At Least - Blog Posts
Tumblers hiding my posts & not showing them in the tags I've posted them with again, so I'm reposting this so see if it'll play nice :/
I’d consider sitting at 5, 8, and 12; they're all pretty chill, and I like pretty much all of them. A much as I love Kokichi, and Byakuya; Fuyuhiko and Kokichi would no DOUBT fight like children and Byakuya would probably just sit there and give them dirty looks.
and 7 would just be a disaster. Nagito’s love/hate for Junko would probably lead to them physically fighting while Miu laughs at them and makes dirty jokes.
I saw this on Reddit for the danganronpa fans
I would probably sit at 2, 5 or 16
Stay away from 7
What do you pick?
What do you think Tumblr is for?
they need to make an app for the mentally ill …
idk why people act like polyam relationships are literally the devil's spawn you are acting like multiple girls kissing and fucking eachother consensually killed your grandma RELAX!
like it's not hard to respect something especially if it ain't your cup of tea( polyam personally is not my thing cuz I hold a lot of trauma towards it, but I don't go out of my way shaming others for it that's just loser shit in my opinion)
I need more of your wips
have some snack-sized 1941 angst, i have way too many of those just. sitting in my wip folders
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"It's not—listen, I don't—"
"Angel," Crowley interrupts him, far more gently than he thought himself capable of. "I know."
Some of the tension bleeds from Aziraphale's body, and his fingers still, unclenching and leaving behind pale half-moon scars on the outside of his wrist. His cheeks are flushed with a bottle of wine and the taste of it on Crowley's tongue, and when he inhales to calm his own trembling hands, he is hit with a wave of unconcealed desire. For a second, it is impossible to tell where Aziraphale's ends and his begins—not that it matters anymore, not with three feet of space and the weight of God's gaze separating them.
"I know," he repeats, trying to forget the caress of tear-stained lips on his throat, the press of warm hands on his face, his ribs, sliding down and down, and—
He pulls his shades out of wherever he had banished them and slides them back into place, gritting his teeth at the disappointment settling on Aziraphale's face. Dawn is an hour away, and the pleasant chill of angel-blue eyes meeting the hidden gold of his makes him consider staying until the sky turns grey; yearning for another taste of something is so much more dangerous than the temptation of the unknown. Crowley knows that if he does not leave now, he probably never will.
"See you soon?"
Aziraphale smiles, fragile, hopeful, scared. The brittle glass inside his chest holding back centuries of desperate longing is beginning to crack, forming the tiniest fracture, and Crowley allows the next sentence to slip through; just this once, he lets himself be honest.
"Couldn't live without you, angel."
Within one inhale and the next, he is gone, and Aziraphale watches the door unblinking until the sun washes away Crowley's shadow.
Botw is such an interesting take on post apocalypse, because it isn't really dystopian. It is a wound healed over, a world that has forgotten the end of itself, and in that, has begun anew. Grandparents whisper their nightmares into the wind, and smile at their kin. The garrisons that remain are sodden ashes in the dirt, a burial ground, and the most fertile soil for miles. You do not know the past that your body remembers. You do not know the voices that linger, and yet you follow. You follow, because the world has forgotten you, and you have nothing that is yours to remember.
I don't think I ever gave Arakawa enough credit for having a running gag where her protagonist is constantly denying he's short, then having him fight the literal incarnation of the sin Pride and win against that sin in part by not flipping out for once in response to mockery over his stature but saying it gives him an advantage in this battle to know how short people fight.
He Owns that He's Short and Thus He Overcomes Pride. It's VERY funny.
a couple of af attacks i rlly like :)
axe (clown) belongs to @sammylux + hypnagogia belongs to fleshkitty on twt / x
Dazai just annoying the shit out of Chuuya:
Chuuya: *looks up* Whatever deity that is up there, please give me patience,
*looks down* And Arahabaki give me strength to punt this guy through the wall if that patience runs out.
everyone has those authors that you would be so unhinged about if they were introduced in bsd right?
mine are: emily dickinson (it might be too late for her but I’m in denial), franz kafka, and any german author but especially goethe (c’mon asagiri give us the rest of the transcendents) and schiller. I’m not able to describe how unhinged I would be if any of them get introduced
christmas eve what about christmas adam
After 3 months there has been an incident, i have to stay strong, is going to be some rough days, but i will manage (wish me luck)
eventually, that's all any of us will ever have
recognising your parent's mannerisms in yourself and physically feeling psychic damage occur
Feel free to ignore if you don’t take requests, it’s fine!!
If you do, if I may ask, may you draw a bit of trans Flug? Even if it’s just a single drawing (if you don’t wanna, once again it’s ok!!)
This may sound a bit selfish but someone called me a slur online for headcanning him as trans and I’m sorta sad now :( Your blog makes me happy so I thought to ask you (assuming your blog is safe for trans ppl-)
Have a good day either way tho :) hope I’m not being rude or intruding or anything!
The trans Flug hc is super valid anon :D! and ofc my blog is safe for y'all!
Remind me again HOW THE FUCK BRIDGET IS STILL ALIVE??
I have reached the point of overthinking that I am aware I am overthinking and have now handed over my word vomit of an overthought thought process over and am awaiting to be hit with the simple solution/answer like the school bus and train meme