The opposite of “manic pixie dream girl” is “depressed goblin nightmare man,” and, judging by this site, it’s just as attractive to some.
People have known this for decades
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The opposite of “manic pixie dream girl” is “depressed goblin nightmare man,” and, judging by this site, it’s just as attractive to some.
People have known this for decades
YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT ISSSSS!!!!!
February 3rd
"You called my words excuses but I just thought of them as poorly stated reasons." - Nothing Was Different (Hotel Books)
February 3rd
All-seeing love. Blind.
IT'S BIRD BOY'S BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HAPPIEST FUCKING BIRTHDAY TO MY BELOVED SATORU
You can only reblog this today! Next time Thursday 20 will follow Wednesday 19 will be in 2439!
HOLY SHIT ITS WEDNESDAY THE 19TH TODAY FUCK
masturbation is evil not for any puritan anti-fun reason but because it has permanently claimed so many verbs
nobody can crank anything anymore. and god forbid you jerk
turning off rbs at 75k btw so get your last reblogs in now
ancient greek vet trying to neuter a hydra but alas...
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i cast spell of yingxing
So like an hour ago I just lear🪨︵︵ned that— what the fuck was that. Someone just skipped a rock across my post did you see that
sits on my own blog like it’s the edge of a lake wistfully
skips a stone over a few posts
Kind of funny how when you're obsessed with a certain character their mere presence on your screen can lift your mood. Like yeah I have probably like 10 diagnosed and undiagnosed ways my brain works atypically but one of those quirks makes it possible for The Character to salvage my whole day.
Forgetting me was your greatest fortune in this life.
— ⟢ EVERNIGHT —✧— NIGHT FALLS, CLOSED EYES ⟣ —
just read that angel/seelie!reader post and oughagahah 😭😭 legacy being their seelie court 💔 ☹️ seelie lead you to treasures but the only treasure legacy wants is the one he cant have anymore ☹️ he just wants his angel back, hed rather theyd have friendzoned him forever as long as it meant hed still be able to see their smile ☹️☹️☹️
you are all so so mean to Foul Legacy he has done nothing wrong!!!! /lh
just imagine seelie you, pretty and thoughtless, leading him to every treasure trove you can find. you shine and float so happily, incredibly proud of all the chests and coins and shiny rocks you sense- they're all for him! all for your creature-friend, the tallest and best glittery monster! who he is- well, you're not sure. but you know he's safe, and warm, and holds your ethereal self so, so gently. he must be a friend, to do all of that, and friends deserve things that sparkle, all facets and polished silver. you twirl cheerfully in the air, dancing about as he digs up another box, tarnished and crumbling with age yet filled to the brim with lovely, useful items. isn't he happy? isn't he delighted? now he has more things, and with more things comes more glimmer and gleaming
Foul Legacy's claws tremble, curling around the treasures and baubles, shaking the little beads and gemstones. you- what's left of you- shimmers worriedly, resting between his twin horns. it's not fair. how are you still so sweet and kind, knowing nothing yet still concerned for a beast like him? you snuggle and curl into his hair, wriggling beneath his jaw, and Legacy slowly raises a hand, brushing his claws through the light and mist around your form. barely there, hardly existing at all. a shell, a husk- his fangs click shakily together, tears pooling in his singular eye. then Legacy hugs you, desperate yet gentle, fearful of hurting you with your fragile body, happy hums slipping from you as you curl into his warmth. unaware. unknowing. he shudders, tightening his grip
an Abyssal monster cries, that dusky night, a speck of light snuggled in his arms