How We Feel About My Invader Zim Bra I Got, Gays

everyone who is mad at the romantic drama in x-men 97 has forgotten the x-men have always been a telenovela and this is what makes them great

Guess who got a vertical labretttt 😊

Needed to get a piercing forever and finally got one

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

dating apps suck.

who wants to start a tumblr mutual to lovers romance with me instead?

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Fear

A thing covered

In the thing called society.

We have created this

This vile

This villain

This deep seated feeling

We have created it

And then we gave it power.

We give it power over our lives

Afraid of everything.

Afraid that if we aren’t a certain way

We will get killed.

Afraid of what others think

Because that is what we are taught.

We are afraid of getting left

Because we are taught

That being left can only equal

Being worthless.

That being left

Is because you weren’t good enough.

You weren’t good enough for them.

You weren’t able to keep up.

You were too different.

You were too unique.

You were too much You.

So they left.

And with them left your worth.

Society tells us,

That without worth,

We are without being.

Without being able to put a price

There is nothing

And then it was all pointless.

Because even the most priceless of things

Is still marked with a price tag.

The world taught us to be open

And to be afraid of the closed off.

That they had to have done something

Something bad

Something terrible

If they had nothing to say.

That if you weren’t open

Then you weren’t worthy of trust.

We say things we don’t want to,

Because silence has become a crime,

Because our safety and comfort

Is at the bottom of the barrel.

When we speak up

Nobody listens

They say we are crazy,

Because that is what history says.

Because that society taught it.

We are taught

That without a partner

Are we really human?

Without love

Without attraction

Without sexual activity

Wouldn’t we be robots?

Wouldn’t you have to be an alien?

And then when we express the attraction we have,

We are told that it is wrong,

And are instilled a fear

Of speaking about who we love

Just in case the person we talk to

Has a fear

And has a weapon

Even if that weapon

Is a word.

We are taught

That fear isn’t real

And that if we have one

We are weak.

When in reality

We are the strong ones

Because we live every single day

Having to know

That the fear is there

And the object could be around at any time.

For me, it is the dark

Because something could be there

And I am most vulnerable

When I cannot see.

For a friend, it is heights

Because you cannot catch yourself

When pushed off of a building.

For another, it is people

Because of what they might say

Or what they might do

And they have to have hope

That someone doesn’t snap

And decide that it was their time.

Fear is not a weakness

It is a strength

That we have been taught

As a necessity.

Any man that interacts with my posts will now be put in a PIN OF SHAME which will be the list where I will tag the men because all the tags I use are literally ones y’all shouldn’t be in you fucking creeps. This is the warning. I’m 18 and already annoyed at the world don’t fucking test me.

First one so far: @daddydarkrenzo get off my blog creep.

Second: @domeafavorandfuckoff why don’t you fuck off the lesbian tags weirdo with a foot fetish

Third: @spark-siren who used a photo that wasn’t his to try and sext and then is older than my father.

One Last Goodbye and a Million New Hellos

Wolfstar, pert two of Memories.

The light was strange, he felt strange, like he was floating, but falling as well. That’s when it hit him, he had died, Sirius Black, the best marauder, the boy who refused his upbringing, had been killed, by his own cousin.

He didn’t know how long it had been since he had been pulled back to his home, now closed off to everything outside of it. He had shifted, now a black dog, Padfoot making its last appearance. He sat and watched, the two people he hated leaving now stood away from him, unaware of how close he was. Their voices were mumbled, distant, showing how far away he actually was, and how alone he had truly become. There was one thing he did hear though, the one thing that the veil was unable to silence, something he had been waiting years to hear.

“I love him too, with every bit of my heart.” Remus finally admitted, causing Sirius to stand, now wishing so desperately that he could run to the werewolf, and hold him, like they did once, all those years ago, when Remus was Moony, when he was his Moony.

“I love you too Moony.” Sirius found himself replying, wishing with his entire heart that Remus knew this, that Remus didn’t think Sirius hated him.

October 15, 1976, Marauders’ dorm,

It was silent, Remus Lupin busy studying for exams, and Sirius Black, silently admiring the boy. How could Sirius not, the guy’s nose was scrunched up, a habit he had while working on a particularly difficult question, his hair had fallen in front of his face, and his legs were crossed, his posture was horrendous but oh well, Sirius found it cute.

