#8;

why the curtains are blue: the implications of being uncritical

how to have a personality

yes capitalism is ruining the potential of amazing love and romance too

the problem with weed… (this one is specifically meant for the dummies who keep insisting Weed Isn’t Addictive and Therefore It’s Harmless.)

i am not always very attached to being alive

the dialetics of rick and morty - video essay

heterofatalism: why straight women aren’t okay.

how to not marry mr. wickam | scoundrels and constructing reality in jane austen’s pride and prejudice

overanalyzing the barbie movies with queer marxist theory

the tragedy of droids in star wars

the fantastic masculinity of newt scamander

how to unlock your motivation.

why new years resolutions don’t work

setting boundaries: why grown men love girls (TW)

Who did you betray?

     It was far from what he could imagine, slowly placing his gloves upon his hands once more as he could only raise from where he sat. There was something that he could not leave from his mind, his curiosity pique and hearing that the blond had given up his pride for something of tangible value but that wasn't what he thought was most amazing. He had heard there was something of a death that was placed on the male's hands. Was it truly that, had he really, killed someone with his own hands? The boy was like a shy pacifist, not knowing right from wrong but when he heard the name Daichi past from random's lips. The image that he had given him had broken.

     Wanting to toy with that idea, he raised from his seat on the bench that he preoccupied within the sector two. It wasn't the best place and it always did make him sick to be in such an area, at least it wasn't as bad as sector three. He knew that if he waited, it would only take time until the other would casually walk by? Or even leave from his home, he was truly interested in how far Daichi was along in his life from the short time that they have been separated. Had it only just been awhile the last time he saw his face contort with various emotions. Sadness, anger, stupidity? It was all so quenching for his thirst.

     Alas, as he waited, it didn't take long until lilac hues came in contact with a scarf that was of bright variation. It was just as similar to the car that was parked outside the apartment as well, was that the spoils of his kill? Raising to his feet once he was ready to see the male pass by, he could only give a chuckle to show that he was proud. A light clap of his hands, ❝Shijima, what a time to be.. alive, isn't it?❞