Ceaseless watcher turn your gaze upon this fuckin thing
brooo i haven’t even watched this and i’m already fangirling, that’s too adorable goddamnit
Ed starting to fall in love with Stede before they've had a single conversation.
yeah i use this pro gamer technique called "hitting every single button frantically with my little raccoon hands until something happens" you probably wouldn't get it it's really advanced
I’m not naming names because I’m not trying to start anything but I’m seeing several mutuals claiming they always knew Gaiman was a bad egg and it was so obvious, as though they didn’t make me stand in line with them to get his signature and kept their signed copies of his books on a special shelf akin to a shrine.
And like, listen, you don’t need to pretend.
This isn’t the devil’s sacrament. You’re not tainted by association. You’re not morally bad for not immediately knowing when someone is being charming and persuasive to hide something they don’t want you to know.
Abusers don’t just groom their victims. They groom their witnesses too. You were never supposed to know something was wrong because it was intentionally hidden. It’s okay you didn’t know. You don’t need to act like you never liked him or his work. You don’t need to pretend. But you do need to stop being shitty to other people who also didn’t know because it reeks of victim blaming.
“Well I knew, so how come others didn’t?”
His victims were fans. Are you blaming them for not knowing?
Christ alive, I hope not.
homosexuality doesn’t feel like getting hit by a fucking train, not really. but if it was, i’d let it steamroll me over and over and over again. the lengths i’m willing to go for my love are unimaginable. if god can do it, why can’t i?
@stvksn on ig
OH MY GOD IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED MITSUAYA HAVE FINALLY KISSED AFTER 116 CHAPTERS LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GOOOOO
this explanation was so thorough and insightful i could kiss you
Thinking about how— up until this point— Arthur has kept the entirety of "Invictus" to himself as his last piece of independence outside of John. And how now— when John recites the full poem to Arthur, in what is surely another merging of their two individual consciousnesses into one— Arthur isn't angry, or scared, or upset. Instead, he's comforted and encouraged by that intermingling, because he's fully accepted himself and John as one fused-together, inseparable unit. And that fact, that complete blurring of himself into John, is what ultimately motivates him to keep moving, to keep fighting, to keep living.
what a beautiful day to not be in high school