I LOVE SOPHIE FOSTER !!!

uuuuuugh am I gonna write a durgetash inspired novel and put my whole pussy into the disgusting angst and black comedy and tragedy of it all

who knows

perhaps

hello yes I am ALSO a my little pony girlie and I would like to bemoan my own woe for a moment.

I ship, by far, one of the rarest fucking ships in the entire fandom. Call me dramatic but I don’t think I’m fucking exaggerating. I ship King Sombra and Sunburst together.

They have NO fanart unless it’s, like, a one-off crack ship or a shipping chart. There’s NO fanfiction, and like the three fanfics that DO exist of them are noncon rape-y, which I can get behind under particular circumstances, but NOT for my boys!!!

I have an entire AU for these fellas. They get married and have children and process their childhood traumas together. they are in LOVE. They are HAPPY and SWEET individuals who deserve more than shipping chart children and noncon fanfics!!!!

I have more fanfiction written for these two than I have blood cells in my body. more fanart, too, which I intend to share in the future. But as a person who ships probably one of the rarest pairings in the entirety of an incredibly immense and artistically gifted fandoms, I don’t mean to blow my own whistle here but GOOD LORD!!!

GIVE ME CONTENT. GIVE ME SOMBURST CONTENT. FUCK.

No one had said anything, because no one had been there but Suguru when Satoru had swayed nearly to his feet and then frozen, straightening back up in a way that didn’t allow for gravity, looking up to the sky like he’d never seen it before. It had almost been a relief to carry his unconscious body to the infirmary, because he hadn’t been conscious to fall to his knees again looking like he’d seen hell itself. 

—Achilles Come Down, Chapter 3, by HotCocoaaa ( @biscaani )

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...my hand slipped again guys. I love this song and I loved this imagery.

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“Oh, your love is sunlight”

—Hozier, Sunlight

🪄 WOOSH!!!

literally been contemplating nonstop about what lyrics i wanted to go auauuauuagh about but because I’m in Izzy mode rn (my default state), it’s gotta be the last two verses of Ptolemaea by Ethel Cain.

Blessed be the Daughters of Cain  Bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception  Blessed be their whore mothers  Tired and angry, waiting with bated breath in a ferry that will never move again  Blessed be the children  Each and every one come to know their god through some senseless act of violence  Blessed be you, girl  Promised to me by a man who can only feel hatred and contempt towards you

I am no good nor evil, simply I am  And I have come to take what is mine  I was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood  I am here now, as you run from me still  Run then, child  You can't hide from me forever

even as the nature of his curse has changed. this didn’t. and it makes me pace my room for hours at a time thinking about him. my boy. my blorbo. my everything.

trembling snapping snarling foaming at the mouth. nothing will ever compare to simoun because the ships are powered by queer kissing and they fight by making synchronized pretty patterns in the sky.

and they call it "prayer" because the ships and the patterns were used for ritual purposes until it was discovered they could be used as weapons and suddenly all these priestesses are conscripted into war and being used to defend their country.

and at first if you wanted to quit you could. and several priestesses DO. but by the end of the series they straight up ask "are we allowed to refuse these orders?" and they are told no. no they are not. they're not allowed to retreat. the time for that is gone.

and some of the girls-- for lack of a better word, even though none of them have a gender identity yet, they are considered and called maidens-- are there because they want to fight. and some are there because they want to die. and some are there because they love to fly. and some are there because they want to protect their home. and some are there because they're in love with their co-pilot. and some are there because they are still a priestess before anything else and they're afraid to be anything else. and nothing can take that from them.

and the ones who are priestesses at heart, at first, when they go on missions, they still call it "prayer" and "praying to the skies". This very intentional and specific denial of the reality of what they are doing. But slowly and heart-breakingly over the series you hear their language change to "going on patrol" and "attacking the enemy" and when prompted, "so you're not praying anymore?" they flatly don't respond or they agree. yes. that's what this is now.

One thing about me is that I am a Boromir stan first and a human being second

a a...are...are we not going to talk about this unhinged show in which Mike is wearing a tiny ass crop top?!?!?!

THE FIRST SNOW OF THE YEAR AND IM MISSING IT ☹️

[[ every day of my life I suffer bc writing face to face interactions with this fish is a constant cycle of being surprised at how flirtatious they can come across when they're trying to be friendly, but if I try to tone it down they come across ice cold and disinterested, so I rewrite a response seven times to get the correct level of Friendly But Not Too Friendly

gnashing my teeth So hard someone please talk to me about “a child has a duty to his father, but a hero has a duty to the world”

Yall remember mjf 😔

Feeling personally victimized by the writing in malevolent making me go insane

Its the desperate attempts to be better against all odds for me

Im so booooooooreddddddd the only thing I have to do at work today is time consuming and repetatiiiiiiiiiiiveeeeeeee

Masashi Tanaguchi is in the new Ultraman Decker series too 👀

ohhhhh i finally need to take the plunge and get into ultraman too don't i......................................................

[lays on the fucking floor]