I've Never Been A Caitvi Shipper (no Hate Just Never Felt A Spark) So In Preparation For Season 2 I Would

I've never been a caitvi shipper (no hate just never felt a spark) so in preparation for season 2 I would like to formally invite caitvi shippers to yap at me and explain the hype. I wanna be destroyed by their breakup so bad but I just don't get why she's tweaking over a situationship with a cop that lasted like a week Please please please help me see the light, shippers go crazy, I want you guys to write essays if you can, make my heart hurt

What mf tag do I have to scroll to see people yap about their sims and NOT just a wall of cc I don't want

So like what are the lore implications of Princess and the frog being a story in the story

Coffin Mother - A poem.

I was born with splinters poking out I was held in bloodless arms My mother bore me skin and bone But she was a box, and never a home My mother's kisses were dusty and dry My mother's door rusted shut I am new and unaware of you How my father was a victim too There is only one way coffins show love There is an inevitability about it Submitting to the grave is your only one true fate and her chest cavity is beckoning you're late from dust to dust we always return at any moment you could strike to hold me sing me a lullaby while you take my life Death mother keep me safe You've kept me trapped from the sky burred under shrouds of darkness and dirt Like a blanket over my world to deny you is to open my eyes I break your fragile lid and rip your hinges Torn away I cast parts of you aside I crawl with my dead hands through the earth above until a rumored heaven breaks open my brown sky Light and colors fill my vision, the air is not stale my lungs sting and my muscles ache I was not built for standing, walking 6 feet below I can hear howling curses of forgiveness; "This transgression could be forgiven You've had your fun, now come down from there The pain you caused, the body you've broken All that you've abandoned in the home I've built Just try to use the muscles I raised you with I knew you weren't ready for this Come sleep on my chest and let the cold soothe you Everyone has to die eventually." Coffin mother I hate you the ultraviolet burns my malnourished skin There is wood in my lungs, skin, hair Headboards feel like tombstones, Bouquets are mournful Coffin mother I miss you walking on my own with these unused legs makes me yearn for the embrace of sleep laying down in you to turn my brain off Coffin mother I don't love you But I do, in the way you love starvation after awhile Recovery can't stop my memories of enjoyment the high I chased of emptiness you gave I won't ever return to you, I'll blow my ashes in the wind, and you can die with whatever scars my freedom cost. Nobody is coming to fix the hole I punched through you to reach the sky. I can't remove the dirt from my nails or the splinters permanently in my blood. But you can't catch me to engulf my soul in it anymore. I don't care if I'm a dead thing among men. I will die with more life than I was born with. Despite you and your version of the world.

Hell, even HANNIBAL THE CANNIBAL LECTER knows to hug his children or people, to comfort and hold them, when they are displaying signs of emotional vulnerability. And my fucking parents WON'T. I'm so scared they are going to ruin me. Guys, I'm falling apart. I don't want my family that I was given. Its not fair.

I really do feel like Hannibal would fix me. He would help me be my full self (both good and bad, but unapologetically) and finally I would find peace, comfort, safety, and belonging. I would be healthier and safer. I'm sad.

As a bisexual person I'm keenly aware of how such stereotypes are inevitably harmful to us, but unfortunately when I see bisexuals in fiction who are Evil and stylish and fuck like champions I can't help but go "oh work" for a sec. It's a difficult conundrum