Ive Never Watched The Owl House But Im Getting Nothing But Hollow Mind Stuff On My Dash, Are Yall Okay?

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You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.

By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.

I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?

Behold, I said id do it so i have done it. Heres a small fic about Jacket that I wrote for an rp server a few weeks ago!

Its not the best, but I’m proud of it!

The man rested his baseball bat on his shoulder. Deep crimson red painted the streets, painted his jeans, jacket, hands, painted the dead-eyed chicken mask concealing his face. A shaking, bruised hand reached up and tugged the thick latex from his head. His dirty blonde hair was matted and clung to his forehead with sweat. His hazel eyes gazed up into the orange sky. The sunset was always beautiful over the ocean this time of year. Too bad he wasn’t back in Florida to see it. DC sunsets will have to do. Before he knew it, his back collided with the concrete stairs he rested on. His eyesight began to blur as quick footsteps approached.

“Jacket! There you are! We’ve been lookin’ everywhere for you!”

That voice. His old biker friend. He lifted up an old cassette recorder.

Click.

“Cloaker no longer in working order.”

Click.

“Yeah, I see that. Pretty sure the whole fuckin’ police force is no longer in working order after this.”

Click.

"In the event of personnel damage, please locate the nearest first aid kit."

Click.

“Are you hurt? Where?”

The man sat up, shedding his brown letterman jacket. Under his muted teal t-shirt, his skin was morphing into a collage of deep, blotted purples, reds, yellows, and greens. A beautiful, morbid painting on the body of a beautiful, morbid man.

“Jeez, they really got you, huh? It’s alright. We’ll get you home and put some ice on it. You’re gonna be okay.” The older man cradled Jacket’s arm in his hands. He sniffed. Thick, scarlet liquid ran down his face, over his lips, off his chin, dripping onto his shirt.

Click.

“I made a mistake.” The recorder reversed. “Rust.”

Click.

“It’s gonna be alright, Jacket. You’re gonna be alright.”

Jacket rested his head on the biker’s shoulder, letting his salty tears gently dot the other man’s black leather jacket. He felt his body leave the ground, then it all went black.

When he finally came to, Jacket was home. He lay in his room, on the soft, plush couch pushed so snugly against the wall, and covered with a few crocheted blankets. He reached up and rubbed his eyes. The boxing tape on his hands was gone, leaving nothing but pale skin and the reddened knuckles of his thin fingers. He took a deep breath.

Shhhk shhhk shhhk.

Jacket sat up. Someone had changed his clothes while he was asleep. Instead of his usual jeans-and-tshirt getup, he had on a pair of black sweatpants and a slightly oversized, grey, long-sleeved t-shirt. It was comfy. He looked around.

Shhhk shhhk shhhk.

He slowly swung his legs over the edge of the couch, his bare feet meeting the cold concrete floor. Well, mostly, part of his left foot landed atop the fake tiger-skin rug on the floor. Magenta neon lights illuminated the space around him, and the light over his workbench was shut off.

Shhhk shhhk shhhk.

He pushed off, coming to his feet. He looked towards the entrance of his little cove. Through the doorway (if you could call it that, there wasn’t a door) he saw the closed door to Bodhi’s workshop. Strange, the surfer spent most of his time there. Must be asleep.

Shhhk shhhk shhhk.

Jacket shuffled out of his room. Just outside, Sokol batted a hockey puck to and fro on the concrete floor of the Safehouse basement. The Russian looked up, having seen movement in his peripheral vision.

“You’re awake! I was afraid you’d miss dinner, you need some meat on those little birdy bones of yours!” He laughed heartily.

The workout area a little to the left of the “hockey area” was empty and unlit. Sokol leaned his hockey stick against the wall and made his way over to Jacket. He clapped a hand down on the man’s shoulder.

“Dallas brought food, everyone is upstairs, eating. I told them I would wait for you to wake up so we can eat together.” He smiled.

Jacket felt a tug on the skin around his mouth. Is this smiling? He never really knew. The blonde gently nodded. Sokol beamed and took the Sociopath’s hand and eagerly led him up the stairs, his tennis shoes barely thumping against the stairs. The sound of socializing heisters grew steadily louder and clearer.

“AW, ya shoulda SEEN ‘im! Jacket’s a beast, mate, I’m tellin’ ya!” Jimmy gestured wildly with his fork as he spoke. “Took down like, eight dozers by ‘imself! Ran off and just kept goin’ and goin’!”

“Where’d ya even find ‘im, Rust?” Sydney looked at the older man. He sat, almost hunched over, eating out of a takeout box.

“Stairs outside of the library.”

“Wait, the big one? Downtown?”

Rust nodded.

“Christ, that’s like four miles from where you guys were!” *Sydney gawked in amazement.*

“Still had a bag of coke on him, too.” Rust grumbled. “He fuckin ran off and slaughtered three quarters of the police force just to clock out on some stairs.”

“Jeez.” Jimmy sighed happily.

Wick looked up from his drink and elbowed Rust’s shoulder. “Look who climbed outta bed.”

The biker looked up from his food and locked eyes with Jacket. His face didn’t show it, but his eyes twinkled with….relief? Almost…excitement, even.

