characters have to be a little bit awful in ways that you cant defend. its good for the ecosystem. your honor he did do that. He did in fact do that
This could be a modern AU Ino and Sai 🤣
and if we kick all of the catholic girlies out of tumblr, who's going to write the gothic literature fanfiction that will emotionally devastate millions?
15 Moodboard Challenge for Therians 💚
Day 4: What’s your favourite phantom part?
I miss my tentacles, they why they’d twist and bend,
I miss my wings, and the feeling of wind rushing by,
I miss my tail, the rigid scales, and the flow of water,
I miss all my eyes, and the ability to see the world in so many ways,
I miss my sharp teeth, and the way they could keep predators away,
I miss my antlers, I long to decorate them once more, with vines and flowers,
I miss my hooves, and they way they’d gracefully propel me through the forest,
I miss my extra limbs, how I’d love to stretch them out and explore the world once more, being able to hold so much, and do such wonderful things,
And yet here I lay with nothing but my simple human form, with the soul of another, that longs for so much more.
🖤 - 🌲👁️🌲 - 🌲👁️🌲 - 🌲👁️🌲 - 🖤
Before I saw this trailer I had actually no idea what The Summer Hikaru Died was about. I knew people had been talking about how it was really well-written, I knew it had queer rep, and purely based on the title I suspected it might be a tragedy. I didn't expect the quiet horror laying the foundation for a really compelling (terrifying?) romance.
Y'all, I am beyond excited for this series now. The sound design, the animation style, the fact that there are so few anime titles that are true horror. If the whole series adaptation is as well-done as the trailer looks this is going to be one to remember.
playtime❤
I think sitting on the floor of the ocean for a few hours would fix me
The Queen took the stories and She ate them, chopping up poems, taking draughts from epics, swallowing vignettes whole. She was given offerings of playwright’s notes, sheets of underwater ballet choreography, links to illicit piracy websites, but it was never enough. There were whispers of Her favorite offerings, of philosophy books filled with notes, of abandoned manuscripts, of secrets whispered in the dead of night. Drop an elder with memory of unrecorded oral history from an oppressed tribe on Her doorstep at exactly 1:32 AM, and a pen that channeled untold wisdom through whatever you wrote would be gifted to you through assorted means. (Rumor has it Hozier was once sacrificed to her, but he’s probably been blessed)
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