I Need Season 2 Of Sandman Bc I Think Seeing Live Action Morpheus With The Red Balloon Will Fix Me

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We all love the "becoming the very thing you sought to destroy," trope. but I have a growing fondness for "destroying the very thing you sought to become"

“You have already left kudos here :)” not on this chapter bitch move over

Sometimes i feel like younger queer kids are getting a bit to bold with openly talking to people they don’t know In The Context Of:

More than once i have had a younger/same age queer person come up to me in public settings and say something about “finding other gays” or clearly clocking me as nonbinary and I’m like :)))))))) hey buddy I’m here with my conservative parents can you fucking not out me :))))))))

Just say you like my outfit or hair and move on, fuck even tell me you like my shoelaces. Don’t call me gay and limp your wrist at me when you don’t even know me? Especially when there’s a bunch of ppl around?

i also wanna yell about gwendoline christie’s performance as lucifer because she’s just astonishingly good. so many people approach the role emphasizing the fallen aspect of the fallen angel, and she goes out of her way to emphasize that she’s a fallen angel. the way she treats dream with the utmost hospitality coated in poison, and fucks him over as much as she can with the same hollow pleasant smile on her face. the way she can’t outdo dream’s “I am hope” because to kill hope would be to kill her own hopes of one day going home. the way she literally gasps with tears in her eyes when dream calls her on that. and when the mask finally drops, and she tells him in no uncertain terms that one day, Hell will destroy him, it’s fucking personal and that she’ll be holding the knife herself. i can’t, honestly. give her all the awards.

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Today's random brainrot: Soap doodling on Ghost. Just. Sitting together, Ghost with one arm stretched out, sleeve pushed up as Soap works on some random little drawing on his skin, brows furrowed in concentration. Ghost finds it adorable- the little crease in his forehead, the way he chews on his lip as he works. The warmth of his palm where it rests on his arm to keep him still, to move him into a better angle every few minutes, is grounding, and he finds himself not having to think for once. The drag of the pencil- some ballpoint pen that had originally been meant to be used on documents, probably- is familiar by now, far from the first time Soap has commandeered Ghost to be his canvas for the day.

It's a soothing activity for them both, quiet enough to relax but not so quiet that either of them would grow restless. It's intimate, the way Soap's fingers drag slowly across Ghost's skin when he's thinking of a new design or choosing a new spot to cover in ink, the way Ghost can feel Johnny's breath brush over his skin when he leans close to see his work better. He doesn't stop until he can't find any more room to draw- some days it's all covered in little individual designs, other days the patterns come together to form a larger picture. No matter which way Soap has decided to decorate Ghost's skin that particular day, it always manages to make something warm rise in the man's chest, and he always feels a little sad when they stop.

hannibal is such a fuckin ridiculous n dumb show. all these cops n FBI agents are running around the tri-state area tryna catch this HORRIBLE serial killer, like this guys mutilating ppl n mounting them on the antlers of mounted deer heads, the guy is HELPING OTHER MURDERERS GET AWAY WITH THEIR OWN CRIMES, and FINALLY, one agent, one MEASLY little q tip of a cop who, while arguably being the most unfit person for the job, finds out who he is. whats that one gay ass wet noodle of a man do? falls in love with him n runs away to italy with him. like u cant fuckin make this shit up