#cathartic tears

[imogen-fae]

Lesser Spring

Autumn, Is a lesser Spring A most fragile awkward bloom Falling memories of momentary splendor Dripping rusted color It's lush verdure fades Forcing tender verdant blades to bleed inward The blustery blow of blighted breath Dries out insipid skies Fleshy pigments crushed haphazardly Into crackled dust, A seedling's Birthright & sacrament to lesser Spring

[somegrumpynerd]

Okay I know I'm the most biased person about dadmare, but you can't honestly tell me that if Cross started to mention the way xgaster treated him and his brother as children - the way an adult bullied and belittled and abused them - that it wouldn't make Nightmare see red

[lovethytendytenderly]

Richard Siken, Unfinished Duet

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[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Good day to asexuals specifically: it's International Asexual Day and this time I remembered!

You know, before I figured out my asexuality, I was always doubting myself when it comes to labels. I was always second-guessing my feelings, examining my memories, pondering if what I felt for people was truly real, or if it counted, or if I was just lying to myself about everything and fabricating things. I felt very non-heterosexual, but I still felt very uneasy identifying with bisexual labels, because I still felt like what I feel was... different, in a way. Different to what other people described and what they seemed to feel.

Maybe it's due to overall maturing as a person, but I never get any similar feelings when I think about myself as asexual. It's very freeing! I never second-guess myself anymore. This feels comfortable, and this feels right. I feel no need to ever prove anything to anyone, including to myself. Maybe I am other things along with asexual, but I don't care anymore. I don't feel the same need to analyse every single positive emotion I've felt about another person anymore. I just... feel. And I feel good like this.

I am asexual and I am so happy with that. :)

[satari-raine]

Finally sat down and listened to the new song. Silly words are here if you'd like to read (and more in the tags because yeah, and this has been edited since I posted, so apologies if it looks different from someone else's reblog), but no pressure. If you scroll on by, I hope you have a good day today.

I'm... surprised I'm happy? After hearing it. I think that's how I'm feeling, at least. It's not a giddiness or me jumping around in joy, but there's a kind of, um. Candlelight flicker among the darkness that was surrounding me as I was thinking about it? Like a light came on once I finally looked and checked it out for myself.

I'm unsure how to word it properly and I don't really know how to without going on a long-winded ramble, but I had some thoughts before I heard the song based on what people were saying, the anxieties I saw swirling about, thoughts of guilt and anger amongst the pointing fingers and the reality of what a sharp rise to fame can do to, well, anyone. I saw so many different opinions and I'm not here to dismiss any of them, or say one is wrong. Music is wonderful and powerful, loving and harsh, not just in its creation but in the context we give it. I don't want to dismiss anyone's thoughts here.

I just want to say that it's a song I'm glad exists. I'm glad he trusts people to hear it. That despite its content, or context - I don't want to comb through why it exists, or say I'm glad any negative things happened so the pain can produce more because that is the furthest thing from the truth for me.

Caramel is sweet as a concoction in it's nature. You can put things in it, like salt, to change the taste and make it more complex. And it can burn, scorch, and stick - it can make a right mess of a kitchen, of someone's clothes, hands. It's temperamental and not set in stone, at least not while you're stirring it in the pot. But it's not always a mess.

If you're patient with it and respect the process - and, in this case, that respect is to him and the others as performers and as people, as well as yourselves as fans of the music and individuals with flaws, personalities, all that makes people who they are - it might turn out okay, in the end.

I could be off with this, of course. I'm just glad the song exists.

Caramel takes time. And it's okay to have it salty, bitter, or sweet. There's times for all flavors and even if it isn't your preference for whatever reason, it's good to accept the choice and respect it. Respect the making of it and the one who spent hours of time and patience on it.

I'll end here to save my brain from spinning in circles. If you read any of this, thank you so much. I hope it made sense. Please take care of yourselves, everyone.

[maripr]

I think John Ward deserves to break down a little at the end of FAITH bc he just destroyed the cult that groomed him since childhood and abused him and his childhood friend, he's managed to protect everyone he loves, he's realized God's been with him the entire time, he has fred all the souls that were taken hostages in the rite of the second death, and he has been forgiven by the very person he wronged. He deserves to break down a bit, after things have calmed down, as Lisa and Garcia both hold him as his falls on his knees and his shoulder shake and he holds his crucifix close like he's hugging it and he wails like a child and as the tears fall on the cross once bronze, they leave golden streak, cleansing his vision of it, cleansing his heart.

[surly-sara]

I shouldnt be surprised that the fandom is doing to caleb what it did to sylus. Even at their most possessive and dominant, none of these men would ever be cruel or mean to mc (sylus’s intro is an outlier that deserves its own essay), especially not to the point of pain unless it is mc’s specific kink, during sex or otherwise.

[thelesbianluthor]

Also hearing Emily talk about how at first she was embarrassed that she started crying during FH and she had to realize it was not "bad" that she let her emotions take over in a scene and be so earnest while playing is wild to me. Like one of the reason I fell so deeply in love with her playing is because of that vulnerability and the way she manages to grab my heart and squeeze it until I can't NOT cry with her every single time.

Anyway I love you Emily Axford and I am so thankful that you put your heart in every single character you play.

[lorelune]

there's a really heartbroken fic that rattles in my brain where you and jing yuan are exes from years ago and you never stopped yearning for each other, but in your time apart from each other, you both have become so emotionally damaged that you can't imagine ever dating again

[marimeeko]

I appreciate so so much how Hori gave Ochako the Ghibli tears.

You know, where they just build and build in your eyes, to impossible levels until they spill in big round tear drops

Gotta be one of my favorite exaggerated anime expressions.

And it fits so well for her holding everything back until she literally can't anymore.

[euniveve]

I did it. I moved. I'm free.

[jaspersbaseballsack]

Hey you guys should all go see the movie Companion and think about The Vamire Armand the whole time

[brionbroadway]

say it louder for the people in the back!!

[siriuslupine]

Internalized rage Laios. Nods.

[its-no-biggie]

so did anyone else sob uncontrollably during the season 1 finale or is that just me

[ghostbeam]

Yan nanami where his whole thing is seeing how far ur willing to let him go before u can’t take it and stop loving him while ur thing is how much resistance from u can he take before he stops loving u