Klaus Hargreeves

Hozier and Will Wood are the same person in different fonts, not only within their song titles, but as well in the messages hidden behind those titles.

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man, re: immortal!klaus in the apocalypse five travels to, my brain whirs with ideas. like, five would genuinely just be a 13 year old kid, who found out that "hey, my whole FAMILY is dead, the whole WORLD is dead, and i haven't been here for any of it." and like, man. MAN. the angst! and klaus trying to be a good big brother!! the ghosts trying to be a good family, but still fighting and just oogh and its like, im just picturing five, spending this time with them all, stuck in the apocalypse for years and years, but he manages to find a solution faster this time because he's not alone. he's got his whole family helping him, supporting him, even though they're messy and dysfunctional and don't really know what they're doing either there is also just the straight up fact that klaus can actually contact the deceased of just. straight up professionals and theorists who can help five with the physics and spatial manipulation, etc, of it. and that also brings me into another thing of like, KLAUS DEVELOPMENT man has been scared of ghosts his whole life, but then ghosts are what helps him to survive. the thing that terrifies him is what nourishes him. (especially if, in this au, you assume that klaus has been living in the apocalypse for some time before five teleports in. which is... fucked up on its own. like man. MAN.)

I apologize for calling Macklemore cringe

Fandom is so different now and it’s becoming un-fun with how quickly shit moves.

I just want to enjoy things. I don’t want to have to play a game of Artist-Race that seems to be afoot lately.

Ya’ll eat up fandoms, leave artists and writers bone dry and then move on so fucking quickly then fucking wonder where all the Good Fandom Stuff is.

Idk Maybe cherish some things for longer. Reblog stuff. Interact with people. Comment and share.

Fandom is Capitalism now and I’m not being nuanced.

Today in niche genres of joke that I can never get enough of and will probably still be secretly thinking about four years later

it is november, and yesterday it felt like it was supposed to be snowing. in boston, november used a winter month, not a fall month. it is supposed to be chilly; rarely capping over 45F. it is a sweater-and-jacket month. it is a "maybe a scarf too" month. in my childhood, november meant blizzards and sleet.

it did not snow. tomorrow the weather predicts a high of 76.

i have spent so many years of my life studying the longterm possibilities of climate change - the culmination of capitalism wreaking havoc on the bodies of people, animals, plants - but every so often i am still shocked by something small and personal.

in a hundred years, when someone goes outside in boston - will they know the feeling of "snow in the air"?

i know it's a learned feeling, a sensation that maybe only longterm experience can teach. a few years ago, i was walking with my friend who had just moved up from the south. i said it smells like snow and she gave me this look like - what the fuck. i said it feels like snow too, which didn't help. she looked up to the bright blue sky and then back at me and then back at the sky. 12 hours later, we had 3 inches. you can just tell if it's going to snow.

except i can't tell, anymore. i stand outside in a tee shirt and watch my dog dance around a lake. we're in a drought and the skin of the water has peeled back twenty meters. the lake is tamed, quiet, puddlelike and sour. my pokemon go app warns there's a weather condition in my area.

my dog gets too hot from running and sits in the water and i want to laugh about his long frame and how awkwardly he sits - and i can't. some simian part of my brain is scratching the walls. it was supposed to snow. it was supposed to snow, but now it's warm instead.

during the last full solar eclipse, the dogs and the birds and the crickets went crazy under utter darkness. we laughed at them then, promising it will all be okay in a moment. but some part of me is still locked in that long night: some animal sensation.

something is wrong, my body says. i can't afford eggs or rent. i go outside to watch a sunset and listen to birdsong. i don't bring a jacket. allergies are killing me this season, allergies i didn't have as a kid. everyone comments that halloween has started to feel strange, offkilter. that it's hard having "holiday cheer." my body thinks it's april, and then it thinks we're in september, and then june.

something is terribly wrong, she whispers. go outside. it is supposed to be snowing.