Ladies, Please Stop Asking Santa For The Perfect Boyfriend…

In Whitepine episode 5, at 19:10 ish, did anyone else see the white haired guy from the gate house talking to himself? at first I thought he was just eating, but he sits there staring at an empty chair just talking to no one

Damned detective, what are you up to? Bringing in all the maids, I know what you're thinking. Why is he so mean? Why are you looking for a seashell? Why would this young girl have a knife?? Can you tell me every detail of a random afternoon from like a week ago?

Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.

One thing I hate about being both a writer and a Danmei fan is that I will likely never be able to write a Danmei. Superhero fans can write superhero books, and mystery fans can just write a mystery. I, however, am a white Texan guy who is so detached from the culture these books were written that it's almost hysterical. How drenched in a culture do you needa be for a book to be labeled an 'Italian book' or a 'Russian book'? Sure, I can make a gay romance novel set in China, but like, that's not really a Danmei.

Okay, first off: the detective is making a lot of sense, oddly enough. And second off: Holy fuck, was I not comfortable hearing her say "only my teeth sir" ivory what the fuck

Never mind, this looks a lot better

What do you do when there's a person who you think about all the time, but that you haven't talked to in forever? Can I still message them? Would it be weird?

People do not always hurt with any intention of malicious. People hurt you by not realizing the pieces they are trying to put together don’t match until they pull them apart and find their edges frayed. People hurt you by existing in a way that they find so beautiful, but you find so horrifying. People hurt you by seeing all that you are and all that you could be but seeing that you aren’t there yet and expecting you to be both be striving for the same thing.

Imagine being Akira Fudo. Imagine carrying so much goodness and grace inside your heart that you made Satan fall in love with you until the death of earth in a constant loop over and over again, making a creature that once didn't even feel empathy towards something as helpless as a little kitten, shed tears over your own downfall. Divine pain that has never been felt before, with the trivial possession of a pure, human heart and the ability to feel. Feel deeply, even. The angel who has been taught nothing but destruction, God's disposal, finding home in your arms. Whether it's before he remembered who he was, or afterwards. Imagine being Akira Fudo and Satan's highest priority, most prized treasure. Genuinely convinced if everyone loved like those two from their core, malice would not even dare to exist