*camera filming like a documentary. Vaggie is narrating. The camera focuses on Husk reading on the couch*
Vaggie: This is Husk. He enjoys his personal space-
*camera pans out to reveal Angel laying across Husk’s lap*
Vaggie: This is Angel. He also enjoys Husk’s personal space.
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I kinda hopped into the dc fandom by reading fics (I know I know lmao)
But as I've read more comics and looked into different characterization and analysis I now have a more developed idea as to how I view a lot of the characters and have preferences to how their written. I'm def the type to click out a fic if I find myself thinking 'he would not fucking say that'
Anyway this is just to say it's very funny to me when I go thru some of the fics I bookmarked at the begining of my interest and find myself going Uh Oh! I don't think I can read this anymore!
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"if i isolate myself and just focus on doing my own thang free from the pressure of the eyes of others, then I become more comfortable w myself and gain some semblance of being assured in myself" okay good BUT ->
"if i spend time alone doing my own thang without the pressure of eyes of others for very long and let myself just exist, then i will indulge in things that make me happy, and the things that make me happy tend to be outside of the general view of "normal interests", and this will make me into a very strange person who has very specific interests and is annoying to others bc they became too comfortable with their weirdness and forgot they have to be normal"
so basically i have to just. hate myself a little bit all the time because if I like myself then I annoy people. argrgrhgrghh
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re last reblog i feel like so much of tumblrs or rather fandoms obsession with like unhealthy dynamics in romantic relationships and especially the obsession with defining love as something that can be consuming and dangerous and toxic, something that can harm you because its too intense and too passionate or whatever else, and finding that to be poetic or meaningful in a unique way stems from like. two things. 1. not recognizing that the abuse theyve endured in the name of love (could be from anyone, including parents, friends, even teachers, etc.) was actually abuse (and perpetuating the idea that it isnt by openly romanticizing it) or 2. never having been in the situations theyre describing themselves, so it has a certain charm or allure or mystery to it and they're treating it as something to ponder from a safe distance, rather than the incredibly banal sort of everyday evil that it actually is. anyway my point with all this is that i dont have time for this shit 👍
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