“We want more morally grey characters” you guys can’t even handle badboyhalo.

I’m playing portal for the first time since middle school. Here are some exchanges between me and my boyfriend

Every day i see people on the internet complaining about shit i've never even heard of in my life which causes me to immediatelly picture a image in my head, so i made it real:

Learn to live without the person you can’t live without.

There are so so so many ways to experience the gods.

There is no right or wrong way. There is no blunt way. Its all feeling and ephemeral.

If you've felt warmth, if you've had a dream, if you've seen a crow that stares at you for too long, if something inexplicable happens and you're lucky suddenly, if you've caught eyes with a stranger and felt like you knew each other. If the candle flickers a certain way, if one time when you're singing your voice sounds gorgeous in a way you weren't expecting, these are all the presence of a god.

God phoning is popular on witchtok but half the time what they're saying is bullshit. I've very very rarely heard a voice and every single time it was my own voice, just suffused with something, saying something I normally wouldn’t say. Or maybe I would. I've never heard a clear, distinct, audible voice. Its an invisible world we're connecting with, its a different plain. We cannot experience it the same way we experience every day life.

We'll never sit down at a coffee table across from the physical manifestation of our god, and know that its them, not until after. And even then we can never be sure. That’s the nature of it. There are no absolutes, there cannot be. That’s what makes it beautiful. That’s where belief comes in. It isn't about being good enough or worthy enough or devout enough, that doesn't exist. That isn’t what its about at all. You are worthy even if the divine doesn’t manifest in a way we've been told is the only real way, and you are connecting even if you cant see it now. My most intense spiritual experiences are never something I realize are happening in the moment, its always only after that I can see it clearly.

The gods are all around us.

There's things I want to say to you, but I will just let you live.

These two pictures are so powerful to me. Not only because they have the same eyes (physically/pixel-ally(?) and metaphorically), also because Hope taught that man on the right something that he would never have learned without her.

Can I brain-dump about my OCs right quick? Bet.

Darren was a horrible hot, trifling ass mess. The end.

But we learned through some intense sessions with his surgeon/therapist that his trauma is rooted in his experiences with girls and women. His childhood friend Sherrita, his mother and Indya. Once he was able to name that Indya reminded him of Sherrita (I am very proud of that moment in this particular tale), the concrete cracked a little bit and we could see his vulnerability.

He is hard-wired to protect, but he was doing it all wrong. He was doing it in a way that was toxic and harmful and violent and heavy.

He wouldn't learn how to ease up on that until after he married Indya. And he was confronted with it head on upon the birth of his daughter, Hope. His literal first born, named appropriately.

Who knew that he would CREATE that which would set him FREE?

WHO KNEW!!!

THESE TWO PICS HIT HARD OK