#the pain it's making me feel is just

[stars-and-branches]

Chronic pain pisses me off cause I'm not even incapacitated for like a cool or badass reason instead my body is throwing the world's biggest temper tantrum because it's raining outside

[densewentz]

a quick silly sketch based off my earlier post about the Cat King having a mistaken identity crisis when Edwin and Co. don't recognize him in his new cat form post-esther

[cheesenchalk]

i never know how to phrase it but something about the way beatles biographers and people in general view paul's reflexive placating persona and determination to smooth things over as manipulative or duplicitous and john's reflexive barbed persona and habit of lashing out as brave and subversive despite both being equally defensive mechanisms to shield themselves from the world that resulted in them saying things that weren't true says more about how we culturally view kindness or friendliness as inherently untrustworthy or flimsy and anger and carelessness as more believable as someone's true nature than it says about either of them in actuality

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

finally at that age where i'm thinking i should get a tattoo. not bc i feel strongly about it, just seems like a waste not to. i've got so much skin i'm not using

[petricorah]

scenes i loved from Real Enough to Get Me Through by @marriedzukka <333 [ids in alt]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.

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[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I think you might have been a father to me, once.

You used to be more than just another man who hurt me in my life.

Reference pic!

[stellaltumi]

shoutout to all the fellow disabled people who spread awareness and advocacy even when they have no energy to do so, I see you, I love you, and you are so deeply appreciated. your story has the potential to be someone else's survival guide.

[napping-sapphic]

I just want to fall in love with someone who makes me feel safe like even when we’re angry or sad or upset i just want to know that both of us are still going to be okay

[yunogf]

J VHS HORROR COLLECTION inspo x x

[deadn30n]

                 his  anger  is  thinly  veiled:  a  single  breath,  a  single  crack,  and  his  perfectly  cut  visage  would  scatter  across  the  ground  like  beads  from  a  broken  necklace.  while  Shen  Qingqiu  is  busy  internally  lamenting  over  this  pretty  face  gone  sour,  Liu  Qingge  is  doing  everything  in  his  power  not  to  sharpen  his  words  against  Shen  Qingqiu's  fragile  ego.  he  thinks  he's  doing  the  right  thing   –   he's  blinded  by  his  bias,  by  his  desperation  to  kneel  before  the  altar  of  Luo  Binghe's  own  sins  and  pay  penance.  but  they  weren't  his  to  repay!  Liu  Qingge's  mind  is  that  of  a  torrential  rainstorm   –   his  thoughts  tumble  violently  against  all  sides  of  his  head,  his  body  quakes  with  each  thundering  roar  of  animosity  layered  into  his  veins.  Luo  Binghe,  Luo  Binghe,  Luo  Binghe--

                  everything  always  circled  back  to  that  despicable  beast!  did  Shen  Qingqiu  care  nothing  for  what  that  child  did  to  him?  grown  adult  as  he  was,  in  Liu  Qingge's  eyes,  he  was  still  nothing  but  a  disgraceful,  spoiled  brat.  a  blemish  on  the  immaculate  record  of  Qing  Jing  Peak.  never  once  does  Liu  Qingge  recall  in  the  past  there  being  someone  so  indiscriminately  despicable  like  him.  had  he  the  stones  to  come  study  at  Bai  Zhan  Peak  instead,  Liu  Qingge  probably  would've  pulverized  him  while  he  still  had  the  chance.  but  thanks  to  his  demonic  blood  awakening,  that  fantasy  was  nothing  more  than  just  that:  a  fantasy.  Liu  Qingge  let  out  a  barely  contained  scoff  and  furrowed  his  brows.   “   haven't  you  spent  enough  time  cleaning  up  his  messes?  when  are  you  going  to  see  that  it  isn't  your  responsibility  anymore?  denounce  that  brat,  it's  easier  for  all  of  us.   ”   his  breathing's  shallow,  his  every  word  falls  from  his  lips  like  a  thousand  bolders  are  tied  to  it.  they  carry  the  weight  of  complicated  feelings  stored  haphazardly  beneath  the  sturdy  cage  of  his  rib  bones.  how  can  Shen  Qingqiu  continue  to  turn  a  blind  eye?  hasn't  he  seen  it  yet?  Luo  Binghe  is  bad  news.  he's  nothing  but  misfortune.  every  time  Shen  Qingqiu  goes  to  chase  after  him,  it's  always  resulted  in  some  sort  of  injury   –   even  death.  Shen  Qingqiu  has  suffered  so  many  misfortunes  at  the  hands  of  his  own  noble  desire  to  pick  up  after  Luo  Binghe  that  Liu  Qingge  is  terrified  there  won't  be  anything  left  of  him  in  the  end.

