ALORS ON DANSE

I AM ENDLESSLY CHANGING AND THUS MUST CONSTANTLY REAFFIRM MY LOVE FOR MYSELF — project & character inspiration

[kiwimidnight]

I find joy in sorrow. And sorrow is greater than laughter. You know, an angel is not far from those who are sad, and illness can sometimes heal us. It’s the normal state that gives birth to painting. You feel that way? Sometimes I hate the idea of regaining my health.

—  AT ETERNITY’S GATE (2018)

[shitty-ink]

Based on this shitpost by @personsonable

[mollyjames]

Actually, I rather like being trans

[mollyjames]

I suppose being cis would be nice and all, but it doesn’t quite have the same “I will sieze Destiny by the throat and force it into the shape of my choosing” kind of verve

[221cbakerstreet]

tumblr user mollyjames picking up hormones: “I will seize destiny by the throat and force it into the shape of my choosing”

the cashier at cvs:

[girlfig]

I am a half full jar of honey on a sunlit kitchen shelf

[revivalish]

Hellenic Blessings for Closeted Trans People

May Ares give you the strength to face your family every day, and help you persevere through being deadnamed and hearing violent rhetoric against you.

May Aphrodite help you feel comfortable in your own skin as often as you can.

May Hestia help your house feel like a home even when it’s not, and guide you to people who can be your chosen family.

May Persephone give you the confidence to be secure in your own life choices, no matter what anyone else thinks.

May Apollo help you remember to stay safe and take care of yourself physically through your body dysphoria.

May Hermes help you hide your conversations with the people you’re out to and any purchases that your family can’t know about.

May Dionysus help you feel gender euphoria and be proud of your identity.

[seidkonaz]

BRO, you NEED to STOP SUMMONING DEMONS IN THE FRAT HOUSE

[baruyon]

[hell-heron]

Original text: I pray thee, good Mercutio, let’s retire.                            The day is hot; the Capulets, abroad;                            And if we meet we shall not ’scape a brawl,                            For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring

No fear Shakespeare:

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[irlsuccubus]

Who the fuck ripped this fat vape at silent hill I’m trying to find my dead wife

[charlesecrit]

‘ were looking for angels in the darkest of skies. ‘

         And the Watchers Shall Quake;

“There’s something about the stars, you know,” Lucifer’s voice was sweet as honey and calm as an iced over lake. He lolled his head away from staring into the fire to fix Levi and Eydie with a stare — his smile mischievous. “Don’t you know about them?”

One of Satan’s eyes peeked open, sliding to look over where the two young adults were huddled near the fire. He was curious to see where Lucifer was going with his questioning. He stretched his legs out a little farther, sliding his back down the chair more; fingers kept in their threaded position resting on top of his hips.

A nervous swallow was audible from both of the humans. The girl, Eydie, huddled closer to the boy, but she spoke first, “What, um, what should we know?”

Lucifer’s grin grew. “Well,” he drew out the word, “it’s about the stars… and angels.”

“What about them?” Levi’s answer was quick, and his voice raw — he’d been trying to force it lower for so long that it had gained a rough, almost gravel-like quality to it.

It was obvious to Satan that the boy was trying to sound like a man… that he was feeling raw and exposed in the company of the two Princes of Hell. There was little they could do to soothe that, and, if Satan were to be honest with himself, he did truly want to. A thread of familiarity knit through him at the realisation that this boy wanted desperately to be seen as a man — to be seen as enough. Satan had not been so different when he was in heaven.

The boy squeezed the girl’s shoulder, pulling her closer to his side, trying to comfort her in the only way he could without drawing even more attention to them from the pair of Princes. “What do you even want from us?”

Satan sat up in his seat, moving so he was leaning over his knees and looking up through the long top of his cropped hair at his husband and the humans. He said nothing — he wasn’t about to interrupt Lucifer when he was priming to talk. He knew well enough that never ended well.

