#literally deep thoughts

[trainwreckgenerator]

a face you'd find on the side of a milk carton

[egophiliac]

queen of diamonds, upright + reversed 💎

I've redone this like eighty times, I have to just be done with it now and stop staring at all my mistakes oh no 🫠

[turtletoria]

one downside to digital mediums of art is that you cant see the tear stains (they just slide down the screen)

[howstrangethingshappen]

thinking: tumblr is the best social media i’ve come across. the best.

i did make an account back in 2015 but i didn’t understand how to use it so i didn’t end up getting it [i could have been on this website back in it’s prime!! it’s prime!!!]

not that it ever had a prime but i just feel like it was Prominent back then, ykwim?

there isn’t any bullshit ads, or promotions, or influencers, or pretentious celebrities, or ad deals, or an intense need to get followers/likes.

there’s just community.

and i don’t ever want that to be touched. i want it to stay like this, perfect, forever. it’s so niche; it always was, but i feel like that’s why it’s the way it is. because it isn’t insanely popular and people aren’t trying to actively capitalise on it in the same way they do with every other social media in existence.

i did see this post earlier today [ty to @assiraphales]:

and i 100% agree.

i used to love instagram, when it was just about sharing pictures. and now, it’s filled with ads and all that bullshit, as aforementioned. again, i don’t want that to happen to tumblr. can we just agree that if it does, we make

tumblr 2.0

and never let the capitalists touch it? please?

i hate capitalism i hate ads i hate influencers i hate celebrities and their ad deals i hate the need for followers and likes i hate reels i hate how every social media is a copy of the other & maybe i should just delete literally everything else i have and stay here until our inevitable doom

anyway those are my 9:29pm thoughts ahahaha

i hope someone got something out of this [genuinely]. love u all xoxo 🫶🏻

[demaparbat-hp]

Oh, Lala...

[captainjimothy]

feeling ill about kai winn again. Character of All Time. she's the planet-wide leader of a religion that has recently been scientifically confirmed to be true, as in, the gods are real and they live in a pocket of space just above the planet and they speak to people all the time. but they've never spoken to her. she clawed her way through the ranks to become pope because she wanted so badly to be close to her gods, and they still give her the cold shoulder. she was also elected president and has to juggle those positions during a turbulent post-war period where tensions are high and resources are low. she's politically and morally conservative, but she's willing to learn from her mistakes if you're nice to her about it. she is run so ragged by her responsibilities and the lack of connection from the gods she loves that it doesnt even take very long for dukat to convert her into his satanist death cult. she lets him, a stranger, sleep with her while he's doing this, because no matter how driven and ambitious she is, at the end of the day she's a lonely and isolated person who has never really been liked very much and she just wants connection. as soon as she discovers dukat's real identity she kicks him out of her bed, because he was the military leader who oversaw the occupation of her planet and oppression of her people--but she continues to keep him around as a cult partner because she refuses to stop working on the plans to blow up the world. she's like 65 and she's crawling down into the fire caves to summon demons like it's no big whoop. who is doing it like her

[egharcourt]

The Last Days of Judas Iscariot saying that heaven and hell are a state of mind and nothing can obstruct you from salvation and the love of God except your own guilt. And despair being such a dooming force that even if Jesus were to appear in front of you himself and repeatedly remind you how much he loves you, hell, he'll try to hug you and wash your feet even, you can't be let free from the prison of suffering that you've confined yourself in. All because you're so disappointed in yourself that you're gripping the bars refusing to let go. How you cannot love God without first forgiving yourself. How the ultimate tragedy in this poignant dark comedy of a play is that Judas' damnation comes not from the fact that he betrayed Jesus, but from his self-disdain and perceived unworthiness that he basically condemned himself into an eternity of solitary anguish. I can go on about this play forever and ever. Do you get it.

