansong of a fanfic for be more chill and i’m the Worst Person You’ll Ever Meet bc of that. the fanfic, goodnight moon, is by @actualbird who is not only actually a bird, but also a blessing upon this earth and i’m in love w their writing. this isn’t the greatest thing but hey bird ur fic got me writing another song after months of not being able to so thanks for that! lyrics under the cut.
@stray-arrows adorable kitties!!!
Do new ace people these days know about black rings?
uhh, i don’t.
yeah! there’s a thing where ace people can wear a black ring on the middle finger of their right hand as a sign to show others that they’re ace!
(I couldn’t find a version of this pic without the bottom text, sorry)
I had no idea this was falling out of common knowledge. Boost to get it rolling again! Quick tip from an ace who’s been wearing the black ring for like five plus years now and has gone through several either broken or too scratched to wear- save yourself the trouble, go straight for ceramic.
there’s also aro rings, pretty much the same concept but with white rings, dont leave us out of it!
It fell out of common knowledge because exclusionists destroyed our communities
I still wear it where ever I go
these are colorblind glasses. im about to take a walk around the neighborhood and experience colors like normal people. wish me luck, updates to come.
the trees. holy shit the trees. theyre different colors. like, a million different colors
grass….. it looks so soft… so green…
after laying in the grass for about an hour staring at the autumn leaves and laughing at how blue the sky is, i have some insight to share:
why the fuck do you people buy red cars like i had no idea how bright and obnoxious they looked
there are BERRIES on the trees. like bright red. id never noticed them because they blended in. a new problem has arisen now: how the fuck do you people keep yourselves from trying to eat them they’re so tempting looking
the fallen leaves are so beautiful and colorful and you all are heathens for stepping on them just to hear the crunchy sound they make
rainbows. let me tell you about rainbows. i see rainbows as various shades of brown and yellow, plus some blue. vaguely purple.
a few days ago, i saw a rainbow in these glasses. it had just finished raining and then the sun came out, and my friend and i scrambled out the door.
i saw green. red. orange. real, actual violet.
i cried. i cried so hard. i saw every color - something i never thought would happen in my life. imagine living your life without knowing something so beautiful exists, and all of a sudden it appears before your eyes. theres no way to prepare for it. the rainbow only lasted for five minutes before it disappeared, but every with second i stood there i became more amazed at how beautiful this world actually is, i just had no idea.
This is so pure
This is what science is for.
Say what you must about the series and the characters, but you cannot deny the development between these two…
Thank you Thomas, and all those who also work on the Sanders Sides, for creating characters that singlehandedly got rid of my months of art block - Y’all are real ones lmao
hooooooooooooly shit!
I haven’t been on tumblr for like 90 years & I come back to this gem!
blessed, truly blessed,,,
9.19.18 // Stop romanticizing the past. Stop thinking about the way he smelled on your pillow at three AM. Stop remembering how high you could get off her kiss. Stop wondering where it went wrong, or why it went wrong, or when. Start romanticizing yourself. Start staring in the mirror and telling yourself how the fire in your eyes is there, no matter how dim. Start wanting to hear the sound of your own laugh because it’s the most pure music you know. Start feeling your own heartbeat in the dead of night when nothing goes right. Stop fighting off tears. Stop feeling like this is over. You’re just beginning. Start crying at two in the morning, even though you’ll never understand why. Start talking to the ceiling and your pillow; they won’t betray you. Start listening to your own breathing when you fall asleep. It’s time to stop looking at what could have been because you should be all you will ever need. His cologne is a perk that you can live without. Her lipstick on your lips is a smudge that you can live without. Your joy? Your joy you cannot live without.
