#it's cruel to expect this.

[is-this-really--life]

It can be so frustrating talking to other bisexuals that think their experiences are universal. It's like, I get it's tempting to want to think the rest of the world is like you but that they draw their lines arbitrarily and closet themselves as one thing. But that isn't true. There are actually a lot of people who are not capable of being attracted to one sex or the other.

The attraction you've experienced to women is the same as a lesbian's and yet you are still capable of being attracted to the male sex because that's who you are. That's your sexuality. Exclusively homosexual people do exist and you can't keep treating them like their sexuality isn't real and their boundaries don't matter. Not everyone is like you. If you "only see gender," not biological sex, when it comes to your attraction, so be it. But there are other types of people in the world. People who should have the right to not be attracted to the male form and to avoid penis in their sex lives, and be open about that, without being put under a microscope or put on trial because of it.

[idolomantises]

I'm ngl i kinda wish people wouldn't look at a character I create, see that they're mean, and then immediately assume by default they're actually super tragic and a sad woobie. And I'm not even saying this to be like "people need to appreciate 2-dimensional villains!" because I don't agree with those people either.

It's like if a character is a jerk, it either needs to be justified with a sad backstory, or they need to be a saturday morning cartoon villain. it can't just be a part of their personality.

[cozybells]

Take care.

[carma-tjol]

Show me your worst. I love it all the same.

As long as it's me. As long as it's you.

[gia-d]

Some of you seemed very concerned about poor Shadow in the teaser sketch I posted for the fic @not-freyja and I are currently planning.

Rest assured, Shadow isn't the only one who is going to suffer greatly in this story. ❤️

[critter-wizard]

ep 43 had me tearing up in a fucking shopping centre ‼️‼️

b+w alt version that I truly couldn't decide if I liked it more . Also I included a lot of thoughts in the tags but they're somewhat incoherent<3

[possamble]

rotating the idea of what kabru's party would be doing post-canon and it's like. i know that one kabru and laios comic establishes that rin sticks around and likes marcille enough to sit and be hanging out with her on the side

underrated how sweet that is. elves have been fucking horrible to rin her entire life and she's a self-taught mage that magic academy graduates look down on. you'd think that marcille is the Prime Example of things that she hates but like... we all know how that probably went down. marcille, a half-elf, fawning over how good she is at magic despite having to teach herself with no guidance, complimenting her hair, and rin going ????????? help

[fredoesque]

see the THING about goodsir and stanley is that goodsir may be way less inclined to act cruelly but he has a far greater capacity for it.

[lovesickeros]

☆ love; heretical and divine

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood {☆} word count 0.8k

To love a God is heretical. It is an act of blasphemy– it is to drag them down from their throne of hollow gold, to topple the pedestal the worshipers uphold on their shoulders like lambs at the herders heel. It is the act of forcing them to their knees and ripping that beating heart of glorious gold and beautiful, cruel divinity from their chest, so pure it burns.

To love a God is to make them sin. To make them painfully, horribly human.

To love a God is to sin.

The love of a worshiper is no love at all, brilliant in its raw purity, untainted by sin. It is fear and obedience masked by adoration so overpowering it corrupts. It makes the lamb so unquestioning in it's faith it will never question the knife that cuts, the teeth that rip, the claws that tear. If the Creator deemed them unworthy of the very life crafted by their hands, then they must have committed a sin so grave there lay no salvation for their horrid soul.

But she is no worshiper– her lips speak of heresy as easily as she breathes, her words nothing but lies, cold and cruel like the ice that crawls along her skin like webs.

She loves a God like a lover should.

A damned sinner reaching longingly for the heavens.

She loves a God in the subtle brush of their lips, their muffled voices behind closed doors as they indulge in curiosity untamed. She is a sinner through and through, but she feels herself fall further with every brush of her hand across their cheeks, every touch she bestows upon them like a lover. She memorizes the imperfections of their body like memorizing a map– every scar, every mark, every line drawn on their body like a canvas, her touch the brush that stains the pristine white.

No devoted lamb shall ever see the painting they create in these stolen moments– it is for the eyes of a heretic so vile it makes them shudder, their body dirtied by the love of a woman so vile even their divinity is obscured by the ice.