“I can feel your eyes, creep.” The wizard said, looking up slightly, his hair now covering his eyes. Sirius only shrugged before moving, sitting beside Remus and uncovering his face.

“I can’t help that you just seem to demand all of my attention, 24/7, always.” The other jokes, Remus just shaking his head. Sirius looked at the book Remus had been looking over. “Oh ew, why are you studying history again, I thought you already finished these?”

“Just refreshing my mind, we have an exam and I have to know this stuff.”

“You should take a break.” Sirius said, playing with the stray hairs that laid on Remus’ neck, moving ever so close, riling the poor wolf up.

“Sirius, this is an important exam.” Remus stated, trying to focus his attention back onto the book, finding it difficult as Sirius had now begun peppering Remus’s jaw line with kisses, the boy’s pulse quickening ever so slightly at this.

“Fifteen minutes, that's all I ask of love, you need to let your mind rest.” The animagus replied, pulling the book out of his boyfriend’s hands, making sure to dog ear the page before throwing it to the side. Sirius knew that he had won, Remus’ eyes were now completely dilated.

“Ten.” Remus decided, pulling Sirius down with him.

June 14th, 1996, the afterlife,

“Hey look who it is, the Black brothers, once again reunited!” James exclaimed, as Regulus and Sirius walked together. Sirius smiled, finally being able to see his best mate once again, the one he was closest to, after Remus.

“Great to see you again Potter, you too Evans.” Sirius replied, Lily only offering up a gentle smile.

“Don’t worry Black, he won’t take that long, it’s impossible for the marauders to stay apart for long.” She said, hoping to comfort him. He only nodded, before walking off, his spirit drifting to the Mirror of Erised, not moving, as it showed those days, where he was truly happy.

April 8th, 1975, Room of Requirement,

“You became what?” Remus exclaimed, anger and shock clear as the night sky. Sirius flinched lightly, hoping Remus wouldn’t have seen this as a bad thing.

“Look, Rem, I did this for you. I don’t like you having to sit through these moons all on your own, it hurts, and you won’t hurt other animals, only humans, so I am perfectly safe.” He explained, the brown haired boy listening to none of it.

“That doesn’t matter, you did it illegally, if you get caught you could end up going to Azkaban, you could get expelled, I could lose you.” Lupin said, his worries getting voiced. Sirius just sighed.

“You won’t lose me, I swear.” He promised, getting up and hugging his boyfriend, “if anyone even tries to take me away then I’ll just fight back, I am not leaving, not by my own free will at least.”

January 14th, 1974, Marauders’ dorm,

Sirius could feel the want to sleep leave his body, his bed felt too empty, and cold. He didn’t like it. By the sounds of it, his friends were all asleep already, and yet here he was, trying to force himself to sleep. He had tried everything, even a sleep spell, yet to no avail, he was wide awake. There was only one thing he could think of.

Quietly, trying to not make much noise and cause the others to wake up, he crept out of his bed, the floor freezing. Sirius felt a cold chill shoot through his spine, before getting used to it, and making his way towards the target, Remus Lupin, and his bed. His boyfriend was exceptionally warm, most likely from him being somewhat a wolf, but even then, Sirius just liked being in his presence.

Pulling back the cover, Black slipped into the bed, and wrapped his arms around the sleeping boy’s body, getting as close as he could, the warmth from the other already deadly comfortable.

“Sirius, what’re you doing?” Remus whispered, Sirius felt his blood run cold, afraid that Remus would get upset.

“I couldn’t sleep, my bed was really cold.”

“So your first thought was to come to me?”

“You are really warm okay.” Sirius defended, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks, embarrassment filling him. Remus said nothing, but turned around in Sirius’ embrace, looking at the long haired gryffindor.

“Okay.” He replied, kissing Sirius on the forehead before closing his eyes once again, “now go to sleep please. I love you.”

At that Sirius felt the muscles in his face turn, a smile forming, before a yawn interrupted him. “I love you too, Moony.”