                  it's  like  a  piece  of  Shen  Qingqiu  is  peeled  from  his  soul  and  used  to  fill  the  holes  that've  been  punctured  in  Luo  Binghe,  leaving  him  more  hollow  than  the  last  time.  Liu  Qingge  just  couldn't  wrap  his  mind  around  it;  what  had  Luo  Binghe  done  to  have  him  wrapped  so  tightly  around  his  finger?  why  wasn't  Liu  Qingge  good  enough  for  Shen  Qingqiu?  what  did  Luo  Binghe  have  that  Liu  Qingge  didn't?  or  was  he  doomed  from  the  start  to  never  be  a  light  in  Shen  Qingqiu's  eyes?  he  felt  his  heart  stutter  in  his  throat  at  the  thought;  unconsciously  his  hand  brushed  against  the  ivory  fan  hidden  beneath  his  robes.  it  was  the  original  ornament  Shen  Qingqiu  had  always  carried  around  with  him,  and  Liu  Qingge  kept  it  with  him  after  his  death  as  a  memento.  even  though  Shen  Qingqiu  was  very  much  alive  now,  Liu  Qingge  wasn't  willing  to  part  with  it.  so  he  kept  it  concealed  against  his  own  body   –   against  his  heart,  desperate  for  even  a  sliver  of  Shen  Qingqiu  to  grace  his  flesh.  he  didn't  yet  know  that  the  relationship  between  Shen  Qingqiu  and  Luo  Binghe  wasn't  what  he  convinced  himself  it  to  be,  but..   “   ….     ”   Shen  Qingqiu  had  made  his  choice,  and  Liu  Qingge  could  do  nothing  except  deny  it.

                  the  hand  gripping  Cheng  Luan's  hilt  relaxed  and  withdrew,  but  only  so  he  could  make  a  hand-sign,  gathering  qi  and  manipulating  the  blade  to  separate  from  it's  sheath.  it  went  soaring  directly  for  Shen  Qingqiu,  but  carried  no  ilm  of  desire  to  actually  harm  him.  in  fact,  it  looked  rather  dispirited  as  it  sped  toward  him.  it  was  aimed  for  his  throat,  but  would  deviate  at  the  last  second   –   a  meager  warning.   “   i  can't  let  you  go.   ”   he  said  coldly.   “   i  can't  let  you  kill  yourself  again  for  him.   ”   the  sword  swooped  down  and  began  to  dance  around  him   –   he  knew  Xiu  Ya  wouldn't  hesitate  to  shield  it's  master,  even  though  Cheng  Luan  was  absent  of  murderous  intent.  in  fact,  it  seemed  to  carry  the  same  sorrow  it's  master  did,  though  it  showed  it  more  readily  than  Liu  Qingge  himself  as  it  avoided  inflicting  any  real  harm  onto  Shen  Qingqiu's  figure.

Shen Qingqiu had lamented this egregious lapse in judgement so many times during his stint as master airplane shooting toward the sky’s most avid reader and aggrieved hater. Proud immortal demon way proclaimed itself a stallion novel of the cultivation variety and yet blatantly refused to exploit the usage of assiduously cultivated sword techniques. Oh airplane bro, if only you had used even a fraction of your brains towards the substance of your novel and not flagrantly relied on Luo Binghe’s golden halo and harem of significant female leads turned lust-addled and witless. It is an expression he guards behind decorum or the elegant corrugation of his fan, as a participant in this world he no longer found himself capable of turning a blind-eye to the author’s utter ineptitude. why don't they use their fucking swords ??

