I Haven't Abandoned This Story. I Just Put It On The Back Burner For Now. The Story Is Just On A Small

Saltburn was an experience.

Some flower pieces 😌🌷🌸🌺🪷🌼🪻💐✨

I need a fic where Tony's Flash Thompson buys people's affection and he's not aware that people are just using him for his money and also unaware that that is not how genuine friendships work. And then Peter or whoever tells him "hey, dude, that's...that's not right." Maybe it's in uni and it's Gwen that does it or maybe it's in high school and it's MJ

Albedo: Does this make us...non-existent?

Kunikuzushi: Are we even real?

Albedo: Are all our thoughts controlled?

Kunikuzushi: Do we actually feel? What are emotions? What are feelings?

Albedo: Do we not have free will? Are we puppets with invisible strings?

Kunikuzushi: What does it mean to be human? What distance us from humans and gods?

Albedo: What are we?

Kunikuzushi: What is our purpose?

Albedo: Do we even exist?

Both: *existential crisis*

Abigail Armstrong and Oliver Lloyd's friendship is goals. They're such an underrrated pair.

An Atrocity of a Piece

In the silence of the night,

With all the stars shining bright,

The silken sheets encirling my pale skin,

Fiery ginger hair was all that was to be seen.

I close my eyes to dream,

And see your bright blue eyes gleam;

Your haunting makes me frown,

The sunlight behind you like a crown.

I despise the way you beleaguer me,

Holding me in captivity;

With unrealistic fantasies,

Of what could-be's .

It makes me despise you,

The way I want it so badly to be true;

But alas, it is one of the many could-be-nots,

And I will weep in my head full of thoughts.

Thoughts, and fantasies, and imaginations,

Of us and our destinations,

Of domestic bliss

Sealed with a passionate kiss.

Yes, I despise you,

None else could be as true.

For in you, I see a fanatical future,

For you, I become a delusional creature.

Almost driven to madness like my aunt,

While you glower and frown and taunt

At all my sneers and jeers and leers,

My affections become clear to I through the years.

I can only wish that to you, it is as clear,

Yet the fact it is not shall abate my fear,

As knowing will surely be a recipe for grief,

For who, I do not know and it is a relief.

For I despise you,

And I love you.

And such is forbidden for us two,

So I can only dream of your eyes so blue.

fear 🪡

Scaramouche: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my flaws! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

Thank you @cryptically-cryptic-cryptid and everyone who got me to 50 reblogs!

Dabi: What's up, guys? I'm back. The Todorokis: . . . tf??? Enji: What the—how? We saw your jaw. Dabi: yeah, I miss that thing Fuyumi & Natsuo: YOU DIED! Dabi: **shrugs** death is a social construct.

here's a lil scribble I did with Raven (personally I think #3 fits her aesthetic😍) ⭐️ part 49292 of me refusing to shove her into one "goth" category 😤