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Leo gibt halt so den Vibe von einem etwas blauäugigen „wenn ich alles richtig mache und mich an die Regeln halte wird schon alles gut“ und ich glaube das lässt sich nicht so gut mit Adams eingeprügeltem „egal was ich mache es ist eh falsch also isses auch egal wenn ich mich nicht an die Regeln halte“ vereinbaren

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Fishies to make it all hurt less

“never too late to be who you might have been” by sara yukiko mon | still from i saw the tv glow, “there is still time”

Fanfic is a free hobby.

It's one of the last few things we can have as a society that's free. You can engage, for free. People give you things (art, stories, etc), for free.

Don't buy into the consummerism just because it's everywhere else.

You don't have to consume everything you interact with. You don't have to use things, just because they exist.

You're allowed (still, for now), to have things that are enjoyable for free.

Do you realise how insane the world is? We don't have many places where we can just be, for free anymore, but ao3 is. Did you notice we don't have ads in ao3? We don't have pop ups? Where ELSE do we not have that?

Where else can you just go and not have to wait for a commercial to be over or for ads to be on the sidelines?

I don't think the younger people understand, but the whole of internet used to be like this. YouTubers would do Youtube for free, just because. You couldn't monetise your internet presence before.

Ao3 is like a little preserved corner of the internet where the old internet used to be, and it's being attacked by people who do not understand that free things are allowed to exist without judgment.

Please don't ruin this for us.

Some of us need it.

🌟 Papst Leo 🌟

[ ko-fi | rb to save an artist ]

If I ask nicely will people reblog this and tell me what their most common breakfast is? Not your favorite necessarily, just what you have for breakfast most frequently? 🙏🏽

Leo & Adam looking at each other I22/xI

Spatort KHK's Geheimwaffen

(die nicht immer so wirklich ziehen)

(aber versuchen kann man's ja)

Pia's Hundeaugen

"Lassen sie uns ein paar DNA Spuren in ihrem Wagen nehmen, ja, bitte?"

(Esther nur so: "Jaja, den Blick kenn ich doch...")

Leo's Hundeaugen

"Henny? Ich weiss, ich bin über dreissig und mindestens doppelt so gross wie sie, aber kann ich auf ihrem Tisch sitzen, während sie meine Hand halten und mich fragen, was los mit mir ist?"

Adam's Hundeaugen

"Hast du mich jetzt nicht mehr lieb, Leo? Änderst du deine Meinung, wenn ich ganz traurig und unfassbar niedlich vor mich hin schmolle?"

There is a theory that watching unbearable stories about other people lost in grief and rage is good for you—may cleanse you of your darkness. Do you want to go down to the pits of yourself all alone? Not much. What if an actor could do it for you? Isn't that why they are called actors? They act for you. You sacrifice them to action. And this sacrifice is a mode of deepest intimacy of you with your own life.

Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides; Tragedy: A Curious Art Form.

Das Herz der Schlange 🐍 Spatort Fanart (Tatort Saarbrücken) 🩸

Gemalt mit Procreate 🎨