「 hiatus 」

hi,

a few days ago people with 'proship dni' in their bios reblogged a few of my jjk colorings and idk what to tell you but i'm very proship/profic. i mainly ship tojigo and kenmahi/nanamahi from jjk and vk (vash/knives), lk (legato/knives), odazai (oda sakunosuke/dazai osamu), soukoku, fyozai, & morizai from other fandoms. the fics i write deal a lot with dead dove content (mostly incest, underage, noncon, eroguro, terato etc,,,,) and what i choose to read and write about is ultimately my fictional preferences.

if any of the pairings or themes i listed above make you uncomfortable, please feel free to unfollow or block me. i will not be tolerating hate or harassment of any kind because this is my blog and i decide what to post/reblog here.

thank you.

Can you help feed my curiosity? How many words have you posted across all pseudos and fandoms on AO3? Reblog to paint a pretty picture!

*Bonus points if you include how long you’ve been posting on AO3 in the tags.

Girl with Pearl Earring, at the museum - Johannes Vermeer

The three kinds of bird species name

1. God’s Specialist Little Boy

2. Hot Breasted Milf

3. Grey Bird With Brown Head

4. Walter’s Fingernail

i think all quiet on the western front and the lord of the rings are in direct conversation with each other, as in theyre the retelling of the same war with one saying here’s what happened, we all died, and it did not matter at all and another going hush little boy, of course we won, of course your friends came back

someone should remake lord of the rings as a grandfather telling a fantasy story to his grand child with flashbacks to world war one showing the dead boys and men the characters were based on. grandpa why didn’t they just fly. because they didn’t. they didn’t.

i’m fine

I will never get over how Tolkien & Lewis took the horrors of war and spun them into fantasy.

Shivering in the trenches dreaming of cozy hobbit holes, shaking as bombs pockmark a forest and imagining each shallow mud-filled crater contains a new world—that maybe there are still as many beautiful things in the universe as there are bombs—that maybe the world is bigger than this moment and this ugliness and one day this will be a peaceful forest again full of small ponds.

I mean look at these photos of the shell craters in Sanctuary Woods, near Ypres Belgium and tell me it’s not the Wood Between The Worlds:

…oh.

Franny Choi, Soft Science

sore throats might be the stupidest response to illness i've ever experienced. oh you want to eat? drink?? breathe air??? TEN THOUSAND KNIVES ATTACK

im probably the best blogger out of my hometown

"Start running, fool."

stories where the past is a wound that refuses to heal

ok stories where the past is an itch you keep absentmindedly scratching and wonder why the burning is getting worse

all i’m saying is: the past is a bodily sensation

au seuil,

pastels

golden hour in september - michael dudash / kim english / leon wyczółkowski / olga kvasha 

You knew that from the start. So did I. You’re different from them. You’re someone… who can understand what I’m really saying.

CURE キュア (1997) dir. Kiyoshi Kurosawa

spider doodles

you know it's really bad when you don't even want to listen to music