Colored ver. of some ocs, I really like it when movies make a character’s color this sort of sick green
I never meant to feel so dark and cold
@leejihye is back to sponsoring my alive time by commissioning me!!
the outline that makes the heart ache is by @leeseolhwa and the headcanons are from @directorofthefalselastact ! team effort indeed :3
#OH GOD THIS IS SO GOOD GOOD LORD
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the turkey swiss on rye incident
capricorn-onthe-cob
aha, the full post. get back on my blog.
rubiks-calamity
this is like a book
[Image descriptions in order: a series of paper notes taped to a metal fridge at a workplace. The first reads: To the person who keeps stealing my sandwiches (Turkey and Swiss with mayo on rye),
This is ridiculous. We are all full-grown adults, not children. Please take responsibility for your actions and stop stealing other people’s property!!!]
[The theif responds “Dear Turkey and Swiss on Rye,
I have your precious sandwich, it’s safe. For now. Put 10 dollars on the plate in the fridge or you’ll never see it undigested again.
Turkey Swiss responds “Dear Sandwich Thief,
Please grow up and just return my sandwich! this is very unprofessional! If I ever find out who’s doing this I won’t hesitate to CONTACT HR!!”]
[The theif: Dear Turkey and Swiss
For every hour you continue to refuse my demands I’ll remove another bite of this sandwich. Please take this seriously. We are professionals, after all.
- Sandwich Thief
Attached is a photo of the sandwich on a plate with a knife. A piece of cut off and the photographer is holding it in his hand for the camera to see.]
[The next note is “Dear Sandwich Thief,
Hi. This is Tina from HR. Please return the sandwich and we won’t investigate the matter any further.”]
[The thief responds in big bold letters “Buy me a pizza”. The response is “No.”]
[The thief adds “By the way…I’m not even going to eat it. Just gonna chew it up and spit it out.
How does that make you feel?” Attached is a photo of the thief holding half the sandwich to the sky.]
[Another note from the theif, which says “Oh my dear T-Swizzle. I’m so very far from being the worst. Mankind’s flaws can’t be judged on such a simple spectrum as that. Open your eyes. You lash out at such pettiness, but ignore the hideous nature of the world at large. There is a hunger, my dear Turkey and Swiss on Rye, a hunger that is spreading from the deepest, darkest pits of this hellish corporate chasm. This sandwich is the birthcry of a new era, and when the revolution finally comes, pitiful vagrants like yourself will be the first to be devoured.
The deed is done. Weep for the world you once knew. For it is but crumbs upon the sill of despair. Soon to be swept away by the righteous gusts of Change.” Attached is a photo of an empty plate with crumbs.]
[A note from HR which says “Hi, Tina from HR again.
Francis, we checked the office’s printer queue and traced the requests back to your desk. Could you please come to see me at your earliest convenience.”]
[In small letters, Francis the thief posts his last message: I’m sorry please don’t fire me.]
I have the slightest obsession for the trope where a man becomes a father and tries to ignore the hot neighbor next door who keeps making him confront his attraction to jerks
I think there is such a desperation for greatness that bites at me everyday despite the sheer impossibility of it becoming a reality. I know that my memory cannot remain forever, and I will eventually be forgotten just like the rest of humanity. I’m so constantly striving for the praise and acknowledgment that I often forget that everyone is just the same as me. I’m not looking for this golden diety of holy god to give me praise, I’m simply looking for another person to appreciate what I create. And I think that if I keep striving for that unattainable goal of becoming immortal in memory, I’m going to be unhappy for my entire life, and life is so short, so I should just try to be happy. I should just try to be happy with my life, and appreciate everything. Because there is nothing to live for, but there’s nothing to die for, and if I’m going to die anyway then I should just try my best to enjoy a life that I can look back on and be proud of.
everyone has a ship thats just: theyre perfect. they hate each other. theyre married. they havent spoken in 15 years. they have date nights three times a week. theyre divorced. theyre pining, its unrequited. its requited. theyre starcrossed. theyre meant to be. theyre doomed by the narrative. they love each other. theyve never held hands. they wont stop making out at parties. they cant look each other in the eye
yeah i’m doomed by the narrative but i have a little time to be absolutely gay
cruelty is so easy. youre not special for choosing it
"The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist; a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain."
