comphey:

theblackknightofworcestershire:

thestuffedalligator:

Rewatching Truman Show for the first time in a long time, and the detail that’s stuck with me this time is the set design.

The characters drive modern cars and hock modern products, but it’s all presented with a veneer of 1950s wholesome applecheeked Americana. Truman’s life is presented as an escape for the audience from the drudgery of the modern day, and the aesthetic they’ve chosen for this is the post-war economic boom. This is the simple time, the movie says. This is the good time. Doesn’t the modern day suck? Let’s go back and see our friends from the days when life was good.

And it’s a lie. Truman’s life is a lie, and the image of white picket fenced suburbia they’ve presented is a lie. It’s an elaborate construction to recreate a false memory that’s comfortable for advertisers. The movie is a satire, but it’s also a very blatant statement against the nostalgia for a golden age which never existed. It’s a lie. It doesn’t exist.

I don’t know. I’m spitballing. I’m biased because I despise mid-20th century Americana and I naturally treat it with hostility, but it’s very gratifying to see a movie kind of agree with me.

Let me tell you a story.

Earlier in the summer, I went to Florida with my friend. We decided to visit a town nearish to where we were staying called Seaside, as we had heard it was a cute place. What I did not know at the time was that Seaside is the place where they filmed The Truman Show. It was a “master-planned community,” constructed in the 80s to be the perfect beach town.

Seaside, FL

Seahaven

And yes, it really does look Like That. Not just in their tourist-agency photos, in real life it looks like that. Arguably the irl Seaside is even prettier than movie Seahaven, because the the office buildings where Truman works don’t exist; the town is 100% cutesy homes and little shops.

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devildomwriter:

Reacting to Your First Sonogram: Simeon

You looked around the light blue waiting room. The walls looked freshly painted and inside the small room were three other women, only one with a partner. They were all here for some fertility reason or another. But you were there because you already knew what was going on. You were pregnant and it was Simeon’s.

Everyone knew just by looking at the two of you what was going on and how you felt about it because beside you Simeon sat smiling brightly, squeezing your hand with intertwined fingers. He held the strap of a bag next to him.

He’d packed a bag as if you were there to give birth not to get a sonogram.

He’d already had you evaluated by a few of his celestial friends but he wanted you to be able to experience a more traditional pregnancy, hoping it would help avoid any stress of all the unknown about carrying an angel’s child.

All you knew about half-angel children you’d read in the Bible. The Bible described them as nephilim or giants, they were large, hard to kill, and had such ravenous appetites they’d eat other humans. Supposedly they were also one of the reasons for the flood—to wipe them out.

That hadn’t entirely worked because you were still here despite your angel DNA.

Simeon had found your research on the matter and quickly assured you since your child was allowed to be conceived and carried, that the Bible wasn’t a good reference for what they’d become. What that meant is you truly knew absolutely nothing about angel children.

You knew Simeon wanted things to feel normal, but you worried about what a nurse would say if the sonogram registered the child as being different—as it was.

The door latch clicked and a nurse dressed in teal entered the room and called yours’ and Simeon’s names.

Simeon got to his feet, smiling brightly. He tugged your hand slightly and you stood up slowly—your back was already giving you issues somehow—and followed him as he trailed after the nurse.

The nurse got you situated in the room and stepped out for a few minutes so you could change into the paper gown.

“It’s made of paper?” Simeon asked trying to determine how the paper in his hands was supposed to be a gown.

“Not always, I guess I get paper.”

Simeon continued to eye the gown disapprovingly.

“I know that this sonogram is mildly invasive but I don’t see why you should wear something that exposes you completely.”

You agreed and the nurse came back in when Simeon stepped out to ask for an exception. You were told it wasn’t necessary just easier and decided to forgo the paper outfit.

Simeon blushed as he tucked the paper gown away.

“What’s wrong, Simmy?”

He blushed again at the nickname and awkwardly confessed “I just felt it showed a little too much. I know the kind woman is a professional doctor but she’s only checking your womb, not the rest of your body.”

You laughed as you thought he was acting cutely. You gestured for him to come closer and hugged him tightly as the doctor walked in and introduced herself.

She didn’t question why you didn’t have a gown on and just instructed you to lie back.

Simeon squeezed your hand and sat next to you as the doctor began explaining the process to you and lifted your shirt up to apply the gel.

“How far along?” She asked and Simeon beamed and answered excitedly.

