#little blind

[gabrielokun]

[misanaco]

love is in all the places you forget to look at, and all the places you remember to.

i always believed loving was the act of reciprocation. the kind of love where iron rots away underneath the weight of our molars and we lose six of our teeth to look like the little children from seven years ago. in my head, my friends loved me, which is to say, i loved them. i always believed loving was the act of reciprocation, four years later, when i was no longer eleven and my friends laughed at me until i started to look like i would snitch to the teacher. but i would never. i bite love under my teeth to be a good friend.

and i would always believe love was a damaged bullet. sometimes it took it four years to hit an empty shell.

and richocet.

it took us six months to do away with my feet, where my bones crumbled under the weight of looking at you one by one; and we would stop talking only to meet each other again and fall in love in a boring month. when i told my best friend about it, she thought i seemed too serious for it to be a real thing and we laughed it off as a joke. and three months in you would say you loved me almost too much for it to exist in this world, and because love was an act of reciprocation; my sincerity had gotten to you. i used to believe love was a damaged bullet, and it would almost always crash before hitting the target, which is to say we would never make it but we meant to.

what does it take for a broken arrow to miss its target and return to the archer; i found out broken things never knew to richocet. and i save recordings on my phone until it's out of storage right back from the day you leave and the love is still there. too much of it. i have always been at war with myself since the day you left, and i have been looking for peace only to end up with martyrs, and a doomed hometown.

and then, i associate love with vision; maybe god created me first when he built these eyeballs, and i look at you down to the folds of skin underneath yours. and then, loving is the act of looking.

maybe as much as i long to see you again, i also dread it; because i would eat away my tongue for the loss of language. maybe i would simply look at you then. and love is the act of looking. maybe love is not reciprocation because i did not stop loving you long after you left too, and i am looking at you constantly and there is just about enough love in this world. i think the thing about love is that it comes in places where it is useless. maybe that is why i am the only one looking.

because if you looked back, we could make so much use out of it.

two weeks into being heartbroken over our breakup, my mother would say God is everywhere, with so much conviction in her words that i almost end up looking at God, with my hands in my lap - useless and empty, and wondering how to catch him. a week later i would walk upto her and ask her where that is and she would look at me in disbelief as if i could not see something so obvious for myself - but to see, you must first love. she would then drag me out of the house and tell me the sky is blue over houses where children starve to death and become orphans, their mothers constantly begging god to fix their cursed fate, and she tells me if they looked up, they would realise there is so much life in them. and the act of looking is as useless as the act of loving - because the two are the same - because you could just choose where to lay your eyes.

maybe you would be crying and your eyes would be fixed at the turn of the wall of the room, your knees bent at the floor like the world were crumbling and then, you would just be looking. maybe you could see the weeds blooming out of the iron odour of filthy blood. she would say love is in every place you forget to look at, and in every place you remember to. she means to talk about God, but everytime she talks of religion it is almost hard to not talk about love.

i also wonder if love is also as omnipresent as God, and why the two are so hard to find. and then i wake up at 6am but there is the crisp odour of burnt charcoal and a little, little sound of death, and i almost feel nice because everyone is just sleeping soundly beside each other - before i realise how fucked everything is. maybe death is such a curse because there is love. maybe we are scared of war more for this love than the dead bodies. and then, you.

maybe i am still alive even though you do not love me back, and the weight of this love is almost making me uglier, but i am glad i love you like this. i am glad i am looking for god in everything you left behind that you deemed useless, and in the soil that i chew so i can do away with the sound of war, and in the trees and in 6am, everywhere. which is to say i am glad i am looking for love everywhere. and loving is the act of looking. i believe i have almost never realised how there is so much i could take for myself, and be the lover of- because loving is the act of looking. and as long as i can deem myself the lover of everything, they could take away my eyeballs too - and i would still find god at the tips of your fingertips. they are almost too heavenly, too gorgeous and there are heartbeats in my throat. maybe i could survive this apocalypse for you. maybe loving is not the act of reciprocation like i used to think. it's vision.

and i am glad you could almost never take away my vision. and love is in all the places you forgot to look at, and all the places you remembered to. maybe love is not inside me and i am inside love, and my mother is tugging at my sleeves and pushing me to look at the photograph she received of me before she went through the labor of giving birth to me. and she says i look like her before placing her lips at the top of my forehead (she looks like the last person to like herself). and she is placing a photograph into my palms of my father holding me almost too tender and i realise i am not so damaged - after losing you. maybe he has always held me this tender, even when he makes me cry. and i despise cruelty, but i see mother laughing her flesh out - heartily - looking at the old sd card she looks almost too happy about finding while cleaning the house. look.

sd card. no memory of you. and i almost feel blind.

