The thing about Ianthe is that she knows she's a freak but she thinks she's a sexy, vampire-coded, monsterfucker bait freak where all her evil acts and cannibalism and games are hot villainous stuff, when in reality she's a scrunkly daddy issues stuck out of genre freak whose villain monologue got her arm ripped off, whose love interest is in an extremely fucked-up three-way relationship already in which Ianthe is the simplest option, and whose attempts at making this into a deadly court intrigue are crumbling against the reality that the Empire isn't a royal court but a shambling, millennia old gangrenous lump of trauma and cosmic/religious horror.

She so desperately wants to be arranging marriages and poisoning her enemies' tea and bringing entire planets to heel with her powerful magic in an impeccably cut suit, but instead the undead soul of the Earth is reawakened to love monstrously and a haunted bone nun and butch lesbian Jesus struggle to hate-love each other enough to exist. Dogs!

eagle: so what do you think about stigmata

prometheus: you know we're in a pre-christian myth, right? like that word doesn't exist yet. your dumb joke is anachronistic.

eagle: stigma talons in your flesh

catullus 1: hiii welcome to my little corner of the internet hehe 🙈

catullus 2: my girlfriend has a pet bird hehe isn’t that so cute hehehe. i’m a little jealous of it for some reason tho. what is gender dysphoria btw?

catullus 3: THE BIRDDDDD😭😭😭😭

the amount of ink this website has spilled and continues to spill hand-wringing from all angles about sexuality labels that are essentially immaterial in the sense that they exclusively describe people's wholly individual and externally unknowable affective states. is truly incredible. whoooooo gives a fuck lmao. non-issue. complete lack of political relevance. move on dot com

sometimes language families fuck me up a bit. like hi we used to sit around the same fire and we saw the same birds flying south and our children climbed in the same trees but then we parted ways and now we might not understand each other at all but maybe we can still recognize each others words for the moon.

you know what? fuck you *confuses the count of our kisses* *diverts your evil eye* *you can no longer curse us by knowing their total*

as soon as we explore 100% of the ocean all the fish will become 2x stronger and a new area will unlock

but you see her on instagram and it was never really said that you guys aren’t friends but one day she stopped answering and you stopped texting and it’s not like the wound is a cavern but it is a diagram of what if in red letters. you want to tell her nice lipstick that’s a good color but the last time you spoke it was stilted and awkward 

how do you say goodbye, you know? it’s not an unfriend and block kind of situation. but you watch the people you once loved go on and have a life and you’re outside of it. and it’s bittersweet because of course it’s okay that you’re both thriving. but she used to be who you’d call if you needed to cry. she used to be who’d you’d be binge watching the new series with. you used to be hers, in a way, even if that way wasn’t permanent. and now she’s someone else and so are you and your friendship is clicking heart shapes next to pictures where she smiles next to people you’ve never met. you know where her birthmark is. she knows where you’ve buried your dead.

the poets and the singers and the authors write about romantic love when it ends. but nobody tells you how to get over a friend.

people are saying do it scared, but you also gotta do it alone. you'll miss out on so much you want to do if you wait til someone will do it with you. do it scared and do it alone.

some weird as hell shawtys on this site