#im sorry he's like this

[skelesass]

not enough, apparently

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[askmatthias]

Have you met Anne? I think the two of you would get along!

".. I don't understand why she can't read the room and realize her behaviour isn't going to suddenly cheer me up, but I wish she'd stop bothering me."

[lgcjungmo]

he's just not that into you

did jungmo receive flowers often? no but whenever he had his violin recitals, his brother would show up at the end with a bouquet that eventually wilted. otherwise, that's most of his experience so when he came face to face with a bouquet of pretty baby blue flowers from one wenjun, he was confused. then his confusion turned into realization before it morphed into something akin to smug.

jungmo accepted the bouquet with a smirk painted on his face. "ahh, i knew it. you like me, right? why else would you give me this?" it's not the first time someone's liked him and he knew it wouldn't be the last time either. it's a good boost to his ego, he's not going to lie about that.

"i'm not really looking for a relationship right now, you know? honestly, if you're down for something non-committal, i'm game for that at least." shifting the flowers from his right arm to the left, jungmo reached his hand out to pat wenjun on the shoulder. "you're super cute and all, but maybe we should just be friends."

giving flowers with @lgcwenjun

[charmingbrute]

{fishmonger meteor wearing these shoes y/y?}

THIS IS THE SECOND TIME I GOT THIS IMAGE JASNDJSND

[jacksonxellis]

closed starter for: @lucydriscoll / aurora bay library / just being his annoying self when he sees someone he knows

One of the new languages Jackson had found himself learning was Czech. It was fun and he needed to read more books in the language to understand it more and he was happy that Aurora Bay's library had a wide selection of books when it came to other languages. He was on his way to the aisle when he spotted a familiar face inside. "If it isn't the wannabe Levin." Jackson teased as he approached the blonde who happened to be related to the sisters. Lucy wasn't someone he saw much of or spoke to, but she was around. She existed. And though he had nothing against her, he just liked fucking with people and she was an easy target. "How's life going?" He asked taking note that she was now older than when he last saw her.

[corpusdxlicti]

Pokes Vincent’s cheek with the tip of a knife. “Come on. Gimme a smile, babe.” 💋

                 MORTUUS— WITH A QUIET SIGH, Vincent turns his eyes upon Eve with an expression that showed anything but amusement. "Truly, should you not be more wary about waving a weapon in your boss's face?" He offers, slender fingered hand pushing aside their knife, before looking slightly to the side and muttering. "Besides, it is not like you've given me much to smile about," Perhaps this might offend the other, but since when had Vincent cared?

[daftmooncretin]

spock’s room decor is actually fucking bonkers. The weapons??? the big red velvet curtain??? like ok phantom of the opera go crazy.

for reference jim’s room has some photos and a plant so we can surmise this is uniquely a spock being a dramatic weirdo thing

[paintedcrows]

Revelations - Little peek at a longer continuation to my Stan & Bill accidental internet buddies comic!

After the reveal, Stan initially doesn't want to tell Ford his (former) internet best friend was Bill Cipher, because he doesn't want him to worry. Stan later doesn't want to tell Ford because he (and Bill) would rather die.

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[hickeygender]

tragedy enjoyers when a character perpetuates the cycle of violence they themselves were a victim of

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

the woes of jazz

[meruz]

o captain my captain

[sparemoon]

RELEASE THE DA2 VARRIC ROMANCE ENDING BIOWARE

[kendyroy]

I love how we can pretty much call this Logan “Wade’s Logan”

That’s HIS man. No one else’s. That’s his little honey badger. That’s his big boy. That’s his peanut. That’s his Wolverine.

He actually adopted this guy into his family and now he’s gonna be his for the rest of their never-ending lives.

[mintaikk]

I fuck hard with Asexual Venom, but the idea of Venom, an alien whose species doesn't breed sexually and don't have concepts of sex, being sexually attracted to some boring sad and sweaty white guy he picked up on the streets is just so funny to me

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.