#I AM. COPING

[dumptruckofanass]

carpenter ruffling faulkner's hair. please please please please

[llondonfog]

"when is a monster not a monster? oh, when you love it. oh, when you used to sing it to sleep."

in the distance, a child cries, monstrously plaintive and woefully alone.

its clarion calls scrape across your ears with all the thoughtfulness of a dull blade, and you dig your fingers ever tighter against your scalp, helpless to interfere with this cruel unfolding of events.

oh, but how you wish.

how you wish to leap forward, to press your fingers over that wicked little mouth and silence its wails, to weep in agonized despair yourself as you bend over babe and basket— be quiet, please! do not make a sound, do not lure him in! do not entrap him with the knowledge of your existence, do not stir feelings in his grieving heart that you could never deserve!

(because you do not deserve the midnight promise of his love, steadfast and true; you do not deserve the fond crinkle of his eyes as he laughs at the stories you will tell, the rare betrayal of his age; you do not deserve the hand warm upon your head, the blinding light of that smile that outshines the sun—

you do not deserve him. you can never, will never be worthy of him.)

your wordless pleas go unanswered, the child continues its siren screeching—

and he arrives.

you watch in breathless horror as he approaches the cradle, scoops you up despite your pitisome whimpering and wailing. you have never hated, but in this moment, something flares ugly in your veins, vicious and raw like a wounded animal.

you have no right to cry. you have no idea what true misery means. how dare you make him soothe your tears with hands that have been forced to part with the ones he loved most, how dare you make him comfort the enemy's son?

he cradles you in his arms, and you are seized with the violent urge to lunge forward, to snatch the bundle of cloth from his arms and dash it to the floor— to free him of the monster he welcomes into his home before the petal-soft teeth of love can sink so very deep into his heart. to free him of yourself and the burdens you will carry.

but you cannot. for this is a memory, the figment of a dream, and you are as useless here as you are in reality— merely a reminder of all that had been lost and would never return. your father croons a melody soft and sweet as he caresses claws gentle through your hair, a blessing at the tip of each finger like starlight, and you collapse unseen at his feet, weeping.

has he not suffered enough? must you take his heart from him too, devour it in all of your inherited, human greed?

(truly, you are, and have always been, your father's son.)

[hyperfixated-homo]

day 28, bilingual. idk man, im tired and he's a homosexual. what more do you want from me

[tanjir0se]

Cant wait for Genya to grow up and be so so big and wind up much taller than Sanemi which endlessly pisses Sanemi off can’t wait for Genya to grow up peaceful and devout like Himejima but sarcastic and playful like his brother and unwaveringly sweet like his mother. Cant wait for Genya to grow up to be the man he never saw modeled to him as a kid 😍🥰😇

[scarabeeart]

WHO ARE YOU, REALLY?

[freshvanillapng]

in which Toli Tauros, entertainer extraordinaire, foreshadows their own death.

ALT. descriptions: Panel 1 - A sketch of a 6'4 paladin clutching a piece of paper in his hand, other hand shaking that of the bard opposite him. Their white marble hands clasp his own with a concerned expression. Below reads "If we succeed…"

Panel 2 - The death of the paladin's brother. A man in armour disintegrates for his right arm as a red glowing sword protrudes from his abdomen. It is the sword of his brother. Below reads "you'll still have to live with the knowledge..."

Panel 3 - The dead body of the bard, Toli. A huge slash to their abdomen bleeds red blood with hints of green as they lay crumpled on the floor. Text reads "of what your victory cost."

[greenfungy]

I’m sorry too.

[gongyussy]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[nonebinary-leftbeef]

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

[maiumeni]

[levil0vesyou]

[twomoreseconds]

I don’t think we talk enough about the fact that the blanket Jayce gives Viktor when he wakes up is quite literally Jayces blanket. They would have no reason to keep a blanket in their lab. The only reason (in my opinion) for there being a blanket is because Jayce was sleeping there waiting for Viktor to wake up.

This leads to the only logical conclusion that Viktor despite breaking off their partnership still very deeply cares for and loves Jayce. As he wears the damn blanket for the rest of the whole show.

They are in love, a love that is deeper then our understanding of love. I rest my case.

[bugslaststraw]

You're the gasoline baby!!

[kiloude-city]

I am severely disappointed by venom 3's lack of "i love you"s. However, Eddie did look longingly at that married vegas couple after talking to Venom in a family van about how they would love to live together forever.

[katsinspats]

Tragic: Guy you based your entire villain backstory on doesn't even remember you

[chibigaia-art]

desire