#okay. anyway

[julesdap]

thinking about how the rapture-and-bliss…… isn’t really hope. or maybe it is, but it’s hope corrupted, perverted. because it doesn’t give seb and dev hope, only fantasy. it’s escapism. that’s not what hope is, not the same hope that convinced hayward and paige to birth a god, not the same hope that makes carpenter work for a better world despite all her cynicism.

hope in its truest form is a driving, radicalizing force. what the man in the walls sells is the opposite. its victims literally live in a dream. it’s hope stripped of action. it’s forced optimism to the point of destructiveness. and it just drives home the point that no gods in this universe — the biggest metaphors for oppressive systems and capitalism and overconsumption — can take hold of anything good without corrupting it. because a god must feed.

[mamawasatesttube]

hi. can i interest you in some konentines (kon valentines) on this fine valentine's day?

[coern]

my least favorite type of ship discourse people are those who try to prove it's not canon. close contender was 'it doesn't fit my hc sexuality so it's not canon'

[teacup-captor]

Special deal today only:

U r allowed (And encouraged.) to chase me off tumble if I'm on here for too long for as long as I have this message pinned. I'm procrastinating practicing for an exam I have on tuesday bc I know so little and that makes me scared.

PROCRASTINATING THIS DOES NOT MAKE ME MAGICALLY KNOW MORE DESPITE WHAT MY BRAIN WILL HAVE ME THINKING

Also new rule bc I did this twice and it's funny: 🤜🏻📚 tag means I'm returning to my studies it might be useful just so u don't have to chase me away when I'm already going idk I just wanna use my silly joke more

[devilsskettle]

[admn]

none of this is canon because god knows we don't know shit about them but. thinking about. how the sorrow probably wore his cobras gear for his assassination/sacrifice as way of pledging loyalty not to the soviet union and certainly not to the overpowering grip of the philosophers on the world's superpower nations but to the boss and the cobras. he may not have been able to wriggle from the philosophers' grasp and he probably knew he was just a pawn in a bigger game of chess but by god if he didn't plan on making his intentions known even in death

[ashes-in-a-jar]

Forget about torturing your blorbos, putting them through the wringer. I'm putting my blorbo in perfectly ordinary, pleasant situations. Their tortured personality will cause them anguish anyway, making an absolutely mundane scene into the most dramatic, agony filled affair as though the world is ending and it's all their fault

[mroddmod]

soos was crying behind the camera btw

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Dick, holding Wally’s hand while they lie in bed: God I love this bed. God I love this house. And you. Especially you.

Voice: How domestic.

Wally: God?

Damian in his Robin suit, holding his bleeding side: No. It’s me. May one of you please direct me to the nearest medical kit.

[Frantic scrambling]

[humming-fly]

I love how Gerald was trying to keep Shadow from spoiling anything about the future meanwhile literally everything Shadow says and does around Maria is the biggest death flag ever

[paintedcrows]

*through tears* HER LITTLE POG CHAMP

[bulldog-butch]

i’m gonna say something controversial yet brave: sexuality labels are a convenient tool we use to define something that is undefinable

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[gongyussy]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[aesthetic-uni]

It’s that time of the year again

[canonkiller]

but you can't keep holding on like this.