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dilfbuck · 2 months

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eddie diaz + text posts

#911 #911edit #911 abc #eddie diaz #eddiediazedit #911 text posts #userknight #usercam #usernolan #.gfx #gif warning #hes so me coded i fear. i just gathered posts i feel deep in my own soul #half of these r from my own about tag LMAO #unfortunately eddie diaz is representation for grouchy gays with depression and anxiety a little too well #now my buck set has a boyfriend <3 love wins

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theelmoarchive · 2 months

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Guys I swear it's not Jay again I swear it's not-

*this drops out of my pocket*

😨😨😨

#No!! Not my favorite character who is continuously mischaracterized by fandom!! Oh jeepers!! 🤯🤯🤯#marble hornets #jay merrick #Mh jay #mh jay merrick #Marble hornets jay #Jay mh #Im sad that his neurodivergent and depression traits that aren't just “quirky and awkward” are completely looked over #Let autistic coded characters be less empathetic please #Let characters be less emotional and less vunerable in that sense #Anyway 🙄🙄#marble hornets fanart #jay merrick fanart #mh fanart #Wrote a whole essay in the tags but sigh. The world isnt ready for it #my art teehee

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icarianstars · 9 months

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Before Regulus entered the cave, he stood outside it on the rocky cliff and watched as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in orange and gold. He whispered a final goodbye to James, and for the first time in over a year, he let himself cry.

#I’m just going to apologise now #to save time #I was listening to Fourth of July the other day and the line ‘it was night when you died my firefly’ really stuck in my head for some reaso #and then this happened #so yeah #also if you’ve never listened to Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens go listen to it #but fair warning:#1. it’s about death and it’s super depressing #and #2. it made me cry #and there’s not a lot of songs that I can genuinely say that about #it’s just so black siblings coded #and it breaks my heart every time I listen to it #regulus black #marauders #marauders era #jegulus #the black siblings #my art

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lethxia · 4 months

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mic pushing erasers goggles up his forehead before kissing him. not out of inherently romantic purposes like "i wanted to look into his deep chocolate brown honey gold soft doe eyes". just so he doesnt have to take his own sunglasses off because if they kiss like that their respective eyegear would clack together. Loudly. and present mic has a Look going on. the shades are a crucial part of him. they stay on during intense make out sessions And fights alike, ya dig?

#theyre so loser coded #like im sorry but even when rooted in tragedy theyre whimsical at heart #born to be silly #forced to go to war #erasermic #depression duo #aizawa shouta #yamada hizashi #bnha #eraserhead #hizashi yamada #present mic #shouta aizawa

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tuttle-did-it · 1 year

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I'm always angry that Janeway wasn't allowed to have a romantic relationship with a woman, but now that I've found out that Kate Mulgrew specifically asked for a same-sex relationship and they refused, I'm extra mad.

Who is responsible? We need to talk.

Quote was from article above.

In case people haven’t looked at the tags, this is a rhetorical question. We all know who is responsible.

EDIT- want to know more about Queering Janeway? I wrote a post about That White Suit in The Killing Game here- https://www.tumblr.com/radarsteddy/715172803725393920/dance-magic-dance-the-white-suit-tho-great?source=share

#kate mulgrew #janeway #janeway queer coded #kate mulgrew ASKED for a lesbian lover for Janeway and the monsters said NO #Janeway/Torres #Janeway/Seven #voyager #i'm still mad #i'll always be mad #thanks for trying kate #rick berman is an arse #if this is true I’m depressed and angry #no source given from screenrant cannot confirm if this is true?#rhetorical question

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zorosdimples · 10 days

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yuuji thaws the ice that cocoons your weary soul.

work is unbearable; family is draining; relationships are fleeting; life is hard. it’s natural to get caught up in the “fuck it—who cares?” mindset. complacency is a safe, easy haven to reside in amidst a burning world. but it’s cold in there, all alone.

