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Sasuke isn’t mad about liking men he’s mad about liking Naruto. Similarly Naruto isn’t mad about liking Sasuke he’s mad about liking men
This is why Naruto can say the most batshit insane things about what he feels for Sasuke while not being able to interact with Sai normally and this is why Sasuke doesn’t care about Suigetsu rubbing his dick on him but is not capable of saying he loves Naruto unless he’s on a life or death situation
The only thing seperating lovecraft enthusiasts and hentai addicts is the blurry line between fear and arousal.
I endeavor to abolish this line completely, leading us to a new age.
“average user only sees 25 posts per session so they have to be good and varied” factoid actualy just statistical error. average user lives in cave and views 10,000 posts in one unending session. Normal Guy Georg, who has a job and social life & checks tumblr once or twice each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.
we’re all so lucky that a cat can be orange. that’s such an incredible color for a cat to be
one thing about orpheus and eurydice is you guys are all like “i’m different i wouldnt turn to look at her” because you are all familiar with the story of orpheus and eurydice. but orpheus wasnt familiar with the story because he was in it lol.
“i wouldn’t look back bc logically if she’s not there it wouldnt help to look and if she is there looking back would cause me to lose her” cool so has love never made you stupid and insane
another thing thats interesting is i think most people assume its a walk of reasonably short length that you have to resist looking back. but we dont know how long that walk was. its out of the underworld, time could work very differently. could be days. could be months. could you walk for months without looking back to see if your love is okay? i dont think you could
exactly. like oh you’re not going to look back? have you never lost a love? there is so much looking back.
Would it be better if you left?
Leaving is a habit I’ve perfected. I’ve spent lifetimes living like a vagabond, quiet steps always pushing forward.
There is nothing like the peace when I feel the wind on my face, picking up the pace. Every decision is dipped in the hue that I won’t be here long.
But I don’t know how to stop. It is a temporary remedy for the tears, but I have no home. There is no place I belong.
So I just keep leaving.
hi, i love dynamics that r like “we make each other worse” on the surface but when u look deeper it is actually just “we understand each other on a level that no one else does and nudge each other out of our typical comfort zone” which just circles around to “we make each other better”. it’s abt the accidental growth just by being in each other’s lives. idk
You know what I’m a slut for? When a character visibly drops a ruse. Like, the way their face changes the moment they give up a facade and reveal themselves.
This applies to revealing love, apathy, anger, evil intent. I mcfuckin love it.
i’m just saying aragorn son of arathorn oh im sorry STRIDER (one of them rangers what his right name is i never heard etc etc) didn’t need to be that sexy at the prancing pony. like ostensibly he’s trying to lay low but even dipshit little [relatively] eighteen y/o frodo is like hey what’s the deal with that extremely ostentatiously sexy man in the corner
“you draw far too much attention to yourself ‘mister underhill’” if i were frodo i wouldve snapped. jesus christ. i can’t help that i’m two feet shorter than everyone else in this definitely definitely 100% a gay bar but at least i didn’t lurk in a sexy corner making eyes at everybody from under my cloak at least im TRYING to pretend i’m not a protagonist you fine ass idiot. i KNOW i’m being pursued by the black riders which is why i didn’t SERVE CUNT from the SHADOWS. the fellowship of the nerve of this bitch
my blood looks more beautiful than yours it’s a more luscious red
edward cullens not gon a fuck you babe
you’ve picked the right target you’re just a decade late this would’ve ruined me at sixteen
i’m such a “goes home” girl. every time i go somewhere, i just can’t wait to “go home” afterward!
Not to be a Frankenstein apologist but if it were a choice between actually writing my essays for my degree and creating life in an act of hubris against God frankly my procrastination skills are incredibly powerful
people will bring up the fictional murder as if i had anything to do with it or could stop it. like i’m not aware. “you know this freak KILLS people right?” man what do you want me do about that. i’m not his keeper. he’s funny to observe. and also not real