#better safe than sorry..

[diiambee]

The middle portion of Love in paradise is great because not only is it catchy— the catchines catches you off guard to the very disturbing (in context) lyrics

It has the similar vibe to songs like the first few minutes of "Our love is God" from heathers or "You will still be mine" from waitress I think.. Love songs masking bad, potentially dark, intentions..

[suretkerim]

more doodles for @nocturn02 from “Phantom at Pride” by @tourettesdog on ao3 :D

[katsurolle]

just let it be me, okay?

[wilimia]

It's a great intro guys

[perrigoaway]

Redrew a comic I made a year ago. Been trying to improve my comic making 👍

[dead-end-drunk]

[buttercupshands]

if listening to some specific tracks make you draw Loop in canon artstyle then I'm all in

[zillychu]

forgor to post the. first doodles i did of them LMAO

[starsonablackboard]

something something two hats

[ilybigman]

i wonder how he used to cope before king's letter.

[amourningcrow]

the implication is driving me insane.

'when spite helps'

he doesn't do it on purpose. it's spite.

[inkskinned]

i'm still trying to piece together the truth of it. when you left, you said: feel free to spin this narrative however you want. i have no idea if you were being cruel or if you just genuinely don't remember what you've done to me.

it's hard because i'd done so much of the work for you. i had seen the parts that flaked off, the rust underneath. i started separating you into two people - the one i loved, and the one who hurt me. i had this fantasy version of you - my partner - and then i had this stranger, a third person who would show up randomly to shatter me. i am deliriously glad i'm no longer with "the stranger". i miss the gentle (unreal?) "other" you terribly.

at first, i was so strict about my boundaries. i remember telling you to get the fuck out of my house if you were going to talk to me like that. by the end: i would justify your behavior for you, accepting even your mistreatment as "my fault" in the grand scheme. i look back on the person i was before you - smart, independent, confident - and i feel a strange sense of detachment. i don't even recognize me.

even in one of our last conversations, you said: if you want a partner that always talks warmly to you, find someone else. there was a time that a comment like that would have made me leave. and instead, somehow, i just placidly accepted that kind of thing. you were literally telling me that i wasn't allowed to have a reaction to your cruelty - and i just took it, because you'd so fully turned things around on me.

when people are faced with irrationality, a rational brain tries to make sense of it. this is the trap. they're lovely in the morning, gentle and blue-eyed and sweet. like nothing even happened, they breeze around the house and kiss you on the mouth. but at night; who is that? they snap almost randomly; flying into an impotent rage about just-about-anything. it just doesn't make sense. so the problem must be me, and my brain, and how i think.

the traumatized brain just wants peace. so maybe i'm misremembering. maybe you were just having a bad day. maybe it's actually me.

you eventually would fully turn on me and start implying that i am the bad actor in our relationship. that's what happens, right? that's literally in the playbook. you went to therapy for all of a month, told her a half-truth, co-opted therapyspeak. you figured out how to reframe your actions as "seeking peace." any time i stood my ground, i was "gaslighting." when i asked you to be more gentle, you said i was "tone policing." you said, randomly, i had emotionally manipulated you - i still have no idea what that's even specifically referring to. maybe my consistent requests for calmness and empathy?

and while i literally know better, and i'm sitting here, trained by you, thinking: wait, fuck. was i actually the person you made me out to be?

and the thing that scares me is that i literally do not know if you ever actually saw what you were doing to me. when you'd tell me how you remember arguments, you'd always summarize them in a way where you come off as gentle and easy: "i was trying to set an important boundary." what had actually happened was 15 minutes of you shouting at me i know you did something shady, just admit it already. eventually you'd say my reaction to your shouting (when i finally reacted, which usually happened around hour three) was inevitably "disappointing" and "another way i'm silencing your feelings."

how many times did i ask you - beg you - to just take accountability? looking back, i don't think i ever heard you say: you're right. the way i talked to you was wrong of me.

i am trying to tie together the two people into a full version of you in my head. yes, you made my coffee and made me laugh and spent hours on the phone with me. and yes - you would scream at me until i had to run away and hide behind something.

i wish i did have a narrative i could pull out and shape to my whim. i wish i did have some semblance of reality. instead i just stand here, strange and vibrating, wondering: what the fuck just happened?

[linkeduniverse]

TotK Spoiler

[gojinka]

gyalvit please please please please fat dragon girl please please PLLLLLLEEAAASEEEEE

Featuring lynghiet

[iztea]

୨୧ The apple of my—

[weevmo]

Au where a semibot somehow 'befriends' the Huntsman by thieving and eventually returning his precious protective weaponry...