May 2nd, 1998, afterlife,

Sirius was confused, people said that there were multiple new arrivals, one being someone they had all been waiting on. It hadn’t been long since Wormtail died, meaning the last person to arrive was Remus, who Sirius wanted to live, experience the life he was never allowed. Sirius wanted Remus to fall in love, to have a family, to move on, he couldn’t be here, he just couldn’t. Sirius refused, refused to go see and greet the newcomers with James, refused to answer the calls, just refused, afraid of who he might see, someone who didn’t deserve the card that life had dealt him.

“Sirius, please, it’s been a full day, you can’t keep ignoring us.” James said, his voice muffled only slightly through the door.

“No James, I won’t listen to what anyone says, I don’t want to see anyone.”

“Why must you be so stubborn?”

“You know why.”

“You know, despite all the losses, we did it, Harry did it, we won.” James informed, Sirius not responding. He had known, it was all the spirits talked about, how Harry Potter had succeeded, and Voldemort had been brought down, the wizarding world was safe. He remembered those nights, where he would talk to Remus, so proud of his godson and how far he had come, how much farther he would go.

August 9th, 1995, 12 Grimmauld Place,

Sirius sat in his room, looking around, memories he had wished to forget in his mind, playing, over and over again, never leaving. It hurt, the memories of when his mother would kick him out, when his brother had turned away, everything bad that ever happened to Sirius had occurred in this home, except losing his best friend, no, he wasn’t even there for that.

“You know,” a voice came from behind him, Sirius coming to meet Remus’ brown eyes, the ones he would get lost in, “I never did get to see your home, James was the only one.” He finished, coming to sit beside Sirius, not much room between them.

“I never wanted him to, he just came over on his own accord. That and I didn’t want my mother to ever meet you, she isn’t worth your time and you don’t deserve the insults she would give.” Sirius explained, leaning against Remus, missing the warmth he would get. Without missing a beat, Remus wrapped his arm around Sirius, the two were close, it looked like a romance movie, where one was comforting their lover, after a tiring day or so.

“Do you ever regret what happened between us? The arguments, hell, even the relationship?” Remus asked quietly, almost like he was afraid of the question, and in association, the possible answer.

“Only slightly, the arguments most definitely, but the relationship itself, the only thing I grew to regret about that was how it ended, the fact that it ended.” Black answered, Remus relaxing his body some. “What about you?”

“Never, I will never regret having been with you ever, only the way I had acted towards you.” He replied quickly, sounding almost offended that Sirius had questioned him.

“You were a kid Remus, we both were, we weren’t ready for anything serious, and it hurt the relationship.”

“I suppose, what about now?”

“What about now?”

“Well, we are both grown, having lived our lives, gone through things, apart from each other for so long,” Sirius can’t remember when he zoned out, only staring at Remus going over his features s the wolf talked about life, how they both should be grown, “and even if the world looked at us strange we could handle it right?” Remus had noticed now, seeing as Sirius hadn’t been reacting. “Hello? Sirius, were you listening?”

“You know, it's really hard to sit here, be this close to you, and not kiss you.” He blurted out, causing Remus’ face to grow a shade of pink, not really knowing how to respond other than to look at Sirius, slowly noticing the small space between them, a subconscious thing truly. So used to being close to the other, not thinking, but at the same time, he wouldn’t oppose the guy.

“What’s stopping you?” And that caught the great Sirius Black off guard, not prepared for the confidence in Remus’ voice.

“The fact that if I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.” He replied, his face slowly inching closer to Remus’, the space becoming smaller, barely there at this point, the other’s breath becoming ragged.

“In all honesty, I don’t think I would want you to.”

That was all Sirius needed before connecting their lips, the feeling both oh so familiar, and completely new and different, maybe it was because of the scar that had faded on his lips, maybe it was the facial hair, or maybe, it was because Sirius simply couldn’t believe that it was real. They fit like puzzle pieces, neither trying to break apart, rather they were trying to get closer, until the need for air became too important and great, and they were forced to stop.

“So” Remus said, breathless, “Your mother would be furious right now.” He joked, Sirius only wrapping his arms around the other’s neck.

