Another Person Gathering Distortions Into A Group Themed Around The Colour Blue..? I Suppose It Must

do u think that angels having sex with humans was seen as like beastiality in angel-world

western cat twitters are like “HoOman” and japanese cat twitters are like “Today I will consider the state of things.”

Fuckkkkkk I want to fuck Hong Lu so fucking baddddddd~~~

Am I funny yet Tumblr

anyway shout out to the ao3 tagging systems for all the important ways you can engage with yourself 

I want to grab Hong Lu and throw him against a wall and watch him explode like a pomegranate (affectionate)

Aw yeah gay miniature cowboy and Roman general

Hatsune Miku could kill MacBeth

Yes, Hatsuke Miku from Vocaloid could kill Macbeth!

She applies for all three clauses: Gender Clause due to being a girl; Unconventional Birth Clause due to being a software voicebank; and the Birth Parent Clause due to her creator being male software developer Sasaki Wataru! Thank you both for your submission!

put spikes on your wheelchair's handles. wrap barbed wire around your cane or crutch so it'll hurt like a motherfucker if someone kicks or grabs it from under your hand. wear a personal alarm and pull the pin every time someone moves you without your consent, leans on your chair, takes a seat on your rollator, taps your hearing aid, steals your AAC device. scream for help when you're abducted. wail like you're in agony when people trip you up or knock into you. take pepper spray to the grocery store. take a knife to the club. leave cards that say "fuck you" under the wipers of inconsiderately parked cars and scratch access codes for bathrooms on the outside of the door. we are not begging for mercy, we're fighting dirty. we have to.

A tribute to the City of Tears

(script under cut)

1.

Unlike what people thought,

the Dreamers were aware of the world even in the Dream.

So Lurien continued to watch.

For that was his duty.

/

2.

Perhaps,

the title of ‘Watcher’

suits him now

more than it ever did when he was awake.

The Watcher's gaze wanders the city like a ghost.

//

3.

The endless sound of dripping rain, light glinting off the wet streets.

It didn't always rain in the city.

In the years 

since the city was built,

the rain was a relatively new development.

4.

But now even Lurien

finds it easier

to imagine the view outside the windows without rain

than to remember the city of before.

/

5.

Every day the city the Watcher knows falls into ruin.

And Lurien's worn out memories

fade bit by bit

leaving only the vague impression

that 'it wasn't always like this.'

/

6.

A song echoing amidst the patter of rain.

Traces of a dream different from that of the Dreamers.

Or perhaps a requiem from the city to itself.

7.

In either case

the song is not for Lurien.

Lurien loved the Kingdom’s Capital,

the heart of Hallownest.

He did not live the age

where songs for a ruin were sung on the streets.

/

8.

The streets echo with the footsteps of busy bugs.

Peaceful silence hangs in the Spire

and Lurien sits at his telescope.

/

9.

Perhaps

if you cover your eyes

you could pretend

that Lurien’s beloved city

hasn't changed at all.

/

10.

But the Watcher never turns away.

/

11.

The wanderers call this place

the City of tears.

They will never realize

just how apt the name is.