(let me show you a thing or two, he says with a smile so devastating you wish the earth would crack open and swallow you whole.

i don’t deserve it, you breathe—it’s second nature.

he cups your face with sun-warmed hands. who lied to you?)

there’s a spark in his honeyed eyes that makes every moment with him feel like a deep breath of salt-air; it’s reinvigorating. he may have scars that mar his face and body and heart, but he takes you by the hand, leading you confidently to a life worth living.

his optimism is infectious, as is his conviction—despite his wounds—that humanity is good. and you believe him. how else would he exist? for winter there is summer; for ice there is fire; for moonlight there is sunshine.

and for you? there’s yuuji.

#this is so fucking cringe i’m just in a MOOD #this is very. sigh. depression coded but in the most cheesy way possible lmao #anyway he makes me feel lighter n brighter n happier or whatever #yuuji <3 #yuuji x reader

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muzzleroars · 9 months

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Michael, the Ruined Prince

Michael, having used all of his power to seek out God, had failed as the Prince of Heaven. He had abandoned his people, absent for centuries on a fruitless search filled with unheard, increasingly desperate prayers and an unrelenting, bone-deep exhaustion that is now permanent. His grief grew day by day, and an angel in isolation begins to wither, to warp – they must be with one another lest they twist into their extremes, retreating into their divine purpose until it becomes self-destructive parody. And Michael had already been scarred long ago by his role in banishing Lucifer, by God’s own ever-mounting wrath that ate away at the mercy he was meant to feel alongside it. Michael had already been insular, something had already pulled at the seams of his soul, and now centuries of failure consume him. He would return to Heaven with nothing for his people. Nothing for the siblings he swore to protect.

So his final thought in a deeply troubled mind urged him to try one last time. That if he could not find God, then he must bring God to himself. He must sin, he must beg for punishment, and then God will come to deliver it onto him. Just as He once did to Lucifer. It disgusted him, to think he had to debase himself to be as the sinners he held nothing but vile contempt for ever since he couldn’t cope with the guilt of the first fallen angels. But his prayers have failed, his days of weeping have failed, he moved Heaven, Earth, and all of Hell to come up with empty hands. Less than that. Not even a feeling. So Michael, even as a Cherub who could not, did everything he could to replicate his memories of when he had witnessed God Himself tear the light from His angels. Michael had seen it every time, it was he that had to bind any fallen angel that survived it to their place in Hell. He knew, implicitly, what the ritual was even if God seemed to enact it in one beautiful, elegant motion. And he did just that. Imperfect pantomiming, flawed execution, but the same ritual as best as Michael could copy it. All to himself.

But only God and the high Seraphim can sever an angel from their light.

His soul was rent from his body. His light was torn to shreds by his inexperienced hands. The agony that it screeched resounded all the way back to Heaven in unintelligible, muted whispers of nauseous grief no one could understand. Michael felt himself die, but it was incomplete. He was left in a corpse, a body destroyed and succumbing to all it meant but with him still inside of it. God did not come, and Michael was trapped a ruined body, bereft of a soul, of his light, giving way to rot and deterioration yet fully functional. He could do nothing but take this as a sign from God, one that he will not be punished no matter his crime for being such a loyal servant. Even as his body falls apart, as plants begin to burst from his remains, he believes himself to be blessed – see how he grows God’s garden. See how his crown remains pristine. He adorns his exposed bones with gems and finery, ostensibly as thanks to God for keeping him alive, keeping him sinless when he had so despised his impending fall from grace. But. Michael is, in the back of his mind, highly aware of what he’s become. He knows he is rotting, he knows he is in a dead body, he knows, somewhere, God had nothing to do with it. It was just a mistake, it was just his own foolishness with catastrophic consequence. He is more noxious than a fallen angel now, a botch job shambling numbly back to Heaven when he feels the death of Gabriel.

