#very tenderly

[theandrosaur]

I was doing,, a study of faces, yes,,, a study nothing more,,,,,

[vamperi]

if anyone wants to come over and braid my hair that would be great. thank you.

[dilutedaspirations]

... for some reason I really really want to kiss somekne

[notbecauseofvictories]

I've had an exhausting and weird day, but I have gotten through it by thinking about angels (because that is what I do)

especially, to return to a favorite theme of mine, about guardian angels. Perfect, invisible guardian angels who have strict rules about interfering with humanity's free will, about staying hidden and fighting on the secret battlefields of the soul--guardian angels who have nothing for millennia but their love for people who don’t know they're there.

guardian angels who, through some accident, suddenly find themselves corporeal, and staring down their latest charge.

and being real, being treated like you're a person in the world, fucks you up. Humanity fucks up everything it touches and angels most of all because you can only cling to your perfectly logical policy of nonintervention and respect for free will when these are people who haven't smiled at you.

it's suddenly all questions, and people waiting for your answers, and not just trying to understand social mores as a detached observer but remembering to perform them yourself. Because people watch you now. They judge you. You! And they are very small and fragile but they don't see it, they've got universes inside their heads and they dare, they're convinced they're the world entire. After a while in their company, you're not sure they aren't.

and then one day, you meet that rock, that choice, between using your terrible power to--well, the act itself doesn't matter, it's the interference that matters, it's the potential you have to bend the natural order, change it. Maybe someone's dying, and you could heal them with a word. Maybe someone's lost and you could find them in minutes. Maybe someone's grieving and you could take it away, give them what they desire. The world is terrible to humanity, you've learned that--really learned it, in a way that's different than merely knowing it. (It's worse when you're there, when you're real, and they're sobbing into your shoulder.)

so you've got this choice, between what you were and what you're becoming, and it's terrible but it's true, and that's how humanity gets to you. They make you be.

[helentaylorj]

My adorable lovely spoiled Garfield.. غصب يتدلع 😍 غصب ينسدح عليك و يرقد 💖 فديت ويهه 😻

[helentaylorj]

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[helentaylorj]

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[headcanonsyeah]

me: dAme OR goLD

crys: wHAT!!!

me: DAME OR GOLD!!!!!

CRYS: SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!