#its simple

[fromhersoul]

[nerdycolorcupcake]

This is the only time I'll say this

Blocking haters on charlastor tag is self care 👏👏👏👏

and sadly some nice people i know still prefer to defend the ship by engaging with braindeads that are shitting on it rather than just block their sorry ass and move on

DON'T give them the privilege of knowing that what they say piss you off because they'll keep doing it

It's a pointless fight where you'll lose

Ignore them is the best you can do for yourself

Keep enjoying the ship, draw, write or read stuff abt it

You'll have way less stress and if you're feeling like fighting them just dip the net for a while before comming back and block them

If you keep engaging with every hater, even if they're using the tag to mock the ship, you're only giving them reason to keep hating, the attention through hatred is all they're after

They don't really give two shits abt the show like you do

Just food for thought

[asocial-skye]

I'm going to be a heretic and say that the Jedi's problem wasn't that they were involved the Senate, it was that they weren't involved enough in the Senate. The Jedi should have moved out to the Unknown Regions if they didn't want to deal with the responsibilities of the Republic. They should have involved in politics by voting for leaders, running for election and utilizing their representation to push for their interests and agenda.

"but they didn't want to be involved-" look here people, you do not choose to get involved in politics. Politics involves everyone; you have a choice to play or not play. There is no option to opt out. By not playing, you forfeit the game to your opponents, and you lose before you begin.

That's how Palpatine wins. He sets the game, and the Jedi forfeit; they were doomed to lose from the start.

[shadow0-1]

Shadow Company sanctioned lacrosse game

[army-in-the-stars]

Park Seo Joon x Noice

[deathfavor]

@yeonban said: “  you don’t have to deal with this alone.  ” shalnark states, finally chancing on chrollo's spot after purposefully searching for him, well aware of the other's habits. the death of a leg always leaves a bitter taste in the spider's mouth, but the death of one of the original members cannot compare to what they've become used to over the years. the sixth leg steps closer then, glancing at the leader's face to assess the situation, and decides to sit down next to him. shalnark looks off into the distance instead of at the other however, allowing the head some privacy while offering his company and support through a hand gently raised to pat twice, then rest on chrollo's back. “  it’s okay if you need to cry. it’s just me. let it out.  ” (tbh this can go for uvo's or paku's death or even both, so it's up to u which they're talking about!)

The head can be elusive to find at the best of times when not summoning a meeting, but if Chrollo truly wished to disappear from the world or those who might seek him out, he would not be found. ( After all, his full abilities were a secret to all sans himself - not out of lack of trust but mainly lack of inquiry and its everchanging nature. ) He doesn't turn his gaze away from where he sits on the rooftop, overlooking the oncoming clouds with an inscrutable expression. The wind has begun to pick up, and Chrollo's appearance falls half between that of the phantom troupe leader, and half that of Chrollo the enigma. Some of it is remains slicked back, but it has loosened to something more relaxed, black wisps fluttering free in the increasing wind. It is hard to say whether it is grief that darkens his eyes, or merely the fading of light when clouds reach out. ( And yet, those things are not so different. For grief to thrive, light must retreat. )

They sit in silence, and were it not for the small breaths and occasional blinks, they might be mistaken for limestone statues carved for the ancient building. His lips quiver almost imperceptivity when he feels the pat against his shoulders. The words had not made a wound, but the act of a gentle touch makes something quiver in his chest. Like glass, he feels hard to scratch with words yet the touch feels like it could shatter him in its care. Shalnark's hand lingers, painful in its warmth as it rests against him.

You don't have to deal with this alone and It's just me. But there's nothing just about it.

Finally Chrollo leans to the side and tears his eyes away so his forehead can rest against Shalnark's shoulder. For a moment, he does nothing. He says nothing. And then there's a silent tremble under Shalnark's touch, a shake of shoulders and stutter of breath that catches in his throat. " I know. " Chrollo admits, a quiet rooftop admission that he makes to the only one whose found him. He knows that even as the head, the troupe would understand. If it were himself, he would not weep. But for those dear that were lost.

The worst part is none of them know where one leg has fallen.

Chrollo has missed both deaths. Even if one had been unnecessary, acting against expectation, the loss is painful all the same. In the end, it had been a task for the legs to make - not the head when it was snared.

Quietly, a sob eases out from where it has sat trapped in his chest for far too long. Death was something they all knew could and would one day come for them. That knowledge did not make loss any easier when it struck. Especially when it was the originals, when it was someone who had known him long before Chrollo had become the man he was today. He weeps, for himself and for others like Jesus for Lazarus, quiet and pained. The spider will have to move forward as it always does, but Chrollo never forgets those who have fallen - and for that they will always remain a part of the Troupe. That is not a death they shall face - there wil be no death of memory so long as they breathe.

He does not keep track of the time that is lost to the grief. It is not terribly long for the rain has yet to reach them. But it is long enough. Chrollo lets his eyes rest for a minute longer as he recomposes himself. " Thank you, Shalnark. " His voice is stronger now despite the rough edge that crying had given it. He lifts his head off his shoulder, grey eyes lighter than before when he gives a thin smile as delicate yet sturdy as a thread of spidersilk. He turns his head a bit after a moment. " I think I needed to hear that. " Even if Chrollo had already known that truth, the simple act of sharing the moment let doors unlock that had before stayed sealed.

[violettduchess]

Me over here, side-eying the bullshit, deleting nasty anons, editing my Silvio fic:

[memes-saved-me]

The sharp thorns of the rose he held between his fingers reminded him of the world which had shown him no pity, no mercy but only fear and loathing. Yet, as he gazed at the soft petals of the flower he thought of Steven's touch, of his gentle hands caressing his. The world was cruel and cut deep just as the thorns would if they caught him off guard but he had found someone worth the risk of such a thing, he had found his angel who would save him from his solitude.

AO3 - The Phantom of The Opera AU

[night-unfurls-its-splendour]

Erik: Christine, you must love me!

Christine: How can you say that to me? To me, who sings only for you!

Raoul:

[caxycreations]

I discovered a typewriter simulating website and the first thing I did was be weird and dark

[wannabevictim]

gf who gives you a treat everytime you do good in a game

[glitchysquidd]

*holds microphone up to you* How do you balance creating awesome stuff and being awesome?

i simply consume.

[itsyaboi-ray]

I’ll welcome any twitter refugees as long as you don’t bring any of your fucking discourse with you. This blog is radically inclusive and as long as youre not starting shit and harassing people minding their own business, I’ll gladly chill with you and reblog funny memes for you

[trash-nerd]

so its been well over 5 years since i wrote any kind of smut and well

just cranked out nearly 4500 words of it

[eomcheong-keun-megi]

CAN WE LIVE ?