#a knife to the heart

[johnslittlespoon]

decided to break my own heart today i guess

[thatswhatsushesaid]

jiang cheng says "son of a prostitute" within earshot of jin guangyao, 20 dead, 44 wounded

[fairsweetlonging]

the svsss extras are actually so insane, one moment you're reading about the heartbreaking past between shen jiu and qi yue and about trauma and cycles of abuse, about luo binghe mourning shen yuan and staying with his body every day for years, about shang qinghua being offered the chance to go home and not taking it because he was miserable and lonely, and then the next tianlang-jun is trying to set zhuzhi-lang up with shen yuan and encouraging him to bride-steal?? and then shang qinghua is ordering mobei-jun to make him noodles while fantasizing about writing a danmei peak lord orgy?? cottagecore bingqiu?? everyone thinking shen qingqiu got pregnant with luo binghe's child??? og pidw fans apparently being qijiu and binggejiu shippers?? hello what??

[muffinworry]

Snake                                                                                  

By D. H. Lawrence                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   A snake came to my water-trough On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat, To drink there.   In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob tree I came down the steps with my pitcher And must wait, must stand and wait, for there he was at the trough             before me.   He reached down from a fissure in the earth-wall in the gloom And trailed his yellow-brown slackness soft-bellied down, over             the edge of the stone trough And rested his throat upon the stone bottom, And where the water had dripped from the tap, in a small clearness, He sipped with his straight mouth, Softly drank through his straight gums, into his slack long body, Silently.   Someone was before me at my water-trough, And I, like a second-comer, waiting.   He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do, And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do, And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused              a moment, And stooped and drank a little more, Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels             of the earth On the day of Sicilian July, with Etna smoking.   The voice of my education said to me He must be killed, For in Sicily the black, black snakes are innocent, the gold             are venomous.   And voices in me said, If you were a man You would take a stick and break him now, and finish him off.   But must I confess how I liked him, How glad I was he had come like a guest in quiet, to drink             at my water-trough And depart peaceful, pacified, and thankless, Into the burning bowels of this earth?   Was it cowardice, that I dared not kill him? Was it perversity, that I longed to talk to him? Was it humility, to feel so honoured? I felt so honoured.   And yet those voices: If you were not afraid, you would kill him!   And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid, But even so, honoured still more That he should seek my hospitality From out the dark door of the secret earth.   He drank enough And lifted his head, dreamily, as one who has drunken, And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air, so black, Seeming to lick his lips, And looked around like a god, unseeing, into the air, And slowly turned his head, And slowly, very slowly, as if thrice adream, Proceeded to draw his slow length curving round And climb again the broken bank of my wall-face.   And as he put his head into that dreadful hole, And as he slowly drew up, snake-easing his shoulders,             and entered farther, A sort of horror, a sort of protest against his withdrawing into             that horrid black hole, Deliberately going into the blackness, and slowly drawing             himself after, Overcame me now his back was turned.   I looked round, I put down my pitcher, I picked up a clumsy log And threw it at the water-trough with a clatter.   I think it did not hit him, But suddenly that part of him that was left behind convulsed             in an undignified haste, Writhed like lightning, and was gone Into the black hole, the earth-lipped fissure in the wall-front, At which, in the intense still noon, I stared with fascination.   And immediately I regretted it. I thought how paltry, how vulgar, what a mean act! I despised myself and the voices of my accursed human education.   And I thought of the albatross, And I wished he would come back, my snake.   For he seemed to me again like a king, Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld, Now due to be crowned again.   And so, I missed my chance with one of the lords Of life. And I have something to expiate: A pettiness.  

"I'm sorry. I killed a spider.

I trapped him under a cup

And meant to slip some paper under

Take it outside and shake him off,

Free him.

But I forgot,

got distracted.

And when I saw the cup days later,

I realised what I had done.

I left it there for a month.

I didn't want to see him balled, warped little carcass,

The consequences of my distraction,

My lazinezz.

I don't kill bugs

it makes me feel guilty.

Just because I'm bigger doesn't mean I should get the final

Say, on a tiny life.

And when I forced myself to lift the cup after a month

I expected to see him curled, dead on the counter,

But there was nothing there.

So I turned it over;

And saw a ghostly silver web woven in the lip of the cup.

And the spider, resting, dead on top of it.

I sat and cried on the kitchen floor.

In his last moments,

He tried to make a home

Of the darkness I gave him.

(author unknown: comment if you know the name) "The Spider Poem"

[doppostims]

AaAaHhH, Hambaagaa Sandwich to Diet Cocacola!

o / x / x | x / x / x | x / x / o

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 3 - Nobodies

[oobbbear]

oc stuff

[mail-me-a-snail]

son of a bitch i forgot to attach this to the sniperspy post but. this is them to me this is their different dynamics

brief explanations under the cut

red spy and sniper fight often but really, theyre an old married couple about it. they might not enjoy each other's methods but they can see that the other is well versed in their craft and have come to respect that, being like-minded professionals.

blu sniper fucking hates red spy. hes still embarrassed about being caught off guard by him in meet the spy and red makes it a point to mock him about it constantly. part of the reason blu spy decided to take matters into his own hands and carve red sniper up in the same way, honestly.

blu spy and blu sniper sit together at the very far end of the 'most affected by being clones' scale; spy is very close to blu engie and that pisses the hell out of sniper. scout also pisses him off (really, he envies scout for having family on blu team, even if he recognizes that that's unfair) so what blu sniper and spy have isnt romantic, per se, but there's something there. they're both coasting along on borrowed, hazy memories. they both don't feel like people. maybe they can make each other real.

[gremlingirlsmell]

"i dislike the terms tme and tma" why do you dislike terms that are useful for transfems discussing their systematic opression? do you dislike the terms cis, hetero, white, too? you need to understand that tme & tma are not created to make "new binaries" or whatever, theyre for discussing our real material opression. realize how close you are to saying that transmisogyny isnt "real" or that it "affects everyone". do you also think reverse racism exists, or that homophobia or misogyny targets cis hetero men instead of benefitting them? or do you believe in intersectionality until it's about trans women and transfems, then the intersection of misogyny and transphobia basically becomes meaningless? you "dislike" when transmisogyny is brought up, just as existing?

[az-roser]

“The world is a scary place, now that you’ve woken up the demon in me.”

Yoooooo ngl I’m so SO in love with how this piece turned out 😭🖤

bonus points if you know what song these lyrics are from lol👀

[khaopybara]

i learned it from magic mike.

JOONG ARCHEN as FADEL episode 3 of THE HEART KILLERS

[thatswhatsushesaid]

stop, stop, can't you see he's already dead 🥺

[beefdogcoffee]

sharing this information with everyone thank you have a wonderful day ahead

[heartnosekid]

iuilewatercolors on ig

[xanygoodgirl]

I'm Sorry Daddy 🥺

[spacedlexi]

its my birthday who wants some KISSIES!!!