The Herald & The Souls Of Zaun 💀 (based On Hiremy-Hirschl’s Souls On The Banks Of The Acheron)

flights

Do you think the jellyfish have a home?

dazais

The different and sometimes tiring types of reactions to the neil gaiman allegations

- ‘neil didn’t write good omens’ (he did and we simply have to learn to separate art from artist)

- ‘how dare you think about anything else but the victims’ (people can care about multiple things at once + these allegations have been known for months and months?? some of us have processed this)

- ‘how do david/michael/etc feel about this’ (it’s none of our business)

- ‘donate to victims of sa’ (sure if you can)

- ‘bdsm is fine WITH consent’ (it is)

- ‘everyone is innocent until proven guilty and i refuse to condemn him’ (go read the article / enjoy being blocked by me)

- ‘his writing was always Problematic’ (learn to separate art from real life victims of sexual abuse please)

- ‘his writing can still mean a lot to you without you being a bad person’ (yes. just try to avoid giving him money maybe)

- ‘it’s just terf propaganda’ (it really really isn’t. and fuck terfs)

- ‘reminder to prioritise your own mental health, step away from online spaces if you need to, and: you have no obligation to read the entire article if it’s too triggering’ (true. you’re still a good person i promise)

Like. Love doesn’t transcend severance but grief does. Grief changes you in a way love doesn’t, like. Like even if you remove the memory of loss, grief remains, but if you remove the object of affection, love doesn’t. Like. Innie Mark wakes up in the elevator every day knowing his outtie has been crying before work and feeling a certain void that he doesn’t know how to satisfy or express with the vocabulary of limited emotions he has been given. But like when he sees Ms Casey, she sparks no emotion or memory. But also grief is like. A sadder word for love. So maybe she does. So maybe Mark’s grief finds a home in Helly’s face. Like

do you get me?

halloween skk doodles i did on my phone!!

promise.

I’m sorry I just have to repost this.

on love being a twisted curse (and other such nonsense)

something something the way Jayce had to adapt and move around his new, injured leg alone and made himself a brace and staff like viktor’s, to the end where he told viktor that everyones imperfections make them who they are and that he loved viktor just the way he was, and them both having that same imperfection, that injured leg, to share… im gonna be sick someone sedate me