And If We Kick All Of The Catholic Girlies Out Of Tumblr, Who's Going To Write The Gothic Literature

Yanshen are so funny to me because Yan Wushi’s supervillain plot to make Shen Qiao evil and spiteful almost barely works but like. Specifically only towards Yan Wushi

Shen Qiao is consistently amicable and peaceful towards people who have wronged him in the past and almost never actively seeks revenge but the literal moment Yan Wushi opens his mouth he’s like “maybe I should give this person a Head Injury”

Found this template on Pinterest and ofc I had to draw my pookie (and I suck at expressions lmao but alas I embrace mediocrity)

Playing with his forehead kanji is so silly and fun bahahaha

can't stand them

Genya Shinazugawa

most important thing to remember about being a woman is if youre married you have to go under the covers with your husband and laugh cutely and play wrestle so when you die to progress the narrative he can remember it in slow motion montages

Being the eldest (and a daughter no less) is great and all, and I'm pretty good at it. But I'd rate it 2/5. Would not recommend 🫠

Another email from our good friend Jonathan and I'm beginning to think it's not the paprika making him feel odd.

At least he’s staying positive!

Soooo, the pope died 🫠 I know I'm sorta, kinda Catholic and all, but do you think I'd be excommunicated and burned at the stake if I suggest we just don't get a new one (pope)? We should just shut this thing down. I don't need another old, unmarried, childless man trying to guilt me into getting married and having children 😐 My queer ass is so close to throwing hands.

I'm loving Welcome to Samdalri and just Shin Hye Sun in general. She's really impressing me as an actress. Girl's got talent 🤩

welcome to samdalri — cho sam dal icons

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Grief

I wrote this in like an hour and based it on my own struggles with grief. Especially grieving those who’ve hurt you. I didn’t edit this at all, if you see glaring issues feel free to lmk so i can fix them. Hope you enjoy ig

“I’m supposed to hate you

I SHOULD HATE YOU

After everything, i should despise you.”

So why is Atsushi crying at the Headmasters grave? Why is he mourning the first father like figure he can remember? Why is he mourning the person who hurt him the most? The person who practically begged him to hate him all those horrible years ago. Dazai said this was normal but it cannot be. He cannot be mourning the person who made him into the monster he is. It goes against everything in him to feel this pain yet he’s sitting there, tearing up and angry. He can feel Byakko pacing, protective and angry, she’s angry about something. She’s trying to protect him but this is one of the wounds she cannot heal. He remembers those few good moments from his childhood. On his fourth birthday, he’d gotten a gift. It was half of an orange, not as much as the other kids would get on their birthdays, but the orange was sweet and juicy.

One year at Christmas, he’d gotten to participate in the caroling with the other kids. The songs were beautiful and there was a warm feeling he got when singing with everyone.

There was one day, after a rough transformation he realized now, where he’d gotten less chores than normal, not by many but enough to not truly exhaust him. He could remember getting an extra dose of nutrients as well, not that he realized it at the time.

Things were not always cruel, they weren’t always painful. Maybe that’s why he was grieving. Maybe it was because he knew about the potential for kindness and that’s what he was mourning. Maybe it was only those shreds of kindness.

He couldn’t possibly be grieving the man who abused him. He couldn’t because that would be wrong.

People tend to cry when their father dies.

The headmaster wasn’t a father to him. No matter what anyone would say or what his heart was screaming. He would refuse it.

Atsushi stared at the gravestone. It was still fairly new yet it was crumbling. It wasn’t being taken care of. Atsushi felt his eyes well up with tears…something he hated. Why did he still want to care for the man who’d hurt him so badly?

The tears of sadness turned to ones of anger and Atsushi went to punch the gravestone. Engraved with the name, dates of life to death, and “In loving memory”, Atsushi wanted to smash it. How could anyone dare love that horrendous monster of a man? Instead of a hard punch, his strength left him at that last second, leaving him bumping the crumbling stone. It was worn, rough, and cold. It hadn’t soaked up any of the Sun’s light and heat.

Atsushi stood up and left. He wiped at his eyes and struggled with the conflict in his heart. Maybe he’d be back, maybe not. But right now, Atsushi just wanted the comfort of the known and familiar. He’d take another murder or kidnapping attempt over any of this.