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sage-is-in-fact-very-tired · 7 months ago
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You're cornered, a blade held tight to your neck ready to slice and cut should you be anything but good and perfect and useful. Your teeth are bared, too sharp and trying desperately to bite the hand that feeds you - trying desperately to bite and kill something that will let you escape from this hell of repetition.
You're dangerous - yet you break so easily. You're a loyal soldier who does as they're told and asked - yet you're beginning to doubt the man you stand beside. You're loyal to a terrible, terrible fault - but having to kill your friends is one step too far over the edge you're teetering on. Maybe it was good, maybe it will get you the praise you desperately strive for, but standing atop your house sobbing and breaking down - trying so desperately to convince yourself this is temporary and good and *you're not a bad person*, doesn't really hold that same impression.
There's blood on your hands again - more permanent and literal than it was with Momboo, and deeper and darker and a harder stain to scrub than it was with Ocie. It seeps into your gloves like an infection slowly rotting away your bones - rotting away *you.* It stains them a deep, deep red; a color so deep that won't come clean from the canvas. It stains your hands pink, dyeing them red in a way that won't come clean - won't come *off* - no matter how hard you scrub.
You keep trying and trying and *trying* - and you just keep failing. There is no being good in this - there are other ways; pleasing the person holding your best friend above your head isn't going to get you anywhere - because there is no, there never has been, any friend to bring back. It's temporary, you tell yourself, and yet you can't even convince yourself of that.
There are asterisks upon asterisks attached to your words; so many unsaid "right?"s that attach themselves to the ends of your sentences. Worries and questions and fears you don't voice yet permeate your actions; moving your birds away from your bed to the safety of a tower because you're so so terrified the hands made to hurt and harm and *kill* will do so upon something so innocent. So terrified you'll hurt the only things still willing to try and help and protect you. You're worried, so terrified, that these hands that were made for killing - that were *made* to be stained with blood - will do so; that they will follow through with their intended purpose. The unsaid terror that your hands, the ones made with the distinct purpose to harm and bleed, will kill and rot and decay until there is nothing of your friends, and your family, and yourself.
You're terrified - bareing too sharp teeth at anyone who dares try to help. You're a cornered animal, not afraid to bite and harm - but only doing so out of fear. A raptorous bird they call you, your brother a drake cornered - but aren't you, too, cornered? Only raptorous out of necessity for survival, shoved much too far into a too-small corner with a too sharp blade held to your neck - prepared to take your life without much of a second thought.
Raptorous you are, Icarus, but too are you cornered and terrified. Your hands stained red with the blood of a friend and the blood of family. You can't scrub them clean, not anymore, not *like this* - but gods, how you will try. (And gods, how you will fail.) You will try so desperately to convince yourself; and fail and break and *shatter* because you can't. It's temporary, you tell yourself, but the cracks start to show and the doubt starts to creep and the tears start to *fall* - and suddenly there is no coming back from this.
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lemonlokkich · 2 months ago
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I think.... That they're just a little guy, y'know. Just a dude... A bit silly, but that's okay, cuz they're just little.
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mister13eyond · 2 months ago
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Nothing is worse than being queer in blue city in a red state, knowing how much of that red state is populated by BIPOC who have been disenfranchised by voter suppression and gerrymandering and generations of redlining, and then hearing people talk about how everyone who lives in that state is a white redneck trump supporter
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soul-wanderer · 8 months ago
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and a very friendly reminder that in 6x12 Abby says "I may not be your Mother, but you are my family, Raven"
she doesn't say "but you are like a daughter to me"
because Raven was never that and it's made abundantly clear in what would be some of Abby's final words to Raven
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snarp · 5 months ago
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They think they eat cheese
(the cats)
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jennsterjay · 9 months ago
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ugh between tumblrs ceo attacking trans people, palestine activism censorship, and kosa looming in the background like a snake I should just backup literally all lgbt fanfics/fanart I've ever read and get my mutuals/friends discords
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unbrcakablc-hcart · 1 year ago
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Fuuuuck I hurt.
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tiixij · 1 year ago
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thinking about when Sakura said something was as big as a bus even though there's no road infrastructure so they can't possibly have buses
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assim-eu-sou · 1 year ago
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ok gery is objectively irritating but this IS how this arc makes me feel
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stanleypollable · 2 years ago
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IM GONNA FIGHT THAT ANON, THAT PERSON WANTS TO USELESSLY CAUSE PROBLEMS ABD BRING PEOPLE DOWN, HOW ABOUT THEY GET THE HUG/PUNCH COMBO, MINUS THE HUG SINCE THEY DONT EVEN DESERVE THAT
FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT!!
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no i don't want to use your ai assistant. no i don't want your ai search results. no i don't want your ai summary of reviews. no i don't want your ai feature in my social media search bar (???). no i don't want ai to do my work for me in adobe. no i don't want ai to write my paper. no i don't want ai to make my art. no i don't want ai to edit my pictures. no i don't want ai to learn my shopping habits. no i don't want ai to analyze my data. i don't want it i don't want it i don't want it i don't fucking want it i am going to go feral and eat my own teeth stop itttt
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alleesaur · 3 months ago
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doodling a bunny vs doodling a hare
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andisupreme · 3 months ago
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At the company retreat, one extremely drunk girl asked what my pronouns were. (Eventually, it took her a while to word the question.) After the whole conversation was done, she goes- "YEAHHH GURL, Get on with--with THY bad self! See what I did?? They/them/thy."
I was almost holding back tears from trying not to laugh as I told her yes that's great you nailed it honey. Thank you very much I am feeling the love.
Anyway I've been assigned Thee/Thine at Supportive Drunk Girl
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evilgoodguys · 3 months ago
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he’d forgotten how much he missed that smile.
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hansoeii · 3 months ago
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the honda odyssey, huh?
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