Ok but why is no one talking about "every day is a day of love if you only believe it so" I AM GOING TO CRY THAT'S SO SWEET. EVERY DAY IS A DAY OF LOVE IF YOU ONLY BELIEVE IT SO
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so like it’s 1999 and solid snake is in zanzibar land and gray fox tells you that all he can do is fight. it’s all he has and it’s probably all you’re ever going to have, too, because deep down you know your father is right, you know he is right as you click the lighter and burn the flesh off his skin, you know he is right when he tells you, this will never go away. i am always going to be a part of you. it’s 2005 and solid snake is in shadow moses island, alaska and gray fox tells you that’s good, snake. hit me harder. do it more. that’s good. when you meet meryl you kill the guards, and then snake thinks he loves her, so you kill psycho mantis for her, ocelot tortures you and you withstand it for her, you beat liquid to a pulp for her and while his blood is on your fists he smiles and tells you that you two, you’ll always be the same. gray fox means violence means meryl means violence, so what’s love if not that? what is it if not the feeling of broken bones under your knuckles, if not the smell of your father’s burnt flesh? but she's too young, she doesn’t understand you and she couldn’t if she tried, because she’s eighteen years old and doesn’t know any better and doesn’t understand that after you sleep with her you’re going to get up and let the pillow grow cold, she thinks you’ll tell her everything and when you don’t, because you can’t, she’ll leave you. you kill him with your fists and for her you destroy shadow moses and you hear him say to you again that’s good, snake, that feels good, do it harder. but it isn’t a coincidence that in mgs1 you meet otacon at the same time you meet gray fox. otacon who is so scared of battle he pisses his pants and otacon who cries over a woman who could never love him back and otacon who thinks good people like dogs, kind people like dogs, otacon who passed you a meal, ready-to-eat and a bottle of ketchup across the bars of your cell and when you ask him why the fuck are you here if you cant help me he says to you, i thought you might be hungry. otacon who gives you her handkerchief that was once her mother's and will be hers once again when she dies, when you rest it atop her glazed-over irises, a cycle of love. she was a good person, snake, and so are you. she liked the wolves and you do too. otacon who cries over his baby sister’s little body, who blames himself for being seventeen years old under the touch of the woman who should have been his mother. otacon who when it's 2014 will make you the solid eye and the octocamo suit and the mk. ii to keep you safe and say to you, don't hurt anyone, snake. will say to you: i'll follow you wherever you go, like this. otacon who blubbers like a baby and cries too much and who, when it's 2009 in new york city, you have to say to, go rescue the hostages, because if you don’t he’s going to crumple in on himself, a dying star. this is how you love, you don’t say to him, and how i love, because you showed me how. wrap your arms around his shoulders and hope it’s enough.
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2 am post but i think luffy loses a lot of his appeal to me in fanon because people shave away his genuine weirdness to make him fit the must-protect sunshine cinnamon roll slot every anime must have in order for the fandom to make incorrect quotes and fill out draw-your-squads with
maybe it’s just my problem with the way people handle autistic characters in fandom spaces just in general but man i promise to you you can go one media without forcing a character to be the SpongeBob-esque do-no-wrong wooby
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if i am being honest. it is scary trying to be a quote unquote creator with no imagination. i cried about this in a dream i had a few nights back. i cried knowing i didnt know what to create. i cried knowing the face i drew was stolen from a pose i saw. i cried knowing the face i drew was a design someone else made. i cried knowing i cant do anything without stealing from someone else.
there were women in that dream, watching me cry. one of them came to hold me, sitting in front of that canvas (a tool i could never use. im too scared, in my life, that the money spent on the canvas and the paint and the brushes and the easel would all be for nothing when i realized i couldnt even think of anything to draw, much less to draw anything). but she had nothing to tell me. i had nothing to tell myself, to tell someone who cant make anything for themself, to tell someone who cant think for themself.
but when i wake up, i still choose to try to create. i still want to create. it makes me less alone.
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Hoza cutely stealing random screenshots people had in their posts and using it in her own then talking about something completely different core
I should spawn the most horrendous Ryan angst out of my rotting brain and share it to the world and see what happens
Y'know
fuck around and see what the people think
Me forcing this Tumblr tag to see my hideous crane rambles every so often
this is me if anybody cared
me when I don't see Ryan content
Ok time for me to depart--
WAIT
ROSEPUNCH
REMMEBER
I AM ALWAYS STALKING THIS TAG FOR ANY ROSEPUNCH CONTENT
(is sane)
ok fr bye for now <3
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