#i am heartbroken

[xiaobaosnoona]

@asiandramanet creator bingo - shapes

[swaggyros]

GOOD OMENS SEASON 2 SPOILER!!

Crowley probably put his glasses back on before the kiss to hide the fact from Aziraphale that he is crying.

HE WAS GONNA CRY.

[onelineinthesand]

An Open Letter to Neil Gaiman in the wake of the Allegations

Mr. Gaiman,

There's a likely chance you will never see this, so this is as much for my fellow heartbroken fans and for myself as it is for you. Many of us feel the need to process this in the spaces we share--the spaces where we so often shared our love and admiration for your work: for the worlds you created that we have shared, enjoyed, and explored together. My name is Cassie. I'm a teacher. I too am a storyteller, a wordsmith, a lover of knowledge. I teach mythology, history, and ancient languages--subjects which I saw woven into your writings. It is my joy and privilege to share these subjects and my passion for them with young minds, just as it has been yours to share your love and passion through your mastery and craftsmanship with words and the research you wove into the words you built.

Why do I point out these similarities? Because while we are not the same, we share a great responsibility. I inspire young minds, and in turn, there are times when I see the admiration in my students' faces. Some of them look up to me. They see me as a source of knowledge, wisdom (though god knows I don't have much), and stability. They rely on me to create a space where their curiosity and enthusiasm can flourish. I see the way some of my students light up when they see me, how they love to share their discoveries with me, and sometimes they gift me with their precious trust.

It would be easy for me to lead those students where I wanted. The ones who look at me with trust and excitement in their eyes when I affirm them-- the ones who see me as someone to admire, someone whose praise they want to earn. Because they are young and impressionable--yes. But also, because I have been gifted this role in their lives. Some of them would be excited if I invited them to a personal dinner at my house. Some of them would see that as a reward to be desired, would be eager to go on a drive alone with me.

And yet, I suspect you know that it would be wrong for me to give my students special alone time or special gifts. That it would tarnish the safety of my relationship with that young person. That it would open them up to exploitation at my (or another teacher's) hands. Even if I mean well, it teaches that young mind that special alone time is okay, and that they can accept it safely. A young person who is taught that such attention is safe, who receives that attention--that one on one praise and affirmation--may cast aside their doubts or worries and chase after it, craving the promise of being unique, of being chosen by someone they trust and admire.

It is my job to teach them that safe adults--safe authorities--will never offer or ask for that, will never put them in a situation where they have no other safe adult or authority in their confidence regarding their relationship with you. That they must steer clear of the promise of "special" attention from an authority like that.

You, Mr. Gaiman, are the man against whom I warn my students.

You were given a precious gift. You were able to bless countless young minds with the experience of a fantasy world, of mesmerizing stories that inspired their imagination, made them laugh and cry and dream. Young people admired and idolized you, and when they came to you at fan events or crossed paths with you, they saw you-- just as my students see me--as someone whose praise and attention was to be desired.

You took that trust, and you used it to your advantage. You saw a young soul that looked at you with admiration of a student, of someone who wants to learn from you. You used that innocence, that ignorance, to take pleasure for yourself at their expense. There was a power dynamic between you and your fans: young women who wanted to be close to a person they admired--who believed you to be wiser, smarter, more gifted than themselves. You did not honor it. You did not treasure it. You used it. And you used it again and again and again.

Mr. Gaiman, I believe your victims. But please understand. Even had you not ignored their "no"-- even had you not gone to physical extremes that caused them harm and trauma, even had you only engaged in what were (according to the law) permissible sexual relationships -- in my eyes, you would still be reprehensible.

I am a teacher. It is my job to protect these young minds. If my students ever ask about or speak about you, in my classroom and in my school as far as I am concerned, you will be nothing more than a cautionary tale. You will be the example of a man (or woman) whom I must teach them to regard with suspicion. You committed an act which I consider most disturbing for a person of my profession. You used the precious, beautiful trust of a young mind to your own gain.

I hope that your public reputation is so damaged that no other young woman will venture into your snares again. But if someone does, please read my words.

When you see that starstruck look in a young person's eyes, see the joy and admiration, remember this: She sees you with the eyes of a child; the youthful excitement of meeting someone who is, in her mind, greater than her.

Nurture and protect that young mind. Model how a true leader responds to trust. Be the sort of man who deserves that admiration. Remember that the look in her eyes is its own reward. Be sure that she knows there are no secrets between you, that she is never alone with you, and remember-- when someone admires you that way, no matter whether she is of legal age, she will always be as a child before you.

As someone who fosters young minds, I am profoundly disappointed in you.

You do not deserve a second chance. But if you ever get one, do better.

Sincerely, A former childlike admirer of your works

[gnossienne]

Milan Kundera (1929-2023), "The Book of Laughter and Forgetting" (1979)

[simsim54]

“Falling in love with you was easy. Staying in love with you despite all of our differences, that was the hard part.”

Nothing relates more to Young Royals Season 3 than this quote!

[tamashithe2nd]

What if:.. I noticed that most BLLK characters are Called by their Last Names, but one Specifically Stood out: Rin. I have a feeling that Rin requested Ego to not use his last name(?) since he doesn’t want to be overshadowed by his brother’s fame while he’s in blue lock. (Excluding reo)

[freakin-nightmare]

sweet moments before disaster 💔💔💔

[taviokapudding]

*in mourning* (༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ)

[lunarsolar1]

I am truly devastated

I refuse to believe this is real or true I just can’t

[feylicis]

ok so I read six of crows and crooked kingdom parallel to watching shadow and bone and yesterday I finished the second book, tonight the series and WHAT DO YOU MEAN WITH THE SHOW IS CANCELED WHAT THE FUCK HELLO

[leafsleafsleafsstuff]

Thank you Mints!!!

[bunnyloveroverhere]

NO ONE TOLD ME I MISSED REVALINK WEEK IN MAY AND NOW IM SAD. I BLAME THE WATER TURNING THE FROGS GAY. ITS THEIR FAULT

[daisys-buckley]

I actually don’t have the intelligence required to fully understand The Atlas Complex

[virtual-bunny]

just found out there are barely any tsukishima kei x plus size reader fics…….. my man loves his fat women idc what anyone says 💔

like okay yeah he has a small appetite and doesn’t eat too much, but seeing you eat makes him feel butterflies and adoration for you bc you look so cute with your cheeks full and your face with bliss. HE LOVES HIS CHUBBY WOMEN

[isweartheyregayyourhonor]

Look at the betrayal on Lydia’s face. She leaves right after she sees Cynthia talk to Edward. You know what that means?

She came hoping Cynthia would ask her instead.

[everest-angey]

NOOOO WHYYY I AM DRAWING TERUVID AND THERES NO WAY HE IS TALLER WHY WHY WHY I THOUGHT THEY WERE A TALL QUEEN X SHORT KING COUPLE HOW IS HE TALLER THAN HER WHATTT