Omar Apollo - LIVE FOR ME EP

The Question

“Would you die for us?” Ran asked as he looked out over the sleepy city. You guys had closed up the bar for the night and were standing on the rooftop waiting for the sun to come up. The three of you had taken to watching the sunrise on Sunday nights for some reason it helps the start of the week.

Six months ago the answer would have been an automatic “hell no,” but standing here overlooking Tokyo you don’t know.

“Don’t answer that,” Rindou said after taking a puff from his cigarette, “It’s easy to say you’ll die for someone and you’ve more than proven that you’ll kill for us. We need more… will you live for us.” These two men had obviously talked about this before and we’re waiting for an answer.

Live for them? You don’t even remember what life was before them. Sleepless nights that blurred into monotonous days, struggling to survive; the deafening loneliness you could never go back. They gave me life. My life is theirs.

“Yes.” You replied after a few minutes; espionage, torture, even killing was a small price to pay when these two brothers breathed life back into you.

“Yes to which one sweetheart?” questioned the older brother as he fixed your hair. “ You’ve come so far in such a short amount of time, my brother is right dying is easy and you are anything but. So which is it life or death?”

“My life is yours, you made me who I am, I will live for you.” You barely believed that you said it yourself. After your last boyfriend you promised yourself you would never let another man have ahold over you and now here are two that you are willing to follow into hell for.

“No.” Rindou replied as he stomped out the cigarette.

“Excuse me?” You question cocking your head to the side. You answered his question you said that you pledged your life to them what more could he want?

“You say you’ll live for us, but you sounded like one of the guys who run the docks for us,” Ran laughed leaning his back against the ledge facing you, “All we did was finance you and opened doors that you would have eventually gotten to on your own. The person you are today is the same person we found at the cafe that day just polished.”

The sun started to peak over the horizon as the younger brother joined the other stating,“This life is known to crush the weak. That is one thing that you aren’t. Promise us to not lose yourself in this world. Do that and God himself will kneel before you.”

Frowning you question them,“So I’ll have God at my feet and I’m to be at yours?”

“No, you become one of us,” answered Ran. “You’ll be an equal with us on either side,” Rindou said finishing his sentence. The sun had almost reached the building and the brothers parted ways to allow room for you to step into the sun with them.

“So what do you say?”

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Aye! I’m back, sorry to be gone for so long I’ll try not disappear for that long again.

@bubble4u @summerxxplosion @cottacyber

I know @bubble4u told me not to leave it on a cliffhanger but I am a horrible person 😈

”live for me, my prince.”

TW; BL00D, HANAHAKI, MENTIONS OF DEATH

“Live for me, my prince.” - my beloved whispered. That to which I shook my head. I could not take this world’s burdens anymore. In her eyes, a prince I was, yet in my own, a foolish boy named Icarus. Who am I, if not that foolish boy who flew too close to the sun? I had paradise, her love, yet I abused it, and hence, “flew too close to the sun”, for I am a fool. She takes my hand, and I swat hers away. She has a pained look in her eyes, betrayed and bitter. Yet my own gaze is no better. My gaze is filled with anguish, and I am no longer that “prince” who she believed of me. I am suddenly Icarus again, and my beloved looks upon me as if I am the ugliest and most pathetic being she has ever laid her eyes upon. She is heartbroken by my words. The letter I published to the world, telling them all how I became the Icarus in her story. I no longer deserve to be in her narrative. I acted indifferent, as a guise. I did not trust my voice to not falter or waiver. If I were to speak…oh god, speak... I have suddenly lost my ability to speak as she raises her hand to gently stroke my cheek with her thumb. Suddenly, her eyes were filled with the love and care they once had, a stark contrast to the bitter and betrayed look she previously donned. She opens her mouth, and in a barely audible, soft whisper, she says: “live for me, my prince.” And all at once I am overtaken with guilt again. I could not take this world’s burdens, but if it meant being encompassed by her loving arms, being surrounded with her love, then I would move heaven and earth should only she say the word. My beloved, the one who has gone through so much yet so little at the same time. She who understands, yet doesn’t. She believes that the illness that overtakes her will soon subside, but we both know that is not the truth. She brings one hand to her own mouth and she starts to cough. Her voice is wracked with pain and sorrow, as her hand comes back covered in blood and flower petals. This disease had brought nothing but illness and sorrow for her, yet I was selfish and caused even more of that sorrow, straying from her, and burying myself in my study. My study, which was filled with books she loved to read. Every morning she used to wake up and drink a cup of coffee while she read, staring out the window to look at the buildings in the distance, and the flower pot that stayed by the windowsill. I find myself unable to ponder this long, as she looks at me and strokes my cheek with her thumb sweetly once more. “stargazing.” She whispers softly. To which I blink and shake my head. My beloved is too frail, too hurt to stargaze. She insists and looks at me teary eyed, knowing she does not have long left. “one last time.” She lets a singular tear slip, tainting her perfect pale face with a telltale sign of her sorrow gently streaming down her cheeks. I wipe her tears and nod, finally picking her up and carrying her to the rooftop. She smiles gently, looking up at the stars one last time. It was a bright night out, and the moon shined a bright pink. The moon seemed to glow and beam down towards my beloved, to which she weakly lifts her arm up, as if to touch the stars. She looks at me one last time, and opens her mouth for the last time, only to whisper. “Live for me.” And suddenly everything is quiet. My beloved lay there in my arms, the arm she had outstretched to the sky soon falling limp and motionless. I tear up and let out wracked sobs, holding my beloved close. She was motionless and had no signs of life left within her. This was it. I am Icarus, the fool that flew too close to the sun, as my beloved had to pay the price for it. I am a fool. I wish I could hear her laugh one last time, but happiness is unattainable for fools such as I. Happiness, what I had when I was in her arms. What I had when I had her near. Happiness. I will live for her. I will live for her, in search of the unattainable happiness known as her love. I will live until I can no longer, and the grim reaper pries my souls from my cold, motionless corpse. I will live for her. My beloved.

