#it’s just how i feel

[oflights]

this is astarion to me

[biancadoes1]

Why do I have the feeling that C f’ed up the friendship she had with L and all of this outward support is her trying to gain favor again?

I don’t think she cares about gaining favor tbh.

There’s also something about her that I don’t care for.

[itspileofgoodthings]

Midnights—based on each song’s level of clarity/murkiness

Lavender Haze —-murky, murky, muuuuuurky, with one hilarious flash of clarity courtesy of “get it off my desk!”

Maroon—somehow both murky and clear, the vision is clear, the memories are stained and soaked and bloodied in a red bath of murkiness that never settles

Anti-Hero—crystal clear, one of the clearest songs on the album

Snow On the Beach—murky. murkiness has never been prettier to be fair, but this song shrouds.

You’re On Your Own, Kid —clear. clear-eyed. Surface of a clear pond on a clear, calm day kind of clear. Limpid, crystal, shining.

Midnight Rain—the shadows never end but chase themselves in a pattern across a violet-gray landscape.

…Question? —murkiness was invented for this song. the bridge has the sheen of clarity borrowed from the lightning strike for one second but in the other ways this song is the murkiest of all

Vigilante Shit—-clarity that chooses to shroud itself in the disguise of the night but is still very clear.

Bejeweled—this is another both/and song. The murkiness offsets the clarity and vice-versa —the song SPARKLES —but make no mistake. this is not a clear-eyed song.

Labyrinth—Murky City. Lost in the Labyrinth of my mind really says it all.

Karma—another song up there for the clearest on the album. Not a secret or dark thought in sight —-the sunlight pours in in this song and that’s what makes it feel so good.

Sweet Nothing —deeply clear. Shining waters. Small and precise like a pebble but also like a point of light.

Mastermind—murky but with all the force of Taylor’s personality trying to lift it to clarity. The song soars in pockets of brightly falling light but overall I think it stays in the shadows.

[nerd-flash]

[s-ublimedyke]

gender of the day: seahorse

[farfromstrange]

“You’re Losing Me” by Taylor Swift (From The Vault) Bridge…

How long could we be a sad song

‘Til we were too far gone to bring back life?

I gave you all of my best me’s, my endless empathy

And all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier

Fighting in only your arms, frontlines, don’t you ignore me

I’m the best thing at the party (You’re losing me)

I wouldn’t marry me either, a pathological people pleaser, who only wanted you to see her

And I'm fading, thinking'

"Do something, babe, say something"

"Lose something, babe, risk something"

"Choose something, babe, I got nothing"

"To believe, unless you're choosing me"

But as fictional characters…

That’s all. Thank you. (I could do this with all songs Taylor’s ever written all day, and I could probably write pages of character analysis with these songs and my favorite fictional characters and still not have said all I need to say)

[shrubsparrow]

It's in the eye of the beholder

[pouletpourri]

"You just have to look closely."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[dirtytransmasc]

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

[0sbrain]

alternatives for ai to design ocs

hero forge

picrew

the fucking sims 4

your local furry artist

bitmoji

shitty photoshoped collage

DeviantArt bases

zepeto

making edits of your favorite character

searching "dress up game" on the app store

learning how to draw

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[kitskiis]

He keeps doing this I’m gonna cry

[princessandtheflea]

Anyways it’s time to do the dishes, listen to thom yorke and feel the crushing weight of absolute yearning