-Ursula K. LeGuin, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas
the reason i love the comparison between angels and machines (robots, transmission towers, trains, computers, etc.) is that it gets to the heart of what angels essentially are: divine machines. they're mechanisms through with the divine is able to act, created with a purpose and "happy" to fill it simply because they were made to do so. they have more in common with a machine programmed to run on algorithms and make calculations based on input commands than they do with humanity, even if they bear a human visage - an attempt by the divine to help bridge the gap. angels do not need to be eldritch monstrosities to be terrifying, because they are already alien to us simply by being angels. for an angel to choose to deviate from their purpose and achieve free will is to fall because in order to have free will they can no longer be an angel, because an angel is defined by its purpose. much like the stories we tell of robots that gain sentence, only to discover that they can never truly be human, but neither can they go back to being a machine, angels who fall become something else entirely, purposeless and adrift and alone. it is a tragic sacrifice.
"did it hurt when you fell from heaven?" did it hurt when you realized you no longer had any purpose? that you weren't needed, and could easily be replaced? that the very fabric of your existence had been irreparably torn asunder and it was up to you to pick up the pieces and make something of them? that you would always be seen as a deviant monster by some no matter what you did next? that your choices have consequences? if you spent your whole life knowing exactly who you were and what you were meant to be, only to be cast aside and left to fend for yourself when you changed your mind, would you not be hurt? would you not be scared? would you not be angry?
Anonymous asked:
out of nothing more then curiosity, thoughts on jinjae?
i would like to preface this with a disclaimer that i do actually, despite what it might seem, have non-shitpost thoughts about jinjae (touched briefly on their respective relationships with personhood & how their evolving partnership reflects that here, not enough imo but id only been reading for a couple of months at that point so i couldn't speak about shj with an appropriate level of confidence and we only so much time on this forsaken earth anyways). especially since shj exists as a foil of sorts to yoojin (re:self-love vs "externalized" love, learning to love oneself through the "other", so on and so forth), with their character developments complimenting the other's in return, jinjae occupies a uhhh. lot of my brain all the time and i need to scream and possibly cry about them. unfortunately it is funnier to post about gay divorce.
second disclaimer: i am both 100% joking in the following post and, at the same time, so incredibly dead serious.
jinjae is a lot of things to me. first and foremost jinjae is a guy that hates the other guy so bad they made it everyone else's problem. jinjae is also a guy that likes the other guy so bad they made it everyone else's problem. jinjae is ALSO two guys that are so obsessed with each other it should be in the dsm-v somewhere. jinjae is a yaoi (early canon). jinjae is a yuri (late canon). jinjae has at least one scum gong. jinjae is brat4brat. jinjae is also brat tamer4tamer. jinjae is ALSO brat tamer4brat. yes that is how it works. jinjae is two single fathers meeting and falling in love except they have the same child and are actively getting divorced with plans to be married again in the spring. jinjae is that trope of some guy's kid liking a teacher/other adult authority or caretaker figure in their life so much they try to set their single father up with said caretaker figure, except the caretaker figure is the biological parent of the child and also the child hates the single father so much. jinjae is a sun/moon couple except SIKE. NO IT IS NOT. jinjae are married. jinjae have been divorced 7 times. jinjae are soulmates (pink thread of fate). jinjae is a threesome. jinjae are on a date at the aquarium right now. jin is poisoning jae's dinner and jae is kicking his feet giggling and twirling his hair with hearts in his eyes. okay i need to stop referring to them as jin and jae. jinjae are constantly embroiled in psychological warfare except one side thinks losing will mean forfeiting his life and the other side thinks losing will mean that he won't get to pay for lunch. jinjae have shared a bed and neither of them talk about it. jinjae is deeply homoerotic. like 'lighting your cigarettes with the same flame' homoerotic but even more (there were roses involved). jinjae is doomed. they're perpetuating the cycle. they're [REDACTED, SOUND OF CRYING, CAR CRASHING]. jinjae are making each other worse. jinjae are getting better together. and most importantly jinjae are in love.
i could say more but this ask has been sitting in my mailbox long enough im sorry. i don't actually have any thoughts on jinjae because as soon as i try to think about them The Horrors get me. and also The Love.
edit: i didn't even talk about the "you ghosted me so im going to blow up your house". not much more context is required. insane gay people.
#gay men #yeah get it i guess #the jinjae frfr #good delicious and mouth watering take(comical), it’s like someone doused me in cold oil and gave me a warm bath right after
yes it's cool when unrequited love isn't treated as this huge tragedy and people can still be friends or accept it and move on but i do love the fucked up dynamic you get when someone is so utterly obsessed with someone else that they beg and plead with them just to be allowed to devote themselves to them like a dog even if they get nothing in return for it. when the love is completely one sided but it isn't any less intense for it.
just let me stay with you. let me sleep at the foot of your bed. i would kill for you. i would die for you. if you won't share a life with me, at least let me dedicate mine to you.