The lambs may be satisfied with fleeting glimpses of gold and empty words from lips that guide them to the jaws of the wolves, but she is not. Her hands crave them like a starving hound, aching to touch that imperfect skin hidden by the veil of gold that obscures the painfully human body beneath. She longs to free them from the golden cage that binds them– to see their wings blot out the sky, their divinity tainted by sin and making them all the more beautiful for it.

It is a longing that leaves a festering wound that cannot heal, will not heal. Even if it could, she would not let it.

For as much as she tries, deny it as she may, she is no better then the blind lambs following the herder who holds a blade in their hand, glittering like gold in the sun, stained by dull red.

She is a fool, and what a fool they make of her with the touch of their hands against her skin– so cold it leaves frost on their fingertips. Yet they do not fear the cold, mapping out every inch of her imperfections, carved into her body by her own hands.

She has always been a heretic, cursing the divine until she could speak no more, but if divinity can be found in them – in this love that consumes, that burns her hands and her lips – then she is a Saint, praying at the altar until her throat bled.

But in the end, she has and will always be a cold woman with hands stained with blood. Until it is all she can taste, until it is all she can smell, until it is all she can feel. These hands of hers, heretical and divine, will bleed the God from their veins– she will become the wolf to their lamb until the rivers of Teyvat run gold with their ichor, until the gold bleeds into red, the taste of their divinity on her tongue.

Until she drags a God from their lofty throne and makes of them a monster.

There is no greater triumph to the heretic then to love a God into sin. To make a God sin to love.

To love is to be human, and they are no God.

Even if she must tear the gold from their very being until all that's left is something human. Even if Teyvat crumbles and decays, even if it begins over and over again..

She will do it again and again, until the gold can bleed no longer. Until her sins grow too great for Teyvat to contain.

To love a God is to devour, and be devoured. An endless cycle of sin that dulls the glow of gold into something new– something horrifying and divine, in it's own right. Something just as horrid as her, just as divinely corrupted by the sins she carries on her shoulders like a trophy, as gold as the sun and as cold as ice.

Divinity, carved into something human by love all consuming, until it all bleeds away and they begin their dance anew, for as many cycles as it takes.

An eternity, if she must, of dooming this world of theirs to fire and decay for a glimpse of the being snared by their golden shackles.

[theshinysnivy1]

[kacievvbbbb]

God I'm getting real tired of Luther and Diego's arcs every season being just how pathetic can we make this man.

And don't get me wrong I love a pathetic man but come onnnnnn. How many times can we play the Diego is jealous of Five's cool job card. That was literally his arc in season 2.

How long are we going to blatantly dance around the fact that Luther's crippling need to be liked and to be noticed is actively ruining any chance he has of building a normal life and a normal relationship with his sibling before we actually do anything about it.

The point of character arcs is to grow not just to middle around the less overtly toxic parts. Sure they aren't at each other's throats anymore, doesn't mean they still aren't unhealthily dealing with the world if we would stop joking about it for one second.

[almondpiglet]

finally out of that god damn artblock, its time for serizawaaaaaaa

[pastelnightgale]

I think Dev should have his memories of the finale not necessarily because of the fairies but because of the frankly horrifying nature of his realizations regarding his dad.

[hannigramislife]

People will defend Dazai's relationship with Akutagawa as if they have some deep, galaxy brain understanding of Dazai's character and we're the dumb ones for going, "um, no, fuck that."

Like, I'm sorry, were your eyes closed to Dazai's words in the dungeon scene? Were you sleeping during the Moby Dick phone call? Conveniently deaf during his conversation with Hirotsu? Did you miss the manipulation in the Cannibalism arc, too? Did you think he called Akutagawa to the place where they first met because he was feeling fucking nostalgic???

Notice how I don't even have to reference the abuse in the Mafia to show that Dazai is the greatest fucking dick in this show???

[worstloki]

Another thing that makes Loki’s upset reasonable is that by Thor 1 Odin was already dying, and within the decade would die (as is mentioned, and as we see in the following Thor movies). If Odin ever planned on telling Loki about his origin why would he leave it till the literal end of his life. acting like he planned to tell Loki still makes it sound like he was waiting for his deathbed to do it. at best.

[akkivee]

rosho’s wondering how tf sasara still has copies of his key when he’s already confiscated 50 of them and sasara says he’s shooting for 100 keys confiscated, we gotta get rosho outta there