The resolute jade of his gaze bores itself into the ridges of his blanched knuckles, wanting to shake his head in disbelief, for how flawless was that face that was now blighted by rupturing indignation. As if a vein upon his forehead might protrude from his skin and thrum out an incensed cadence to reprimand him. ❝ It is this master’s responsibility to see his disciple causes no more trouble for others. ❞ his timbre betrays little of his inner thoughts, having long since assumed the identity of that proud peak lord rather than merely LARPING as him. He does not expect Liu-shidi can fully understand the inextricable way that shizun and his defiant disciple have become woven yet, there’s something else simmering within his gaze that drives unease between his ribs. They were not so different in that regard, keeping their emotions drawn taut and under their explicit control but whereas Shen Qingqiu sometimes had to resist the urge to roll his eyes until they disappeared into his skull forever, Liu Qingge’s ire contorted his visage thoroughly. ❝  There is no other recourse — if you must be angry, then be angry at me, this is my decision after all.  ❞ even if his words are placid, gentle ripples spreading across a surface of still water, the other was still furious enough to splash mindlessly through the shallows and into the precarious depths. Was he set on drowning ? insane ? If someone were to understand the repercussions of earning his disciple’s wrath it would be Liu-shidi, had they not been locked in a heated battle for years now ? Ah, was he merely too incensed to use his head ? Shen Qingqiu does not think he could bear seeing him reduced to canon-fodder after he had put so much effort into altering their cruel, callous narrative.

His fingers move towards xiu ya who almost trembles at the thought of having to injure someone who he cares for, no, no, those were his own fucking fingers betraying him, quivering as if he were some naive disciple and not a motherfucking peak lord. ❝  … this master does not want to fight you.  ❞ however the intricately carved hilt of his blade sits against the smooth jade of his palm urgently, all but anticipating the initial strike that will come down with every ounce of fervid anger surging through him. He almost wants to add please, have they not suffered enough ? was there not enough suffering to fill the grousing stomachs of all who hungered from here until the next fucking lifetime ? he furrows his brow slightly, betraying the seemingly immaculate poise he eternally wore. ❝ Liu-shidi, please. ❞  understand, or retrieve your hand from the hilt of your blade, do you not see how your knuckles are straining ? your veins threatening to burst ? he meets his gaze and holds it unwaveringly, knowing that the one who strikes first could not be him. 

[raviollies]

I know it's been said but the changes to Maria really grate on me because....this doesn't even read as the same character anymore. Maria's design was purposeful, a very clear specific concept of a 'cool sexy girl who wears leopard print and crop tops, and have a belly button piercing and a tattoo' - it combines to a stand out character portrait of not just Maria but of James, because THATS what he finds sexy and was a stark contrast to modest, sickly Mary. The new design literally just looks like a teacher or a manager now, what the hell is that supposed to tell me about either of their sexualities.

And no this isn't a case of 'tHe cEnSorINg' - this is just misunderstanding the themes. Maria wasn't needlessly sexy, objectified for the viewer; her sex appeal was referenced in the story, and was an important part of it, one of the MAJOR themes.

[stillgotscars]

you know what makes me so queasy? the progression from “i once was poison ivy, but now i’m your daisy” → “pick your poison, babe, i’m poison either way” and “i’m the death you chose, you’re in terrible danger”

[chrliekclly]

ummm first time becoming self conscious about the way you act with your best friend because of some middle school bullies :)

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

edwin is a better, stronger man than i, because i would be infinitely more dramatic and petty in his position when crystal enters the scene and charles starts paying attention to her. i would have comic!edwin’s reaction at least (accusing charles of choosing girls over him, storming off to solve cases on his own and deciding to do shit that will get him into trouble so that charles has to come rescue him, etc) but i’d probably take it a step further. i’d be like “i guess you want me to go back to hell then since i’m basically nothing to you 😒” and then i’d legitimately go back to hell JUST to see if he came after me. if he didn’t come after me then an eternity of torture in hell is nothing compared to the pain of rejection and being replaced. but i’m also incredibly mentally ill, so.

(james acaster once told a story about a christmas where he asked his parents for a spice girls cd. he found out whilst at the pool with his family that his sister was getting the cd instead of him. naturally, he tried to drown himself in the pool to make his parents feel guilty. that’s my vibe if i were ever in edwin’s position.)

[shepherds-of-haven]

wish it was cool and acceptable to write fanfiction of your own work, especially before the original work is actually done 😂