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Nonnaaa my friendddd Good taste as always!!!!! I love those tropes too!!!! I get hyperfixated a lot too and totally vibe with that. I see the kindhearted empathic characters a lot and also personally latch onto them!
I like sibling with complicate relationship dynamics too <3 <3 <3 Hee Hee You should name characters that fall into that dynamic! Idk why but I see Vash from Trigun in what you said ha ha hee hee <3 <3 <3 <3
Nonaaaa
I got a question for you ⁉️❣️🥰❣️⁉️
What's your favorite trope to see? And if you can't pick a trope what about your favorite ship dynamic?
My favorite trope? :oc
Hmmmmmm. Now that’s a hard one to answer.
I’m sure someone can look at my interest and what I get hyperfixated on can see the tropes that I tend to get suck into. And so I think I have a sort of general sense of which tropes that I love, I think. At least the general vibes of it I would say. :Vc
Hmmm… I do love me some deep platonic friendship where they are super supportive and close with each other. That’s definitely my favorite thing in to see within any media.
Oh! My favorite gotta be complicated siblings dynamics where despite the distance that have grew as they get older due to complicated life circumstances… they still deeply love each other but it’s just different for them to communicate that to each other.
Oh! And like genuinely kind-hearted and empathetic characters who are still empathetic and kind at the end despite struggling through the awful things the world has thrown at them.
That’s some good stuff right thereeee.
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TAXI DRIVER (2021) —Ep. 01 & 02
Walking out
I feel all eyes on me.
Not in the way I always dreamed
But as if I were a wicked thing.
Some abomination accursed of god
Defiant
Apostate
Resolute before all creation.
I feel scared,
Naked,
Raw,
Some tiny thing in the middle of a field
As the wolves do prowl.
Before,
I'd have run away.
Locked myself in my room
Hiding who I was.
I'd have cried
Loathing how wrong I felt
How off my body was
To the vision I held in hope.
Not now.
Yes I am scared.
Yes
I get nervous
But I don't care any more.
I want to dress how I want to dress
Flaunt the beauty I recognize in me.
Show too much leg
Wear sheer blouses
Take pride in my curves and lack there of.
I want to live and love freely in the open.
Be seen and acknowledged as existing.
I have already spent years hiding from myself.
I'm done giving in and lying down.
.
And each day it gets easier.
Not that the struggle loses its bite.
I just love myself more
Take pride in myself more
And grow steadily more incapable
Of ever settling again
Random doodles of thE vampire bitches
i'm going to change my blog for october 😌😌
Roadtrip
A call cuts through the solemn silence of the night, stirring you off the shallow waters of a restless sleep. You take your keys and hit the road, headed to nowhere street.
They said you’d find them beyond the crossroad, a little off to the right side of a ghost town, not too far away from an abandoned gas station. You drive for minutes, hours, days but the starless sky does not leave your side, always watching over your head.
Dust welcomes the soles of your feet on the ruins of a city that barely holds onto its name. One step at a time, you wade closer to the roaming darkness of your heart. You set camp in the middle of an empty road and start digging, for minutes, for hours, for days but the starless sky bears witness to every drop of sweat you shed. A soft breeze whispers at your ears to dig deeper, to lean in closer to the gaping hole you just made ;
it lurks in the inner corners of your mind
it glares from the inside out
it latches onto you
it crawls under your skin
it whispers
it breathes
it whispers
it drums your heart to its own beat.
You lose yourself to the melody till another voice joins it and you get lost in its slurred words and you lean in closer and you fall along with the night and you shoot for the stars and you spin against the world and you swim against the current and you run to the end of the day and you fade into twilight and you wrap your arms around the shadows, enshroud yourself into their veil and you turn your back on dawn, pull the blinds and hide away from sight, from mind, from light.
You wait and wait, till the first rays of sun close in on you ;
you hesitate to say a prayer before you think better of it. You cover your work, turn around without a goodbye, coaxing the memories to follow you back into the car, to haunt your days and nights forevermore.
As you drive back home you can almost feel it, sitting at the passenger seat, switching radio channels and tapping a tune on the board. And you don’t dare turn around for they live at the corner of your eye ; somewhere close enough to itch but far enough from reach.
And you drive away from home away from the city away from the crowd. And you lean onto the stick shift, willing your hand to become its extension. And you stare ahead onto the outstretched road, willing the scenery to snatch your soul. And you glance up at the rearview mirror, willing your reflection to become a stranger.
You drive through cities, old and new, you watch as well-made roads turn askew. You drive through rain and storms and tricky view. And when you catch the deer in the headlights, you run it through. And when it lays on your way, you drag its blood on your trail. And when the fusty smell mixes with petrichor well, you keep on driving with a body in your backseat. You keep on driving with a ghost in your passenger seat. You keep on driving with murder on your mind.
And when it’s time to take a break, you lean back on old days ; you look behind you, you look in front of you. Anywhere your eyes travel, you see the bars of a jail in time, a prison of your own making. And as the darkness seeps out of your eyes and joins the night, as it dances under the streetlights to a silent tune, as it travels over your pores and sprouts weeds that climb up your throat... You look ahead and hit the gas once more.
The ghost next to you, humming to a song you cannot hear. The deer behind you, writhing, giving its last breath. The moon overhead, glaring at you. The stars around it, teasing you. The silence you paid a hefty price for, wrapping itself over your shoulders, putting a blanket of quiet over your head.
Red lights shine blue in front of you. Red flags turn white as sheet, forgetting their color, falling like snow on either side of the road where a thousand names lay forgotten. Bloodshot eyes stare back into yours and offer you a sip. The ghost smiles with all its gleaming teeth ; it’s mouthing something, you think it’s calling you angel. You think it’s asking for a kiss. You think it’s telling you to let go of the wheel.
The ghost smiles with all its gleaming teeth, and you can see yourself trapped between them. And you can feel it as they pick at you, as they peel off your skin. As they hang your wings to the rearview mirror and you dangle into the void. As they call you their lucky charm. As you bleed on their knuckles and drain into the air vents.
The deer in the backseat has stopped fighting, and as your blood dries on their hands, they wash you off their nails and wipe away at the corners of their mouth. They gurgle the taste in their throat with water and take over the wheel.
How good it feels, to let someone else lead the way ; to wash your hands off your own fate and see it unfold as a passenger. You watch as they run you both into a wall. You watch as the curtains of night let in the blinding light. You welcome the concussion and the deafening noise. And when darkness welcomes you into its gaping maw, you trust the fall more than anything you know. And as they pull your body off the wreck, you watch shadows dancing over your head ; their mouths agape in a symphony you cannot recognize, their hands pulling at your limbs, their eyes flashing headlights. You brace yourself for the collision, you wait to join the carcass in the backseat.
It never comes.
So you sit up in bed and watch the ghost hovering around the hours between night and day ; only ever present for the price of your sleep and dreams.
So you sit up in bed and talk to the darkness and ask questions with no answers and tell stories with cliffhangers steep enough to slip back into the peaceful silence of your car on a road to nowhere.
watching the boys 🤩
I couldn't decide on which filter I likes better and even after I asked like 4 different discord servers I still couldn't pick
ALSO IM COMPLETELY IGNORING THE ANGST AUTISM BE DAMNED MY BOY HAS STYLE AND CAN HAVE MOMENTS OF HAPPINESS