Well you guys I am making my first Tumblr post! I’ve never even blogged before they say it’s important though🤷🏻‍♂️ I have only been releasing music since December and I’ve seen tons of traction and growth, there is not a bone in my body that doesn’t say I’m going to make it in this industry. I work harder. I study the nuances of the music business every single day if I’m not on my phone learning or creating I feel like something is off. I appreciate all support. I am a one man team and do everything on my own, I created 2 websites and got a huge press release to increase SEO and put together a dope merch shop after creating my own logo and coming up with some designs. My music links and merch shop and everything else you can reach from my first website. Unclephiltherealone.com

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the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

what if thistle had confronted senshi before the story started?

Dont know if you were joking about needing catboy references a couple of weeks back but here ya go

Theres one for sheep too if you need that

the sacred texts.... thank you for bestowing it upon me

I once had a landlord offhandedly mention that his mother had set this house on fire before. He and his wife lived on the first floor, and i rented the third.

Apparently his mom didn’t like his wife. So she set their house on fire. The house i was living in.

He assured me that everything was fine now and that this was years ago, just kinda laughed, smiled, and said ‘You know how moms are’

Yes. I know how moms are. I know how fucked up moms are as well. I have known many fucked up moms and fellow children of fucked up moms.

Attempted murder through arson is not typical mom behavior, even for a fucked up abusive mom

Oh, and his mother lived next door 🙃

Vincent Price at the opening of The Tingler (1959)

Omar Apollo

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

live for me // main verse

this is the main universe for Yukiko (the ‘prince’ mentioned in prev story.) It starts off with her and her spouse being happily married. Her portrayal is in first person, where her “beloved” falls ill. She pours herself into her studies to cure her beloved’s disease, up until the point where the she eventually loses romantic feelings. This causes her beloved to fall ill with Hanahaki, a deadly disease of unrequited love. Her beloved succumbs to her illness, begging Yukiko to live for her. From there on, she encounters many others and her world view is often skewed and changed depending on who she is with.

we'll do fine.

if you're about to get top surgery, you may hear a voice in your head telling you to make a joke about getting something off your chest even though it's overplayed. im here to let you know it's your imperative and sacred duty to not only make the joke but to tell it to every person you talk to. and that you are right it would be funny as fuck. this is not sarcastic if you tell enough people one of them will have never heard it before and also it's still funny to every person who has heard it listen to me this is a once in a life time opportunity— [i start getting dragged out by the palace guards] commit to the bit!!! if you don't you'll forever wish you had!! heed my warning or forever suffer the cons— [castle door slams shut behind us]

for ages i thought i didnt like drag because of internalized homophobia but it turned out i just don't like bright lights and loud music and really visually complicated things

spd is homophobic i guess is what im saying