#like sick to my stomach

[optiprisms]

thinking about how black clover is on the final arc and its gonna end sooner or later just made me SICK

I really will miss this manga it's not even a joke. I gonna miss posting my black clover shitposts like I did back in 2021 . aww mannn 😭

[twig-the-edgelord]

I am always 30 seconds away from just blocking half of tumblr

[ecle-c-tic]

i'm going to ~log off~ for a little while my dudes

[girlfictions]

palestine is in a complete and utter blackout with israel launching hundreds of its heaviest airstrikes so far across gaza. this is a mass slaughter and we won't even know the extent of the casualties until it's over; israel have cut off telecommunications so they can commit their atrocities in the dark. there is a genocide happening right in front of our eyes and every person who has ever defended israel's "right to defend itself" has the blood of palestinians on their hands. we cannot ignore what is one of the most devastating massacres in human history.

[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.

[lemmeurs]

in another universe.

[evermorepeyton]

horrifying email to get at 2 am btw

[festering-psyche]

the fact that im not a 17 year old girl anymore makes me physically sick

[cyanbeetle]

Maybe I’VE got a bad case of the stephs

[deadpoets]

DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989) dir. Peter Weir

[shima-draws]

Hey. Hey you know what would be cool and fun. First post of 2024. 1000 notes. We can do it. Yeah? Yeah??

Take a picture of my dog as an incentive

[halflifebutawesome]

i did what i was supposed to

that’s not fair.

[pleucas]

indelible

[professoriversong]

Horrible realization about Charles and Erik is that Charles says in first class “sorry I can’t leave him.” And he doesn’t then. But he also doesn’t anytime after that. Every time they separate, it’s Erik leaving him. Never the other way around

[blossoms-phan]

my ridiculous lovely man who wears his heart on his sleeve. he is so so silly. why are you looking at your soulmate like this while doing an ad read 😭😭😭😭😭

[jamesheathridge]

KYLE GALLNER as QUENTIN SMITH A Nightmare on Elm Street | 2010