[hyunpic]

hyunjin on bubble: my dad took these for me

[queen-of-hawkins-why-ler]

"The making of ST5 documentary" oh so you mean Finn, Noah, Winona, David, Charlie, Shawn Levy, and the Duffer brothers' commentary on Byler, how long they've known about it, how they used acting and direction to create the slowburn relationship, and the cultural impact they believe it will have

[thegreatimpersonator]

your personal relationships will never be as complicated and messed up as my parasocial bond with taylor swift

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

i think the reason i feel so offended by biopics about female writers that are all "this exact romantic situation happened to her, and then she simply wrote it down on some paper!" is that they completely disrespect our ability to simply hallucinate a random situation for fun and then become obsessed with it

[mara-phelion]

have we ever considered that nightowl and onionthief have the makings of two Bitter Exes

doing nightowl's route and seeing the way onion acted towards both us and him felt so...telling. like it's not even them being in a full romantic relationship, any kind would've sufficed, but everyone can see an unmistakeable tension

let me paint you a picture: two grad students who like the same web novel. so different, yet one always balances out the other

emotion and logic, the sun and the moon—two people who are at incredible parallels to each other that they fail to realize that they're just the sides of the same coin

onion cares in his own way, calculated and cold yet with warmth all the same. and nightowl sees that. he argues, but he sees that. until the words are too harsh, too critical, too much like his mother and her endless ways to tell him he's not enough

on the other end, nightowl is the life of the party, seriousness can be so easily pushed back in his light. and onion basks in it. he gets burnt, but he basks in it. until the sleepless nights happen and the alcohol hits, too chaotic, too vulnerable, just too much

and they break apart. who cares about what they could've been if they had only learned that they shared the same affinity for numbers? what does it matter that they both know what it's like to fear the impending doom of expectations? they're just onion and owl. too different. too much for the other to love

then here comes mc with their patience, intelligence, humor, and kindness. and just like that, old wounds open as onionthief and nightowl see exactly what they wanted and needed from the other that they never got

but mc chooses nightowl. in all his failure and broken glory, and in turn, he chooses to be better for the both of them

while onion is left to think about all the what-if's. what if he were kinder? what if he were less arrogant and cared more about him instead of being right?

left to wonder why now, why not then when it mattered just as much, not when it was him who was on nightowl's side

why he just wasn't good enough.

[myokk]

commission for @versailles-black ✨💘

THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH !!!!

[sashisuse]

hm… thinking about childhood best friend!suguru…

you saw him for the first time when you moved away from the city after the unfortunate passing of your parents. your grandmother stuffed you into her car and drove off, taking you to a little town where doves were stuffed into cages so that they may never spread their wings. you are sad and lonely on the day you move in, and right away, you spot a gloomy looking boy your age watching you from the window of your neighbor’s house. despite everything, you smiled and waved at the boy next door. he seemed surprised at first, but he smiled and waved back.

(you don't think you would ever regret smiling at him, no matter where you would wind up twenty years from then.)

you properly meet him only a few days later, when you are looking for a quiet place to sit outside of the house. he is there, too, and you approach him with the same smile you offered him days prior. you introduce yourself to him and ask him for his name.

“geto suguru,” he told you. suguru stared at you for a moment after that, observing you silently. you would come to learn he often did that. “would you like some tea?”

(you don’t think you’ll ever regret accepting his invitation, either.)

in that miserable town filled with miserable people, you and suguru just clicked and stuck together. you two were practically conjoined at the hip, despite the fact that suguru had a reputation for being so strange. you never minded or understood where that came from. you heard from your grandmother, who spoke with suguru’s mother from time to time, that he was just a strange boy. that he made stories up and blamed things on ghosts. that he was unfairly gloomy and difficult to raise. you never understood why people were so mean to him. he was quiet and polite, the best friend you had ever had. you followed him everywhere, and that made you a bit strange, too. but there wasn't a single thing anyone in the world could say that would make you not want to follow suguru around. you would follow him to the end’s of the earth if he asked. he was your best friend, after all, and you were his.