Upon his return, he largely attempts to hide the rot of his body, at least from the citizenry – he cannot hide it from Raphael or Uriel, nor does he try. To Michael, it proves his devotion, it shows God’s still present love for him, and it is a testimony to how he cannot fall, that he can never lose his place in Heaven. Raphael begs for him to be healed, Uriel pleads reason to him, but neither had ever been as strong as Michael and ultimately, he is their leader. No matter the state he returns in, he is the Prince of the Archangels and truthfully...they both fear him now. He is not the Michael they loved, not the one that had been quiet and stoic yet still loving in return. The Michael that would have done anything for them, that never wanted to lose another like he lost Lucifer. He commands them now to join him in binding Gabriel, his tangible grief the only thing that seems to be left of who he had once been.

Internally, Michael sees their fear, he feels the crushing guilt of Gabriel’s fall, he is violently ill with one true look at himself. He had gone wrong a long, long time ago, when he lost Lucifer, and now all of that was being made manifest, but he can’t face it. As flesh falls away, he covers it more and more with jewels as if that could hide the decay he can feel spreading night and day, the only thing he feels now. He must retreat into his purpose, he must not allow such devastating failure to be his legacy. So he turns on Gabriel. Gabriel, whose light had been severed. Who walks freely in an abandoned Hell. Who still has a living, breathing body. Michael’s vitriol toward the damned hones in on Gabriel, consumed with being sure he is left nailed to the lowest pit in Hell for his treachery. All the love he once had turns to hatred and in it, the other three can see that Michael has been left shattered, that nothing in him truly believes God made him this way. God’s most loyal, left to rot.

Additional information:

Michael now always exudes the Odor of Sanctity, but there is a distinct undertone of mold to it

The opalescent webbing that runs through his body is the angelic brain - normally it is iridescent and transparent with a strange glow, but Michael's is opaque and dull

Michael now prefers walking, something noted as unusual when he returned to Heaven, but it's simply due to the fact that his body has been left entirely numb and so it's difficult to maneuver in the air properly

He is very protective of his crown and dragon-skin bag, as they seem to be the only things left uncorrupted on him

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callmebrutus · 1 month

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try to be normal thinking about qpac challenge failed.

all his life he had to prioritise others and put himself aback. he didn't have the right to be selfish.

he's just a child who had to grow up too fast. he's just an imperfect selfish egoistic little human who wants to be loved. who wants attention. who wants to be seen.

he can't help himself but to flirt and roam around because he NEEDS it. he's never enough. he wants more and more.

and oh how he hates himself for it. because how could he? how could he betray fit so easily? he feels so sorry.

he feels DIRTY.

he feels like Judas.

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ghoostrash · 1 month

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I did not decide to love the red and blue ships. The red and blue ships chose ME.

#Ianthony #casnath #casthaniel #zutara #But the coincidence of shiping a man who is red-coded who has black hair and a lot of tattoos is tall and likes metal #with another man that is blue-coded who is anxious and depressed with a lot of responsibility in their hands who's selflessly helps everyon #and that both of them were childhood friend and got separated because an external force made them-#it kinda scares me sometimes

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jasontoddssuper · 5 months

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Saying Dick Grayson has a thing for redheads is peak white gayness.Imagine you take a canon brown man who's exclusively shown interest in black women and just shove 2/4 of them aside so you can replace them with two white dudes and act like it's peak progressiveness,especially when the literally TWO redheads he's been in love with WERE BOTH FUCKING BLACK WOMEN

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hollowaluminumvessel · 6 months

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if I go to bed without sharing I will just forget, but I just realized that Charlie keeps waiting on other people to tell him his birthday. like today, he told Wilbur "well, it started on my birthday, which is..?" I think- and correct me if I'm wrong, but actually dont- that this is Charlie's mind grasping at anything that would make him still human. basically, he's not slimecicle anymore, and his subconscious doesn't like that, so it fights back. it's trying to find any semblance of his humanity to hold on to, to prove he was- at least once- a real person.