“Almost seven weeks.”

Simeon did his best to appear calm and collected as he always did but you could tell he was doing cartwheels on the inside.

The two of you had been blessed for your union and procreation to be allowed by the celestial realm—thus allowing Simeon to stay an angel—and now you were getting to experience starting a family.

As an angel, Simeon always saw this as unneeded and out of reach as angels didn’t need to procreate and fall in love, but when that fell through thanks to you, he began to dream of a family and it was finally coming true.

The woman smiled and directed your attention to the screen, pointing at a faint flicker.

“That’s the heartbeat,” she announced.

She shifted the transducer to get a better image of it.

You looked at Simeon and saw his eyes watering. He held your hand now with both of his and raised it to his lips to kiss.

The doctor left the room, the picture of the baby frozen on the monitor.

“Our child….” Simeon said in awe. You were so happy to see his excitement, that the picture of the baby wasn’t what you were staring at, it was his angelic grin.

“You know…as an angel I should know better than anyone and yet…I never knew…not until now,” he said slowly, eyes transfixed on the picture of his child, “just how truly precious the miracle of life is…it really is just that…a miracle…isn’t it?” He looked at you and you nodded, smiling.

You still hadn’t a single clue how birthing and raising an angel would go, but you knew you’d be in good hands no matter what. After all, with an angel as both your partner and child’s father, life was heavenly.

devildomwriter:

Reacting to Your First Sonogram: Solomon

You were a nervous wreck in the waiting room, and Solomon couldn’t stop laughing at you as you were completely unable to sit still in the cushioned seat.

He held your hand to try and calm you down, but you were visibly sweating and started to fan yourself with the gossip magazines on the table.

When your pregnancy test came back positive, Solomon, being the “wise” one, knew all the appointments he needed to book, and you certainly hadn’t expected the first one to be so soon.

You only just found out, and now you were in the waiting room of the building where you’d see your baby for the first time.

Thankfully no one else was in the waiting room, or you’d have made a fool of yourself.

Solomon gave up trying to get you to sit still, so he started reading an outdated gossip column about the British Royals.

You looked around the room at the center table for kids with the beads you could push around, and as some form of comfort, you sat on the floor and started to play with it. Solomon gave you a curious and mildly concerned look before sitting down with you and joining you in the childlike fun.

Just then, the door opened, and Solomon stood up fast enough to not be caught playing with the children’s table.

Your face turned red, and you glared at Solomon. He laughed at your expression and helped you to your feet.

He gave you some hand sanitizer and followed the nurse into a long white-tiled hallway with colorfully painted walls.

In the other rooms with doors slightly ajar, you noticed other women with bellies somewhat larger than yours and became nervous at the idea in a few months’ time; you’d be in the same state.

You wanted to go through with the pregnancy, but you were still very emotionally confused about suddenly being thrown into this situation without prior planning.

He noticed how on edge you seemed and squeezed your hand.

The nurse led you into their only available room and went over the paperwork with you, confirming everything was correct.

They told you where to sit and handed you a gown to change into before leaving.

Solomon leaned against the door to stop any sudden visitors and watched you intensely as you changed out of your shirt and into the flimsy gown.

“Solly, can you help me tie the strings?” You asked him, and he chuckled and nodded.

After observing some of the charts on the wall in awkward silence, the doctor finally arrived.

Solomon greeted the doctor and sat in the seat by your bedside, holding your hand to comfort you.

“How far along?” The doctor asked, and you looked at Solomon, who’d probably know the answer as he always did.

“About six weeks,” he informed, and you nodded along.

The doctor went over some basic facts with you about what the baby was like at six weeks, and further explained how the sonogram would work.

Solomon laughed when you let out an embarrassing “eep” at the cold object over your belly. The doctor laughed too and apologized as he moved the transducer around, looking for the baby’s heartbeat.

Suddenly you became nervous; there might not be one and squeezed Solomon’s hand tighter until finally, you could see it on the screen.

The doctor smiled and pointed it out to you, but you’d already noticed, and you couldn’t take your eyes away from it until you felt Solomon’s grip tighten immensely.

You looked at him worriedly, but his expression was that of awe.

He knew everything he could need to know about children and pregnancy but actually witnessing the tiny movements of a being he in part created was somehow unfathomable.

The doctor offered to record the screen for you, and you and Solomon simultaneously asked that he do so immediately.