you both could talk for hours and hours about anything and everything. books, movies, tv shows, games, school... you laughed together and played together and that was the way it was. the way it was always supposed to be. you and suguru. suguru and you.

you remember the day everything changed oh, so clearly. the cold weather nipped at your nose while the air felt dry and cold in your lungs. you were trailing a bit behind suguru as you both ventured home from school. he was looking off at something in the forest but quickly diverted his attention away. the action did not go unnoticed and your eyes moved to the forest as well, trying to see what suddenly made his expression sour.

your feet stopped moving the second your eyes laid upon the thing in the woods. it stood out amongst the gray and brown of the cold trees — that strange, ugly beast. it twisted and curved in what should have been an impossible way with seven eyes, each of them oozing some green liquid.

"suguru?"

your fearful cry of his name caught him off guard as you reached forward, grabbing at the sleeve of his sweater. he looked at you in concern. you looked like you want to cry and he hated it. he hated that you looked so fearful, that you sounded so fearful. he wanted nothing more than to make it better, than to fix the problem that he wasn’t even aware of yet.

"what is that thing?" you asked with a quiet whimper.

suguru almost didn’t believe it at first. up until that very moment, he had lived his life hearing that something was wrong with him. something was wrong with him, because he saw things no one else could see. monsters, ghosts, creatures — whatever word you wanted to use. he saw them. his parents never understood. they seemed more disturbed by the fact that suguru never grew out of it, rather than the words he was saying. instead he kept it to himself. he learned to lie about it, so his parents stopped looking at him with such disdain. and at some point, maybe he began to lie to himself. maybe he began to believe that he was driving himself crazy. that he really was just seeing things.

but in that moment? in that moment, when you, his best friend, the one person in the world who had never once looked at him like he was strange or treated him as such, were seeing it, too?

you saw it. you saw it, too. you saw the monster. he’s not crazy.

he was not a liar.

and then, none of it really mattered. not when he snapped back to reality and realized just how scared you were. he couldn’t have that. he couldn’t let that happen. what kind of best friend would he be if he let you hurt like this? you saw them, too, which meant they wouldn't leave you alone like they did most people. they never left suguru alone once they realized he was watching them. so, he decided. he decided that from then on out, suguru would be your protector. because he may be young and he may not fully understand the concept of love, but suguru geto understands that he loves you. he loves you so much that he cannot bear to see you hurting. he loves you enough to decide he will bear it for you, and if he cannot take it all away from you, then he will still be right by your side to bear as much as you will let him.

by the time you are both teenagers, you have both become acutely aware of the things you could each do. magic or perhaps superpowers. you both had your theories, but you couldn’t think of any superhero that had to eat monsters and get sick from the taste of it. you would hold suguru’s hair back as the contents of his last meal threatened to come back up after he had to eat one of those things. suguru would hold you up as your vision blurred and darkened, as your body grew tired from the strange abilities you had. but you did these things to protect one another.

to take care of one another.

[castiels-undercoat]

One thing I will say I actually enjoyed abt season 15 was how much they focused on Dean and Cas's relationship, like i feel like you can see it reaching a bubbling point at the end where it almost feels like if Cas HADNT confessed his love in the dungeon then one of them would have done it soon. Like you're gonna tell me that Dean wasnt on the verge of saying it in purgatory?

You can see him fighting back the words bro. 😭 it was crazy to watch this romance on screen and see them coming to terms with the fact that they feel this way about eachother throughout the whole show but i think in season fifteen we also get to see them slowly letting themselves want more, its hardwired into both of their brains that wanting anything is inheriently selfish and i kinda feel like they break through that at the end and feel like they are allowed to want, they are allowed to be in love and they are allowed to have that you know what i mean?

[anticidic]

The fact that Dazai named Atsushi's ability makes me wonder if Dazai named his own ability No Longer Human. Especially the fact that he knew he had his ability since at least before 14.

A 14 year old not thinking of themselves as human. His life had barely begun at that point and he already thought so little of himself.