“Good.” Sirius replied, before Remus connected them again, before grabbing his wand and closing the door, pulling Sirius with him to the head of the bed, neither parting the entire time.

May 4th, 1998, the afterlife,

Sirius still hadn’t left, hadn’t allowed anyone inside, he did nothing. It was becoming worrying, but no one could do anything.

“Pads, there is someone here to see you.” James said, doing his daily visit, trying to coax Sirius out of the house, to join the others again.

“Not now James.”

“Oh come on Sirius, you got upset with me for phishing everyone away, and now you are doing it.” A new voice rang through, shocking Sirius to his core, Remus Lupin. Without Sirius answering, his ears now ringing, James had said something about leaving, wishing his other marauder good luck, as Remus had opened the door, Sirius looking at him.

“Hey, long time no see huh?”

“You can’t be here, you shouldn’t be here.” At that, Remus came over to him, looking at his eyes, noting how light they were, more than when he was alive.

“But I am,” He replied, cupping Sirius’ face, wiping the tears that strayed from his eyes, this looked like a reverse image of that night.

June 25th, 1978, the shrieking shack,

“Remus, will you just listen to me! For once in your life just stop and listen.” Sirius exclaimed, Remus sitting down on the very worn down bed of the shrieking shack, a place where they both started coming to more.

Remus shook his head, causing Sirius to sigh, wondering what was going through the boy’s mind.

“No Sirius, you listen, you always have the final say and I am tired of it. You have to be in control all of the time, and I can’t deal with it!” Remus shot back, causing Sirius to look at him not prepared.

“You don’t mean that, that is not true, when have I ever been in control? Everything I have done I’ve done because I was told to, even with you, you tell me that nothing matters when I ask what is wrong. I can’t keep doing this Remus, it hurts me too much to just watch you destroy yourself. I love you, I really truly love you, but I can’t keep pretending as if I can’t hear your cries at night.” Sirius defended himself, moving to Remus, gently bringing his hands up to cup the other’s face, Remus looking anywhere except Sirius, his eyes darting around. “Moony, hey, Remus please look at me.”

“I can’t” He replied, Sirius barely being able to hear him, his voice was quiet, almost like he was afraid to get any louder. The tears had come, Sirius being quick to wipe them away.

“One day, when we are both finally ready, we will find each other, and live the fairytale ending that we deserve, that you deserve. I love you Moony.” Sirius swore, kissing Remus on the head, right where a new scar had begun to form, before leaving for one last time, his heart heavy.

May 4th, 1998, the afterlife,

“I’m real, Sirius, I’m here.” Remus said gently, causing Sirius to zone back in. “You know, you’re as beautiful as the day I lost you, the day you disappeared in that veil.” he said, Sirius only leaning forward, connecting their foreheads, noses bumping together slightly.

“Remember how you asked me if I regretted anything, about us, that night in the shrieking shack, I regret that.” Sirius whispered.

“Why?” He whispered back, Sirius smiling, thankful he wasn’t breaking the silence.

“Because letting you go was the hardest thing I ever had to do.” Sirius whispered, Remus only shaking his head.

“Well, at least you never have to do that again, I’m sorry for taking so long.” He apologized, Sirius smiling. He had expected the werewolf to somehow find a way to apologize, it was in his nature, a thing Sirius had hated, not wanting Remus to ever apologize for living.

“You were worth the wait.”

“I love you Sirius Orion Black.”

“I love you too Remus John Lupin.”

“Your door was unlocked the entire time, and I just stood out in the cold for nothing!” James was heard exclaiming from the door, ruining the moment.

“Really Prongs! I can’t be gay for one second?” Sirius yelled back, James holding his hand up in defense.

“Sorry, my bad, you go, be gay, I’ll find Lily.” James said, turning towards the door and closing it behind him.

“James, you owe me five galleons since Remus said ‘I love you’ first.” Lily said, causing James to groan in annoyance.

“It will never be quiet huh?” Remus asked, SIrius only nodding.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, love.” He said, kissing the boy. Sirius knew, the one regret he had, was never saying a proper goodbye to Remus, but, he would never have to ever again, only having to say a million hellos.

