𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚

an angel who did not so much fall as saunter vaguely downwards

[vampsstan]

obsessed with his sad eyes

[forzajann]

Jannik Sinner • US OPEN 2025

[castledevil]

FAIRLY LOCAL // OVERCOMPENSATE

[arabellas]

I fly by the dangerous bend symbol Don't hesitate to maybe overcompensate

TWENTY ONE PILOTS - OVERCOMPENSATE

[rosesinmars]

[dailymaul]

TOP 5 BADASS MAUL SCENES - AS VOTED BY OUR FOLLOWERS #3. Maul using ship panels and the Force to defeat clone troopers as a “diversion" in “Shattered”

bonus:

[violetwolfraven]

So I just had a thought

What if supernatural creatures don’t exist anymore? What if they did once, but through the years, they slowly mixed in with humans?

You can see the blood of fairies in the way a ballet dancer hovers in mid air before he or she hits the ground. You can see it in the way that middle school girl never forgets when someone makes her a promise. You can see it in how that one little boy in the kindergarten class seems more comfortable in the forest on that field trip than the others.

You can see the blood of dryads in hikers who never trip over roots. You can see it in that suburban grandmother never lets any of her garden die. You can see it in that one kid who climbs a tree faster than his friends, barely looking at the branches as he goes.

You can see the blood of naiads in the way a professional swimmer seems to command the water to help them. You can see it in how a cross country runner needs a water break more often than his teammates. You can see it in the way that one girl in your class always has a water bottle on her desk.

You can see the blood of mermaids in a surfer who can be tossed around underwater for a long time without drowning. You can see it in a teenage boy who doesn’t have to pretend to be unbothered by the pressure when he races his friends to the bottom of a swimming pool. You can see it in the little girl who wades into every stream she sees on a hike without quite knowing why.

You can see the blood of sirens in people who never have a problem with getting people to date them. You can see it in that soprano who can hit notes most of her fellows can only dream of. You can see it in the camp counselor who all the straight girls have a crush on, who can play guitar and sing better than any of the others.

You can see the blood of shapeshifters in the way an actor adjusts their personality to become their character with scary accuracy. You can see it in the subconscious, barely noticeable changes a tween girl’s eyes make to match her outfit better. You can see it in the way you always lose that one friend in a crowd if you’re not careful, because he’s just too good at blending in.

People who carry the blood of werewolves don’t change with the full moon anymore, but you can still see it in the way your best friend always knows something is wrong, though even they don’t know they’re smelling the changes in your body chemistry. You can see it in the way that one guy always seems to eat more than the reasonable amount of red meat at an all-you-can-eat buffet. You can see it in the way that one werido never has a problem when the teacher turns off the lights before a PowerPoint presentation because her eyes adjust quicker and better than yours.

The blood of supernatural creatures may have mostly faded away. But if you look closely, you can still see it.

[carmen-berzattos]

I am no longer accepting any form of love that doesn't have the energy of I'D TELL THEM PUT ME BACK IN IT

[butchered-icarian]

there's something about the way "francesca" represents lust yet is a song declares everlasting love and utmost devotion that stands the trial of time; the way "butchered tongue" represents violence but sounds so careful and fragile, and "unknown/nth" is his most defeated song dedicating to love...i do think unreal unearth is his best album yet, and most private one at that. like there are parts i'm not sure i'm supposed to listen to. self titled sounds so hopeful to wasteland, baby! feels like a promise to this. raucous, forlorn sound of hurt....to end it with first light...that all things end but we'll still have tomorrow and new light to look forward to...even if we've just been through hell...do you get it. do you feel me.

[rosesinmars]

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Tony: If you can’t beat them, dress better than them.

[rosesinmars]

“i wish i wrote the way i thought;

obsessively;

incessantly,

with maddening hunger.

i’d write to the point of

suffocation.

i’d write myself into

nervous breakdowns,

manuscripts spiralling out

like tentacles into abysmal

nothing.

and i’d write about you

a lot more

than i should.”

— Benedict Smith,

I Wish I Wrote The

Way I Thought

[rosesinmars]

[escuerzoresucitado]

[hwhwgwhnwnwbwbwg-deactivated202]

"Almost every woman I have ever met has a secret belief that she is just on the edge of madness, that there is some deep, crazy part within her, that she must be on guard constantly against losing control - of her temper, of her appetite, of her sexuality, of her feelings, of her ambition, of her secret fantasies, of her mind.”

Elana Dykewomon, "Notes for a Magazine," Sinister Wisdom #36 (Winter 1988/89).

[tiredandlonelymuse]

Perhaps it victimizes me to admit that I am expertly betrayed. Easily taken advantage of. I am not a martyr. I am The Devil’s Professional Advocate. I will put myself in your shoes till my flesh melts with the soles. And in these trappings not made for me, my clumsy and stumbling gait walks me into gaping pits of disillusion. Bear traps set in a forest by those who know I will stop to admire the leaves and search for beetles on their backs who need rescuing. I suppose that I owe my survival to a magic trick I learned (earned?) when I was young:

“Leave your body, and go somewhere else.”

I became such a skilled dis-associator that I split in two. Peel myself straight down the middle like the plastic backing of a bandaid. Astral project into a timeline where I haven’t made whatever grave error in character judgement has landed me in my terrible predicament. I have been asked 100 times what the difference is between Halsey and Ashley and I have never answered honestly. The truth is that I built her, as a child, to protect the tender core that lies beneath. In a confusing chain of events, my maladaptive daydream became my full time reality. My armor can walk and talk and they look just like me. But you can’t hurt us anymore,

Because one of us is not real.

[kosmogrl]

unstoppable force (trying desperately to see the good in life) vs immovable object (wishing life would be kinder to me)