“Speak o’ the devil! There’s the man o’ the hour!” Jimmy beamed. “Cmon! There’s plenty of food still left!”

Sokol led Jacket past the group and to the kitchen. The main five stood together, exchanging quiet stories and witty remarks. Hoxton turned to the newcomers.

“Christ, you look like hell.” He scoffed, earning a firm bat on the shoulder from Houston, who set down his water bottle on the counter and approached the pair.

“You alright? You look pretty banged up, dyou need anything?” He spoke gently. Jacket shook his head.

“Just food.” Sokol piped up. Houston immediately got to work, separating two takeout boxes from the rest and quickly scribbling their names on them with a Sharpie. He handed the two their meals.

“Let me know if you guys need anything.” He smiled kindly before getting back to the group.

“Oh, hey, Jacket.”

Jacket locked eyes with the unstated Leader of the Payday Gang.

“Good job out there. You did great today.” Dallas gave him a thumbs up. The blonde responded with a simple nod and followed Sokol out to join his friends.

“Why do you ever tell us that?”

“Piss off, Jim.”

SOME MORE

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

Both of us have seen this before (as seen in my incessant ranting abt a payday au) but regardless it remains a fantastic movie. I am here for Enoch and his weird fucking necromancy. Makes me wanna read the books.

Get Out

It was my partner’s first time seeing this movie; I had seen it when it first came out, and my opinion stays the same; Get Out is one of my favourite unsettling movies purely because of how good the actors are at selling it. Freaks me out <3

Lucy

AAAAAA WHERE DO I START. Oh. Oh my fucking. Oh. Graphic surgery/medical scenes freak me out to no end but it was such a cool ass movie. My stomach hurt the whole time so there’s that. Beautiful visuals and metaphors.

Lightyear

Lightyear managed to do something no other movie has done. It genuinely made me forget that it wasn’t a live-action movie. Not because of the style, the animation is very obviously cartoon-y and stylized, but it’s done like a live-action sci-fi action movie. It made me think a lot about movies like Interstellar and Martian purely because of some of the shots.

More to come :)

General Opinions on Movies me and my partner marathoned recently written before the melatonin wins

Planet of the Apes trilogy

LOVED THEM. SO MUCH. I care a lot about Caesar and Maurice so the end of the third movie really had me in tears. So good.

Jurassic World Movies

Pretty alright, docked some points because of real world opinions of Crisp Rat, but I am HERE for Blue and the T-Rex. The Indominus Rex was, imo, a really cool dino. Fed my childhood love of scaley boys.

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish

YES KING ITS WHAT HE DESERVES. So happy to see Kitty again and Harvey Guillén did a great job. 10/10 will watch again.

The Golden Compass

Lost to the mf ages. I had a preview for this movie on a dvd I had as a kid, and only now got to watch it. So sad there wasn't a sequel.

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

YES. YES. YES. EVERYTHING I WANTED IT TO BE.

All of the Michael Bay Transformers movies

Ugh took us so long to get through cause each movie is a little over 2.5 hours but we made it! I watched the first one as a kid (as well as read some of the comics) and Ive always loved Bumblebee. I loved all of the movies. LOVED HOUND he was my childhood second favourite. Im a little sad that Arcee didn't get nearly as much of a part as she deserves but I'll live. I'm more partial towards Sam Witwicky but Cade Yeager is alright. Hes cool.

Transformers: the Movie (1986)

Partner's childhood favourite so naturally we had to. Was really good! Reminded me of why I love 80's cartoons so much, it was a huge nostalgia trip and got me wanting to watch all of my childhood shows and movies (X-Men, TMNT '87, Rainbow Brite, etc.). I will always love the style and the way they did the backgrounds. As for the movie itself, I got my fill of Arcee, and I'm happy with the experience. Will watch again.

Bayverse TMNT movies.

YES FINALLY. Ive had these on my watch list for. A WHILE. I loved them, loved Mikey and Donnie specifically. Not my favourite iteration of Casey but he was fine. Overall p good, happy to see Bebop and Rocksteady. I think they should've used '87 Krang's voice in the second movie but he's squeaky and kind of annoying so I get it. Reminds me to watch ROTTMNT.

Dinosaur

Literally didnt even know this was a Disney movie but was fantastic. Beautiful animation despite being old. Loved it.

Hook

*Points at Rufio* its him officer. Its the homestuck flashback. Despite the fact that I had to explain why Rufio cause me to uncontrollably laugh to my partner, was a really good movie. Hook and Peter were both played by amazing guys.

I'll add any if I missed them, and I'll reblog with our next batch. :)

Me going thru blighttown fr

Happy Homestuck day fellas

Love seeing people like a bunch of my payday posts. Look whose scrollin through the tag. Love you.

I love tumblr we have exclusive holidays like Suez Canal Blockage Anniversary and the Assassination of One Julius Caesar its fantastic

YKNOW WHAT FUCK IT. I'm showing up to school in cosplay. Tomorrow its gonna be Balthazar from Sorcerers Apprentice but friday.

Guys.

Guys the thermal dri ll go get it.

- Nori, who's contemplating changing its name for the fifty-fifth time since it started transitioning. Will it be Bain? Fuck around and find out.