It's Very Simple, But I Feel Like They Would Really Be Like This

id also like to inform you that somebody put it on pinterest

@dear-ao3 i just read the delaware post and id like to say wh- what.. 

true or false, everyone should be making their best effort 100% of the time, it’s lazy to do otherwise.  

Why is it always ‘queer people are projecting their identities onto characters’ and never ‘straight people are presuming that their identity is the default’?

m y s o n

i need to stop i know

doodles

one of my favorite things about tsoa is how patroclus and achilles kissed on the beach that day, pretended it didnt happen for three years, found out that his mom couldnt see them and then went “yeS HOMO” and jumped straight to the do

i love him, i hate white socks too

Pain. That’s all he can feel, that’s all he knows in this moment. The humans were wrong. The gods show no mercy, no remorse, no regret. The gods do not feel. The gods understand none of it. Love, hate, sadness, agony. 

The human. He has to find the human. He needs to tell the human. His human. Where is he now? All he can feel is pain. His vision is blurry, he cannot see. He needs to tell the human. His human will help him. He has to find his human. Where is his human? He wails, throwing himself on the ground. It is cold, cold and hard and unforgiving, like the gods. Maybe he should just stay here. Maybe the gods are right. 

No. He needs to find his human. He needs to get off the ground. 

The darkness is welcoming.

He needs to find his human. 

Come. Join us. 

Voices, voices, voices, like a soft whisper in his ears. He needs to find his human. But the voices will not stop, the voices of the dead, so much softer than those of the living, than those of the gods. He is tempted to join them, but he must find his human.

The human will be here soon. Wait with us.

The words aren’t a promise, but they sound like one. He will wait for his human. 

The darkness welcomes him. 

Yes. Yes, join us. The human will join you here. Come, down, farther! 

Gleeful laughter fills his ears. 

He lets the darkness take him.

The Angel gets his wings ripped off by the Gods as punishment for falling in love with a Human