"Sometimes I find myself just thinking about things. I feel I have done a lot for Gensokyo but I also realize ... with a human lifespan I'll only be here for so long."
"Do you think that friendship and the bonds we share with people last beyond us? When I'm old and grey will Remilia still be my friend?"
"Three hundred years from now, will Remilia, Sakuya, Youmu, Reisen, all the others ... still look back on the incidents we've solved and the banquets we've had together and smile?"
"I'm already in my thirties now. Do they, who've known me for most of my life, look upon me and think my how old you've become?"
"Will I be their eternal shrine maiden or just grains in the hourglass of time."
"I guess that's just the risk of friendship with immortals. Isn't it, eleventh maiden."
With a gentle hand she finished cleaning the gravestone. It is then that she lights incense and starts to pray.
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Happy birthday Dominique 🌹
I have no new art for her so take my Domi cosplay pictures instead 🫡
📸 photos taken by xn0thing_but_a_mere_illusi0nx on Instagram🤌🏻
The one down there is my personal favourite tbh ✌🏻
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Jeanette Winterson, from Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
[Text ID: “I was stalking love, trapping love, losing love, longing for love…”]
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One thing that makes detransitioners inheritly dangerous to trans people is that we are the proof wishing to have a beard, be called son, having dysphoria (things usually called "feeling like a man") is not proof that you have something inside you called gender that will torture you until you obey it
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Alice's House
She'd drifted from the mansion back toward the forest of magic. Now that she had opened the sluice the memories of the past had come flooding all around her head.
"Then not long after we met came the coldest winter in Gensokyo's history. It chilled me to the bone and spring just refused to come. I thought that something must have been wrong, so did Marisa. Even Remilia had noticed. She sent Sakuya to investigate, it was the first time they'd decided to help us in protecting Gensokyo. I was quite upset at the time but it was the start of something wonderful. Of course Sakuya said we were slowing her down and ditched us."
How funny. It was the end of winter then but the start of summer now. She'd never seen the path from the mansion to the forest in this season before. It was beautiful to see the trees in full bloom. Though, in truth, she herself had a preference for how they looked after Shizuha finished with them.
From her path in the air she caught sight of something that really seemed out of place amid the cherry blossoms and persimmon trees. A western style house. Oh yes, that's right, she'd come here during that time too.
"Marisa and I had dealt with Letty and the cat but turned up nothing. We were rushing back to her home to make a plan when we crossed through here and came across Alice. I'd known her for a long time, since a little before she moved to stay with us in Gensokyo, but she was always more Marisa's friend than mine. Really I didn't have many friends for most of my childhood. Except for Genji and Miss Ruukoto.
I guess she was still mad about our very first meeting and had made some sort of magical breakthrough so she wanted to test it against me. I was actually a little worried that Marisa would take her side but she had my back. Always does. Alice really gave it her all that fight. I didn't like her much at that time and she didn't like me, but I'm glad we've been able to become friends. Her knowledge has been really helpful in learning a lot more about myself."
It seemed that she was really traveling down memory lane now. There was no point to fighting it. She may as well keep going. The only question was where to go next.
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I was very often full of rage and despair. I was always lonely. In spite of all that I was and am in love with life… I made up stories and forgot about the cold and the dark. I know these are ways of surviving, but maybe a refusal, any refusal, to be broken lets in enough light and air to keep believing in the world – the dream of escape.
Jeanette Winterson, from Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
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Marlon Brando huh? Took some inspiration from Val Kilmer's real life obsession with him?
*controversial opinion, Val sometimes pings my gaydar. low-key would not be surprised he's fooled around with a guy at least once. unlike TC who despite the rumors has never once pinged my gaydar.
i actually did not know Val was obsessed with Brando. Whoa. i try to know as little about actors’ personal lives as possible because they are usually disappointing and cringe. pretty much the only thing i really know for sure about val’s/tc’s personal life is that they both independently fucked Cher (?)
the brando things been in my head since day one no joke—this was one of the first scenes i wrote of the fic, it actually predates ice’s mega-repression & me finding a solid writing style for ice so it’s written fucking weird as shit for no real reason
in the right lighting and minus some masculine jawbone i feel like tc does kinda look like brando a little maybe?
100% there with you re: tc/val on the gaydar. 100% agreed. Val’s too weird to be 100% straight
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