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Vincent would have been okay if he listened to my chemical romance, and Sephiroth would have been okay if he listened to twenty one pilots
How Could You
How could you? She asked him, in the Garden. He doesn't have an answer. There's too much jumbled together. The get up there and make some trouble, the lies of the Tree, the perfection of the Fruit, the utter and complete nothingness outside of the Garden until just now.
How could he? Surprisingly easily actually. Eve wanted to know more, Adam did too. They loved each other and trusted each other and wanted more. And he was happy to oblige.
How could he? How could She?! Turn around and curse him as if he were the only reason humanity was as it was now. As if the blame lay solely on the shoulders, as if the punishment in any way fit the crime. As if She were a benevolent force rather than simply a hypocrite.
Hours later, when the Humans had left the Garden and an Angel unfurled a wing and he figured out how to force legs that weren't meant to work to capitulate to his will anyway, he had an answer.
I wanted to see if you'd loved them more. If there were any who'd be spared your wrath for making decisions they did not know the consequences of.
In Case You Need It Today
People who don’t create fic and art are still part of Fandom. Casual Fans are still part of Fandom. Even if ‘all’ you ‘contribute’ is stupid discussions in the comment-threat and the occasionaly SQUEE, you’re still Part Of Fandom. We aren’t shitty gatekeeping GeekDudeBros here.
Victor Frankenstein went through all the trouble to create life from death while having less than zero regard for life-giving medicine, birth, and parenthood. I get why so many adaptations and explorations want him to just be misguided and scared because his creation looked grotesque and he's immaturely unready to face the reality of creating a life, but he's predisposed to hating his creation. He doesn't care about life, he cares about power, about exerting his own will over reality and damn the cost, until the steward presents the bill. He's a coward, and cruel. He only mourns when he feels he's been denied something he was owed.
Years ago I read a really stupid softcore manhwa that I Loved, the premise was that the main character realizes her favorite baseball team wins whenever she hooks up with a specific guy. Then there's some really weird drama because it turns out he also plays baseball for another team or sth??? It wasn't exactly deep but I remember liking the characters a lot. The premise was so unserious but the Feelings felt serious. I kind of need to find it again.
Dr. Mortum, I love you so much. 😭❤️
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I was at a fine arts finals exhibition yesterday and then I went to a queer-friendly pub with my friends to watch Denmark vs England (England deserved the win, but I was absolutely still cheering for DK in a pub full of ye English, it was iconic of me) and it was nice
my main concern has really been that I am perfectly happy not engaging with the outside world/have at times been full on agoraphobic + there are no large green areas close to here and so having nothing “forcing” me out was not doing me any favours
but this was a reminder that I like doing things in the right contexts. And that the world exists. And that looking at art In A Space is so very satisfying!