Constantine And Zatanna Core (platonically)

Men.

Why is it the case that so many men mostly help or act nice towards women because they want sex? And then God forbid she declines, then it's all "After everything I did for you?" and "I'm not surprised. You women don't like being treated with respect." Respect. Really? In your books, strategically showing kindness to a woman in order to pressure her into doing you sexual favours is deemed as "respect"? Wow.

What if I said that I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry makes me think of Arthur and The Butcher? What then?

The voice in my head that narrates everything either sounds like Jonathan Sims or John Doe from Malevolent and I'm starting to think that I've developed some mild obsessions

I understand cannibalism can be a metaphor for toxic love and all that, but I need cannibalism as a metaphor for being touch starved. You need contact so badly is a deep hunger, something that can only be solved by the feeling lf flesh giving way to teeth, of warm, gushing blood. A hunger that's so deep, the very thought is sickening yet you still crave, you still want, you still need, and even though you feel as if you aren't deserving of such touch, you still crave it lile a starving wolf craves prey, like the only thing that could stop the rotting ache in your chest is the crunch of bones and the squelching of organs

It just clocked that John and Arthur really tried to hit Kayne with the 'look at me... This isn't you!!' and I can't stop thinking about it

STOP I LOVE HOW YOU DREW HIM JABEJEJSHD

Kayne how I love & hate you

“why do you still use tumblr?”

listen— i have to keep track of my hyper fixations somehow