I will be like "I'm fine" and then another fucking event will occur
a private corner in amphoreus
Chuuya: Would you like to explain this text I got last night, Dazai?
Dazai: Uhh. It was autocorrect.
Chuuya: Autocorrect wrote "you're so hot, please step on me??”
Dazai: Yes.
The Four Famous Tales ×The Four Great Calamities 四名景 × 四大害
Dazai: Coffee or tea?
Kunikida: Tea.
Dazai: Wrong
Dazai: It's coffee
I feel like both Mr. "Use Me As You Wish" Aventurine and Dr. Veritas "I'm A Supporting Character" Ratio both have self-esteem problems. How do they prove their worth to the Trailblazer? Aventurine—by showering us with expensive gifts. Ratio—by offering academic opportunities, technical help, his consultation, and so on.
Imagine them together in a relationship (as friends or something more), constantly feeling inadequate, trying to prove their worth to each other the only way they know. Caught in an ever-escalating endless exchange of extravagant but useless gifts:
"I just happened to come by this diamond-encrusted marble inkwell. I thought you might like it, Doc."
"My friend Professor So-and-so is conducting a lecture series on "The history of monetary chance-based recreational activities in post-inductrial societies" next month. I thought you might be interested, so I asked him to reserve a place for you."
"I had my tailor embroider golden laurels on your favorite lab coat."
"I took the liberty to install a nanoprocessor and a holographic screen on your gun so that you could read the latest news while practicing at the shooting range."
"If I were orpheus I wouldn't look back"
But we look back everyday- rechecking emails, making sure a friend is still behind you, checking to see if you remebered to pick up your keys. It's second nature, a habit of care.
It was second nature for him too. He looked back, not out of weakness, but love. For what is love, if not to look back?
Guys, I found this while cleaning my room:
Whoever lost it, please let me know so I can give it back.
Canta per me 🌹🌹🌹
I want you to remember:
The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.