I Feel Like We Give Too Much Credit To The Inherent Homoeroticism Of Things. In Many Cases, It's Not

I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

youre not yaoiful at all

lets be carried by mama

💞kiss kiss fall in love! 💞

STEP ONE of treating that stab wound I gave you is letting me tonguefuck it

the digger......

rabbits are burrowers so please imagine baby bunnyvine digging random holes in the backyard

I feel insane. God's vessel sundered himself to break free of his lonely eternal vigil, intending for half of him to never return and thus doom the world to ruin. that half returned in spite of his purpose for existing, crossing universes to do so, and eventually freed and comforted one of God's servants who, in his lonely despair, conspired to destroy his temple.

God's vessel and servant alike were trapped by the path set before them by God. Huey could not find freedom in this world and had to break himself to find it in another world. Olivine could, but not alone - and he was saved by a fragment of God's will. Eiden's very existence is a validation of Olivine's pain - no one could endure that restrictive life. not a vessel of God made for the very purpose, and certainly not a mortal born to live.

for all that Olivine struggled with his role, for all that he has strayed from the role enforced on him... a fragment of God loves him. personally, intimately. he is loved for his struggle and his straying. he is loved because he finds his own sense of self and embraces his own selfish desires, something the original vessel could not do. Olivine questions God's will and he is loved by God's fragment because of it.

I'm shaking you. do you understand me. do you understand

many buttons sketch

"ohh my god you can't just-"

Am I yours to command? Does the collar 'round my neck have your name on it? I kneel to no king nor god, and I see no crown on you.