#OKAY. OKAY.

[glassofpumpkinjuice]

okay.

[thefawnfallacy]

I need a lot of you to lock the fuck in and realise that constant thievery of art (fanfiction included in this), harassment, bullying and the plethora of other shit you do to creatives who are just trying to freely and happily share their ideas and creativity with you is the reason that your fandoms are dying. You’re actively killing them and then have the nerve to, in the same breath, demand more and more of them. Fandom is about community, at the end of the day, and you’re all so consumed by your individualistic and capitalist views that you’re more like parasites than neighbours.

[anachronistic-falsehood]

WHAT DID THEY FUCKING DO TO HIM

[shitpostingkats]

Hi.

I am no longer the same person I was a few hours prior.

[neurotonic]

A Study in Red and Blue [AO3]

In which Dr. Prism finally has Agent Phoenix in her grasp, fully intending to examine their inhuman invulnerability before she lets her robots defeat her nemesis. To her chagrin, they both get...a little carried away in the process.

Mature Warning for makeouts, references to sex, and partial nudity.

Full drawing without the text below the cut because it is a bit more suggestive. BWEH

okay it's doneee ^_^ let me go in the back room and explode real quick

[butchdykekondraki]

do you think when heart shot mind, it was with love.?

do you think when heart shot mind, he didn't run away, but got closer? kneeled next to mind as if in vigil, leaned in to listen to every sound he made? was it as a lover or as the cat appreciates the struggling of its prey? do you think he took mind in his hands, careful not to deface (deface the pretty picture? deface the divinity of violence? an angel of his own making, driven to the tune of one god and one god only? a self sharpened blade?), pressed mind's body close to his? the warmth somehow truer when it was soon to leave?

do you think he pressed his lips to mind's neck, with the deliberacy of an artist to their best, their final work, and drank? until his lips were stained, his teeth red, blood and freedom and life - paradox, for the man mind, for that which was soon to die? do you think it was like love? do you think that's all heart could notice besides the taste? do you think heart could only love mind when killing him, because any kind of love not bloody was not one he was permitted? do you think heart tore into mind like a starving dog, yes looking for food, yes looking for the taste of human, human, human (TRUE) flesh, but also thinking 'i love you i love you i love you'? do you think he was starving in more ways than one could name? there is nothing else for the sharpened blade. but for life and death and cutting into skin. do you think it was actualization. of his wants. of all his existence. do you think it was the most real thing heart had ever felt and the most intimacy he could ever imagine.

im gonna walk into the fucking ocean i Cannot do this anymore

[dragoncarrion]

oh thats the actual way i look and there's nothing i can do to change it.

[metaphorical-goblin]

my brother: ugh I can't drink this water, it's lukewarm

me: haha wwjd man

[latetothegames]

[to-luna]

[#서호]

어제 굉서호 이장했다!!

[jokeboy]

follow my bird blog okay @jokebird

[tiredguyswag]

👍

[outlying-hyppocrate]

i'm sorry but the notion (the simple idea) of saying it when i've never said it before under my own name is so scary. i need to calm down for a bit. shaky

[bipolbur]

IM HERE ALONE AND WE JUST GOT 39 BOXES OF SHIPMENT. BE SO FUCKING FR

[madame-mongoose]

feliz navidad

screaming into my hands