[lurkinginnernarrator]

POV: you are playing poker. you're to the left of the dealer.

You keep on calling it 'little blind' instead of 'small blind'.

thanks xue yang

[faeratil]

A-Qing “Little Blind”

The Untamed

Please don’t repost

Reblogs appreciated ❤️

[katherine-smith-xo]

i think it’s important to spread awareness of flawed scientific practices. date your lineage findings, people! this is how mistakes are made

[jojo-schmo]

In this house, we cherish Helpy. We thank him for his hard work and pat his head and give him all the candy that he wants because is a good and lovable little cub!!

[homkamiro]

HEY DID YOU KNOW YOUR ART IS EXCELLENT AND YOUR LINEWORK IS STUNNING AND YOUR EXPRESSIONS ARE PEAK

HELLO??? AM I REAL IS THIS REAL??? THETRIGGEREDHAPPY IN MY ASK???????? I💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

dude i am SUCH a fan of your works you have NO idea, like I think if I hadn't read running blind that day i wouldn't be so fixated on speeding bullet right now. I reread nearly ALL of your fanfictions and I recommend you to every one of my friends. And seeing you here praising my art is just😭💥i need a minute

In a gratitude making a small comic based on that one moment from Little Things🗣️🗣️your dialogue writing is one of the best I've seen in YEARS and ngl I do plan someday making an animatic based on one of your fics perhaps...someday....and only if you're okay with that.....

[potato-lord-but-not]

obligatory Oscar post 🫶🫶

[echollama]

Lantern Rite 2024 doodles!

This year's event hit a bit close to home for me personally, and I loved it🥰🥰🥰

[falling-star-cygnus]

tell me why i just spent twenty minutes looking for a comic panel of Deadpool having his mask revealing the lower half of his face -> only to find it in exactly two seconds when i change the search to “deadpool x wolverine”

ANYWAY LOOK AT THEM <33

Wade and Blind Al cuddling while he regrows his limbs is my favorite thing ever, why does nobody talk about this more

and where was this in the third movie, GIVE ME MY CUDDLE SCENE GODDAMNIT

[kyoshi-lesbians]

The Blind Bandit | The Bullpen

[video description: an amv of Toph as the Blind Bandit set to The Bullpen by Dessa, focused on her earthbending skills fighting in Earth Rumble VI. the ending sequence shows her leaving her home to join Aang, Katara, and Sokka. end description.]

forget the bull in the china shop / there's a china doll in the bullpen

[gabrielokun]

[mikonez]

no one look at me I had a difficult day alright

[starry-bi-sky]

my martha knight au in a nutshell:

Danny/Martha: see up here?

Danny/Martha: *taps skull*

Danny/Martha: intense psychological damage

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Danny/Martha: *upon finding out she's pregnant*

Danny/Martha: oh my god i cant be a mom, I'm fifteen and homeless--

Danny/Martha: im going to be a terrible mother--

Danny/Martha: i live in a cAR--

Danny/Martha: what if the baby inherits my powers? Oh no--

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Danny/Martha post giving birth: i've only had Bruce for a minute and a half but if anything were to happen to him i won't even need to fuse with Vlad, I'm razing this goddamn planet to the ground myself

Danny, to Baby Bruce: you are the last remaining thread of my sanity. I'm going to give you the world :)

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Danny/Martha prior to getting pregnant: Fuck it, if everything in my life has led to this moment, i'm allowed to make one stupid decision. I'm getting drunk and getting laid

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Danny/Martha while Bruce was a toddler: i swear to fucking god i am going to kill the next person who talks to me--

Bruce: hi mommy!! i brought you something!!!

Danny/Martha, immediately flipping on a dime: hi baby!! what do you have?

Bruce, a weird child like his mother: a spider :)

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Danny/Martha, talking to Falcone after he made an unsavory comment at her and Bruce: If you ever come near me or my son again, I will dig up your shithead father's corpse and make you eat his skin.

Danny/Martha: do you understand me

Falcone:... crystal, ma'am

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Danny/Martha new in Gotham: *getting mugged*

Danny/Martha: *grabs man's arm*

Danny/Martha: I AM GOING TO BREAK YOU IN HALF LIKE A TWIG, FUCK BOY, DO YOU HEAR THE WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH--

(she then proceeds to terrorize Gotham's night life for the next extended period of time, mostly unintentionally)

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Danny/Martha: Danny Fenton?? No. you must be mistaken, my name is Martha Knight.

Danny/Martha: this here is my littlest knight, Bruce.

Danny/Martha: I made him all by myself :]

[mismess]

Man he REALLY doesn't wanna be at this goddamn pool party

[inkclover]

A wild Heket joins your party!🍄🍁