#Real meaning

[foreverafangirl14]

The Real Meaning Behind the Character Dabi/Touya

I think Dabi is a metaphor. This is relatable to me btw. For the people that have been through so much trauma and shit but they can't cry, for a whole year while my dad was sick and after he died I couldn't cry, I didn't show any emotion, even if I wanted to or tried to I didn't, and I think that's what Dabi/Touya represents. Especially with part of his backstory being that his tear glands were burnt during the fire and he can no longer cry. He symbolizes this emotionally, emotionless state. I hope I'm explaining this right 😅

[nobeerreviews]

People have the idea that an image must stand for something else, that the real meaning needs to be described with language. Instead it is the image itself that is the meaning.

-- Mark Ryden

(Waldshut, Germany)

[emperornorton47]

[blackfawnx]

[guiiay]

jinx and isha visit a walmart

[cruelnemothesis]

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[daincrediblegg]

OK THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL EVERYONE FUCKING REPEAT AFTER ME. THIS IS WHAT YOU WILL DO WHEN YOU WATCH MUPPET CHRISTMAS CAROL THIS YEAR:

You will navigate to the page on disney plus (and it has to be here. Unless someone has actually uploaded the REAL movie anywhere else you cannot get it elsewhere)

BUT YOU WILL NOT HIT PLAY. You won’t do it. Because it’s NOT THE REAL VERSION OF THE FILM AND DISNEY IS FUCKING LYING TO YOU AS IT ALWAYS DOES

You will scroll down HERE. To EXTRAS instead. You MUST GO HERE. This is non -negotiable

THEN YOU WILL SCROLL DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE EXTRAS AND YOU WILL THEN HIT PLAY ON THIS BAD BOY: THE FULL LENGTH VERSION

And you will watch it. And you will thank me for having been so blind and led astray by that stupid fucking mouse. You’re welcome.

[astronomical-bagel]

[lntrusiveknock]

honest hours

how beyond blessed i am to have seen and had a light so bright it dimmed all the others; how privileged i was to have a chance to encounter an ideal and a people inspiring enough; that saying i lost my gratitude or appreciation for anything less is an understatement- i fail to humanize that human behavior. how grateful i am to have been able to recognize what i needed to see, how close i was to touching it and keeping it like a promise owed to myself, unfortunately… how blessed i am to be able to feel and touch things that not every person does on a level so intimate and silently resounding… i am still happy for the person i am and how it shaped my choices. i am happy i never lost sight of either persona of mine— there is a need and a struggle on both sides and it NEEDS MORE. empathy and kindness. it is calling me to become more human. it begs me to stay in a dark place to find my loved ones too, happening to choose to suffer. and i don’t blame any of US anymore. Everything Happens For A Reason. it stays true to me, and if i will never personally understand such misguidance and secondhand regret… i have to stop the voices the peer and societal pressures and find my own…. how lucky i am to be able to know that deep down it’s a calling that i can believe is my own ever since i could dream. how lucky i am to have a voice that isn’t swayed or diminished by the absence of company… how blessed i am to have a heart that still shines in the midst of such darkness, pure, unadulterated, so dark it still finds a place in my own home and heart after so much time. i fail to recognize the hole that only HUMAN EMPATHY can fit into.

[weirdgirlvampire]

If yes, tell me what it is in the tags!

[anna-scribbles]

let him speak

[heilos]

I don't want you to feel like you're nothing

[chloesimaginationthings]

Can’t spell “Five nights at Freddy’s” without GAY

(Based off @/flashcs5 post)

[noodles-and-tea]

I politely ask for more of the vague modern AU art :3 they're so silly I LOVE them

They’re playing sister location, specifically night 4

[infinitelystrangemachinex]

The stewards of the old world are always keen to give you a glimpse of their might... According to legend, the ancients built specialized chambers to seal away false prophets.

The Arcane is waking up.