Dandelions Deserve More Respect Than They Get

Opsiian I must ask your most deranged opinion on cereal. For science

sometimes i like eating peanut butter captain crunch without the milk because the pain adds flavor.

You should kiss your girlfriend more often

I wonder who could’ve sent that

sinner

Goncharov (1973)

Oh don’t mind me im just doing some cinematography art studies of my favourite Katya moments ~

Do you think Jesus ever didn't want to be the son of god. Do you think he ever laid awake at night at an age when he was just barely old enough to understand what that kind of title meant, and wish and wish he could just be normal. Do you think he ever wished he could sculpt pigeons out of clay without them turning to life. Do you think he struggled to make friends when he was a child. Do you think that, as he grew older, he would count the amount of people he trusted and find that number to never be higher than two. Did he ever help his father with work and wish he could just become and stay a carpenter. Did he ever run back to his mother weeping for being different. Do you think he ever prayed to his "father" to pick another, to choose someone else to carry this kind of burden, only to be met with silence. Do you think that when he first made friends, the light in his eyes died when they called themselves his disciples instead. Do you think the realization that he would never connect to a human like a human would was soul-crushing for him. Do you think he prayed. Was he ignored. Do you think that, when he became an idol and had twelve gathered around him, he would look around and find he hadn't spoken in twenty minutes, and feel so utterly lonely. When he was told he was nothing but a sacrificial lamb, do you think he felt scared. Angry? Did he curse, did he grieve? Did he have to hide his terror at the idea of slowly dying because god Said So as to not worry the people that looked up to him since the day he was born. Do you think as he was dying on the cross, his divinity faded from him, seeped out of him along with his life, gathered in a bloody pool underneath his feet, and he just felt human. Angry at being a sacrificial animal. Lonely and in pain. Do you think it killed him, being denied a lifetime of humanity, only to feel so utterly mortal as he died. Do you think that, for a moment, when he was brought back to life, he demanded an answer from his "father" as to why he had to suffer, and why he got to live once more when so many others suffered and died and stayed dead. What do you think went through his head when he was called back to him. Do you think he accused god. Do you think he screamed. Was he ignored. Do you think he cried.

Your body must be rested and fed if you wish to be a pervert.

NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT

I made this, please feel free to use

people who don't experience hyperfixation don't know what it feels like to hyperfixate so much on something that it becomes not only your subject of obsession but also your source of happiness and literally the main reason why you still keep going; literal source of strength and life.

shoutout to my favorite fictional characters, favorite people, favorite ships, favorite movies, favorite tv shows, fanfics and archive of our own

some very rough story planning comics I made a while ago

Icarus wasn’t an idiot, you know.

The rules were explained to him very clearly. He knew where he could and could not go, what heights were forbidden to him, the destination his father Daedalus had crafted for them to make their great escape. Freedom, of a sort. Icarus heard all of this from his father and accepted the conditions.

And Icarus fell.

Tragedy

noun [C or U] /ˈtrædʒ.ə.di/

A story affected by gravity.

It only goes down. It falls. Tragedies have weight to them, characters throw themselves at the sky with wax wings and they drip from their backs and one too many hours pulls their trajectories to the same place, every time. They are inevitable. Characters in a tragedy are objects of pity. Don’t pity us.

Icarus wasn’t an idiot.

He wanted freedom. Real, true freedom, the kind of which is so intoxicating when tasted for the first time that it is worth it even if you are falling for the rest of your life. Not the suffocating half-measure of his father. No machinations. No “what’s best for you”’s. Icarus chose to reach out his hand to Helios and hold it while plummeting into Poseidon’s cool embrace. To live free, like the gods, if only for 10,000 feet.

Icarus wasn’t an idiot, you know.

Icarus got exactly what he wanted.