He motioned to Solomon and let him hold the transducer, which you weren’t sure was usually allowed, but Solomon was very happy about it.

Solomon looked at you, love in his eyes as he held the transducer over your belly, and he couldn’t help but laugh a little at the joy he was experiencing.

“This is incredible,” he praised, and you beamed excitedly. Solomon hadn’t shown much enthusiasm in the beginning for this but looking at his expression now; you knew he was ready for this and overjoyed to be doing it with you.

devildomwriter:

Obey Me As Dads Masterlist

Drabbles

Your First sonogram

Lucifer • Mammon • Leviathan • Satan • Asmodeus • Beelzebub • Belphegor • Solomon • Simeon • Raphael • Mephistopheles • Barbatos • Diavolo

Shopping for baby clothes

Lucifer • Mammon • Leviathan • Satan • Asmodeus • Beelzebub • Belphegor • Solomon • Simeon • Barbatos • Diavolo

Headcanons

Coming soon….

As Dads Gifs

Brothers: 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5

Boys: 1 • 2 • 3 • 4

As Dad Texts

Brothers: 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5

Boys: 1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5

Other

Valentines Their Kids Made Them

@melrinneon read up 👀

dicetheroll:

heartscrypt:

OH MY GOD WAIT I NEED TO TELL THE PEOPLE. ok so. you know how magicam is the twst version of instagram. i dreamt about the twst version of tinder.

it’s called cinder (like cinderella) and its tagline is “find your prince before the clock strikes twelve”. its gimmick is that when you make a match with a person you have 24 hours to talk with them. if you like them, get their contact information before time runs out. because otherwise you’re never fucking seeing them on the app again IT BLOCKS THE OTHER’S PROFILE. this is where capitalism comes in though. through a paid subscription, once per day, you can “leave a glass slipper” on a match’s profile. it functions as a bookmark and keeps your conversation open for another 24 hrs. after the time is up you can keep the glass slipper there to extend more time or remove it to leave it on someone else’s

GIVE ME A SECOND

ayo look who i found on cinder

edit: @heartscrypt I MADE AN ADDITION

@melrinneon

mimi-ya:

rrandomtthings:

How could u be a one piece fan and be transphobic 😭 Luffy would hate u !!!!

literally anti nakama behavior, you’d never be a strawhat

everythingfox:

crumch

zvezdacito:

Maybe this is a reach but…

Do you think the exaggerated shadows and lighting in Silver and Malleus’s dorm cards respectively was intentional stylization to make some chunks of their hair resemble and parallel each other’s hair color

Cause I don’t think that shade would naturally make certain parts of Silver’s hair colored way darker than the other parts it’s been bothering me since the Silver groovy dropped. Especially with black shading of all colors

Though now that Malleus’s dorm card is kind of doing the same thing with making Malleus’s hair purplish white specifically in lighting, maybe it was purposeful hinting after all? Since their poses are also kind of mirroring each other’s

italoniponic:

very well, I finished writing a angst fic with Falena [like I told here] and the whole premise it’s that Falena is having these horrible nightmares lately that will slowly develop into a Mufasa-style death + Leona’s betrayal dream. but now…

dear readers, do you prefer the ending to be…

sad, heartbreaking, pure angst as it already is

hurt/comfort ft. Maisha (my twst!Sarabi), so it will end a bit… better

a more hopeful ending between the brothers

See Results

As of right now, the hooeful ending is at 64% while the hurt/comfort is currently at 16% which leaves the angst option at 20%

Hope this helps

what-the-stories-have-foretold:

8th Day: It’s Cold, Baby, Let Me In

Navi

Obi x gn!reader, Gojō x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Advent Calender

Wordcount: about 200-300 each

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animusicnerd:

Every time I read another fantasy book with faeries, I die a little inside and not in a good way.

Anyway, let’s talk about some faery lore I found and probably will incorporate into my Lilia story out of spite and because I like it and wanna see it more.

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Some things I’ve read is that you can’t say thank you as that puts you in their debt as well as don’t pay back more than what you borrowed as that will translate into an insult. Idk if you want these, but I felt like sharing them would be good for anyone reading this. There’s probably more but nothing that’s coming to mind rn

akechisu1:

ventique18:

Malleus when he finds out you went to Sunset Savana but won’t come to Briar Valley when he invited you to during winter holiday, Halloween, and his birthday: