l'anarchie des jours heureux

Jacob Tierney can you do a lil fanservice and have Ilya lick that scar on Shane’s shoulder. Thanks

i would make the worst kind of vampire because i would always be like "hey check out how long i can go without blood lol" as a form of guilty self-harm poorly disguised as discipline and then black out and binge-slaughter a bunch of people, only reinforcing my conviction that i need to develop better self control by starving myself as often as possible

[ID: Six gifs of Whiterose from Mr. Robot. 1. Very emotional, saying, “You dare point the finger at me when I try to bring order to its chaos? When I have sacrificed everything to make it better?” 2. Younger Whiterose wearing a white gown, looking at the viewer with a mixture of nervousness and defiance. 3. Presenting as Minister Zhang, saying “Don’t mistake my generosity for generosity.” 4. Standing on a patio, dressed in a long gown and looking out to sea after glancing at her watch. 5. A close-up shot of her saying, “I guess it all depends on what your definition of ‘real’ is.” 6. Flipping her hair out of her eyes and looking at someone offscreen with a mixture of sadness and defiance. End ID]

you watch heated rivalry and you're like well i wish i could see the stakes more but sure it's men's sports and then you read anything at all about elite north american men's hockey in real life and it's like we have invented rituals of social pressure heretofore unseen to destroy young men's bodies and crush their personalities to dust. the worship of violence and conformity at all costs has wrought of this game a hell for generations. tickets available for tuesday

my father was a tailor. in leeds. as was his father. and his father’s father. time was, if a man on the avendale road asked where he could find the finest clothes in northern england, he was pointed towards the shop of a man named rackham. THEN: the men who sell wool decided they would rather not compete with the men who sell cotton. and as the men who sell wool have the ears of the men who make laws, an embargo is enacted to increase profits. and calico disappears. and my father’s business - that he inherited from his father… and his father’s father - begins to wither and die. and my father suffers the compound shame of financial failure seen by the eyes of his son, and descended into drink. i’d sit beside him as a boy at the sunday services as he shouted at the pastor. at the altar. at anyone who would listen, really, about the injustice of it all. and i’d put his arm over my shoulder as the insults began, and i’d carry him out of the church GOD THE INSULTS. at his funeral, our neighbors were kind enough to whisper them instead of call them out loud. SO. i set to work, determined to rebuild what had been taken away; i was thirteen years old, but i was determined! until a man arrived at my door claiming to hold debts belonging to my father, debts accumulated as my father drank, debts he claimed that now belonged to me, debts i could not possibly have hoped to repay. debts over which that man would have seen me imprisoned… imprisoned in a place where the debts would only have been discharged through hard labor. hard labor at no wages, working at - wait for it - the production. of textiles. “you people. incapable of accepting the world as it is.” says the man to whom the world handed everything. if no anne, if no rescue, if this is defeat for me, then know this: you and i were neck-in-neck in this race, right til the end. BUT JESUS DID I MAKE UP A LOT OF GROUND TO CATCH YOU.

vampirism poses the question "what if there was a fundamental, horrible, unending well of want in your soul that, if truly satisfied, would lead to great pain for all those you hold closest and, in turn, their absolute and total revilement of you?" and naturally as a person with no problems I don't relate to this in any way at all.

vampirism also poses the question "what if someone you loved, through no fault of their own, needed something from you, and giving it to them and seeing them happy provided you the greatest joy, and you were the only one who could do it, but at the same time it was slowly draining all your life out of you?" which is also a completely unrelatable idea to me because I'm a normal person with no issues.

[Text ID: I Guess By Now I Thought I'd Be Done With Shame /end ID]