#my take on it anyway

[duckdotcom]

potentially controversial take but imo there really can be so much hope in the world

[underagetigerdrinker]

The fact everyone keeps trying to pit Katya and Goncharov against each other, make them both out to be terrible partners is beyond me. Katya isn't a terrible wife to Goncharov because she pines after Sofia. Goncharov isn't a terrible husband because he pines after Andrey.

They both are great people in terrible circumstances and are simply just not meant for each other. Will we ever know if Andrey and Goncharov or Sofia and Katya will have been beautiful together? Of course not. The potential of their love stories died with them, or maybe it never existed at all and was merely reflection.

Sure, we can label Goncharov and Katya's love as comphet. Two people who felt extreme platonic love for each other and thought that it meant they were romantically involved. But what if it's not that at all? What if they both were bi/pan and they simply just didn't know what romantic love was at all, regardless of comphet. They pined after Sofia+Andrey, not because they were in love with them, but because they saw in them what they were always incapable of: the freedom to love themselves as they are.

Andrey was the part of Goncharov that could be loved. He saw himself in Andrey and fell in love with who he could have been. Whereas he saw himself in Katya as who he felt he really was: someone incapable of being loved.

Their irony was that they both were capable of being loved, of course. Katya and Goncharov didn't see it in each other, both staying in the relationship to prove their feelings as such; reassurance in their companionship as mutually unlovable beings.

The story presents the irony that even when surrounded by love and seeing the parts of yourself reflected in others that you love, you can still hate yourself for those same reasons. If you cannot love yourself, even when others do, you will not prevail. And that is the greatest tragedy that befell them all.

[nonebinary-leftbeef]

DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.

It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.

[blackkatdraws2]

[⚠️The Amazing Digital Circus SPOILERS] This episode was interesting!

[bookshelfpassageway]

yknow i dont go here but sometimes i gotta go: seriously respect clowns. they have the worst pop culture representation in the world and also the best most thorough honor code. they're just here to be silly little guys who bring joy and are very conscientious about doing so responsibly. let them to their merriment in peace you dont hafta take potshots. i dont go here but like maybe i should, you all seem super chill

[curseofdelos]

sorry, I took all your boyfriend's memories and threw him into the wilderness near a child military camp. yeah he remembers you, but only vaguely, and he's going on a dangerous quest with two people he just met even though you told him in a dream vision to stay where he was so you could find him. also the camp wants to keep him forever and make him their new praetor. sorry.

[randomfandomss]

[ruporas]

trigunned the hades or hadesed the trigun (id in alt)

[blueskittlesart]

Open your eyes...

[draculings]

an incredibly sensitive instrument.

[soldrawss]

Watching and Dreaming doodles cause im 🥺🥰

[illufinch]

[punkitt-is-here]

you gotta believe her

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.