“Oh, you know,” Lucifer drew out the last word. He shrugged, pushing away from the fireplace and walking to the young adults. “Those shooting stars? Those are angels falling… but you know that already, don’t you?”

A pause.

Lucifer continued, “Sure, they don’t quite fall like they used to — much more prone to disgracing than actual falling — and it’s been happening more and more since our little group has decided to come to earth again.” A puff of a laugh popped out of him. “Cute, really, that god decided to allow the army of heaven decimate its own ranks before us princes even get to the gates of heaven.”

“That’s not what they’re doing…,” Eydie trailed off, not sure how to deny something she wasn’t completely certain of.

“Oh, it is,” Satan’s rough voice cut through the gentle noise in the room, “That’s exactly what they’re doing. Heaven’s full of morons; no reason to keep it.”

Lucifer grinned at Satan’s addition. “It’s true,” he said, voice gilded, “There’s no reason to keep that hierarchal place which punishes those who don’t conform.” He paused, playing with the hem of his shirt’s cuff, rubbing the soft fabric between his thumb and forefinger. The grin never faltered. “There’s no reason for it.”

“If you think there’s no reason to stop the coming holy war, then why— why did you help us?” Levi swallowed around the lump in his throat — did he really want to know the answer?

Satan slid his blue eyes to Lucifer, a smile playing at his own lips. He knew the answer, but wondered what lie Lucifer would feed to them.

“Humans aren’t necessarily going to be wiped out, you know,” his voice was smooth, “and you both have something that we need.”

“What?” they both said in unison. Their eyes were big, watching Lucifer’s fluid movements with the glassy eyes of a dead animal — seeing everything and nothing all at once. There was a shiver to their shoulders, but it certainly wasn’t from an environmental cold. Their shivers stemmed from holding themselves so tight in anticipation. They wanted to know.

His grin was gleaming with glee — this is how Lucifer liked to make people feel; to make them think on their own mortality. “Information.”

[valtsv]

pacific rim really went OFF with drift compatibility. like, there was absolutely no reason the jaegers couldn’t be piloted by a single person; a bunch of teenagers managed it just fine solo in evangelion, but guillermo del toro was like “nah, we’re gonna reinvent the concept of soulmates with mecha and kaiju” and then went and did just that, the absolute madman,

[aevios]

And they also did that without making it inherently romantic

[batmanisagatewaydrug-deactivate]

that’s like my favorite thing about the drift comparability concept tbh

siblings? drift compatible. married couples?drift compatible. parents and their kids? drift compatible. two folks who just met but trust and respect each other a lot? drift compatible, babey.

it ties in perfectly with the idea that jaegers are an effort made by the entire world coming together to fight a bigger threat. all kinds of relationships are valued in Pacific Rim, because what matters is people supporting people.

[androginking]

That time I played Never Have I Ever with Party Gays

[cheeriomiomi]

I AM FUCKING DYINGGGGG

[aphroditesfever]

IM LITERALLY CRYINGGG

[vincenzo327]

I AM DYING FROM LAUGHTER

[warmbrightedits]

Stills from A Year In Transition, which follows a transgender man throughout one year of his life, including hormone replacement therapy and top surgery.

The documentary was filmed by a gay trans man named Lorne Clarkson, stars Issa Ismail as the protagonist, and features numerous other trans men discussing their experiences with transitioning. I’ve never before seen a documentary that so closely follows the struggles, complications, and nuances of FTM experiences.

[sous-le-saule]

https://vimeo.com/259562788

[elfdyke]

fuck gemsonas we create our own silent hill trauma monsters like men now

[r-oving]

[givcnchyrps]

I’m starting to realise that maybe I can’t always be your everything. But I finally found that girl we saw nine months ago. Now, I don’t know what’s gonna happen but if I do it right, there’s a chance that you might finally have a full-time mom. What do you think?

[valtsv]

im full of rage and dangerously stupid but god is holding me back by the scruff of my neck like a kitten

[bpdisney]

[passthecavasier]

The Pacific Northwest is fucking Perfect

[bad-intentixns]

Holy shit