thinking about the dynamic between wei wuxian and wen ning where they are neither platonic nor romantic but a secret third thing. as close as only someone who died and someone who summoned them back could be. familiar like a body part is familiar. physically intimate, but in a "held him while his stomach was cut open to carve the golden core out" or "put his ribs back into his broken chest and gave his body permission to take revenge" way. sharing a bond so deep it becomes unsettling. wielding someone like a weapon/allowing yourself to be wielded. saving each other over and over again to the point where you can't keep track of all the sacrifices and the debts don't matter anymore. suffering from wounds no one else can understand, missing people no one else remembers. neither of them chose this, yet both are still there for each other no matter what. i am so normal about them

nie bros + text posts

Part 1/?

jonathan sims and his collection of weird mildly murderous lesbians who only sort of hate him (they’re his only friends)

once again cooking for me and three other ppl

Accidentally

A theme I find interesting that a lot of Noir Lovecraftian style protagonists have is Doing Everything Right Only To Still Fail In The End. Not Arthur Lester tho. He did. He did Fucking everything wrong.

malevolent description is like "blind, terrified, and confused" and then i hit play on the episode and hear the character in question commit three felonies

king falls fans be like: king falls wasn't even that good, it wasn't even half decent, it wasn't good at representation and it wasn't very respectful to fans or really anyone - but goddamn i fucking miss it

by the way, for people who don’t understand what the issue with “delulu” is, let me put it this way. i know a kid who uses delulu in day to day speech to refer to her crushes, or her favorite fictional ships, or other people liking things she doesn’t. this is common. one day, she found out from an ex friend of mine that i used to honestly believe i was the second coming of jesus christ. when she asked me about it, i told her it was a delusion. she said “honey, you’re not delusional, you’re straight up insane.” if non-psychotics take “delusional” and make it mean anything less than what it does mean, it leaves us with no word less than insane, or nuts, or crazy.

*drinks tea* for martin <3