Gambit in his little pink crop top >>>>

The deaths of all the Finch kids are really so unbearably tragic. It really speaks to the quality of the writing and storytelling in ‘What Remains’. They’re written as so vivid and human and real, but also so many of them died so young. They were children, it’s so much harder for me to do the whole ‘well, let’s appreciate the life they did have’ thing when the majority of them didn’t even have a chance to become the people they could have become. And yet the image of who they could’ve been if they survived is so vivid in my mind. 

Edith had that line about how she always imagined Molly as a girl she could be good friends with. Obviously if she didn’t die back in 1947 they wouldn’t really be at the same age group, but she’d be one hell of a Cool Aunt. I can only imagine her Weird Girl tendencies would’ve only grown stronger and stronger with age. Considering her fascination with animals, maybe she would’ve gone to study Zoology or Biology when she grew older? And since she was dissecting a sea star just before her canon death…

Sadly, I’m not sure if Barbara would’ve been able to resurrect her acting career. But there’s some subtle hints in her room that in reality she was more willing to move past it compared to her fictionalized version in that horror comic (which can’t be easy when you live in a room your dad themed entirely around your child-star years THANKS SVEN). That ‘horror convention’ seems to be an invention of the comic, Barbara’s actual room has a flier for a ‘Witch’s Ball’ at Orcas Island High School and a dress ready for it. 

Barbara Finch didn’t actually spend her last day on earth hopelessly trying to revive her dead career, she was hoping to have a fun Halloween party like a regular teenager. Maybe the fact that it was hosted by the Orcas Island High School Drama Club implies she still had an interest in acting and theatre. Maybe she could’ve ended up as a classically trained actress with the child-stardom as just a fun quirk of her past? Or maybe she just wanted to take part in the Witches Ball because she likes Spooky Things? And she could have found her way back into the Horror Scene in a different way, like being a writer or costume designer or something?

Maybe Calvin could’ve become an Astronaut like he always wanted? But I think Calvin might’ve been more enthralled with the fantasy of science fiction than the reality of space travel. I’m thinking a lot about how Sam described Clavin in Gregory’s memoriam as ‘lost in his imagination’. Maybe he could’ve become a science fiction writer or something?

Walter didn’t technically die young, but he still certainly lost most of his years to the Curse. Like, a big thing about the tragedy of Walter to me is realizing his original childhood bedroom was themed after “20,000 Leagues Under the Sea” and trains. 

Lil’ Walter did have an interest in adventure and travel, before his fears took it all away from him. If it wasn’t for the Curse, Walter could’ve actually something with it. Maybe he could’ve traveled around a bit and written about his experiences.

Lewis would’ve probably gone into game design. It’s not just how his fantasies manifest to us the players, but you can actually find books about game design and coding in his room. It seems that the problem was that his crappy job and his depression took away any opportunity he might have had to actually pursue this idea. Maybe if Milton never left, these three Finch siblings could’ve combined their creative skills together to make like, a very cool artsy game.

Speaking of which… man, Edith’s death stings the most because we got to know her far better than anyone else. And it’s not even the fact that she never got to share her all of her thoughts and creativity with the wider world that makes me the saddest. Getting to the end of the game and hearing just how much she was looking forwards to be with her son - even with all the hardships of being a teen mom, she was really looking forwards to it. To meet him, to share her stories with him. But instead, that worn old diary is the only connection between them…

And that’s like… part of what’s so great about WRoEF’s use of its own format. Like, the faux-interactive linearity of the Narrative Exploration/‘Walking Simulator’ is so perfect for selling this tragedy. The way each Death Flashback only moves forwards based on the actions of the Player, but it always moves on the same unchanging doomed path - really highlights both how stupidly preventable so many of these deaths feel and really make the Player wish there was a way to change them. After all, all they need is for Calvin to not swing so hard, for Gregory’s faucet to not turn back on, for Walter to not stand directly on those train tracks and everything would’ve been fine. But at the same time it’s so, so clear to the Player that this is an impossible wish. There is no other way these sequences can go - these deaths have already been written. The most you can you is linger, all you can do is delay the inevitable. 

But it hurts.

shoutout to x-men 97 for making Gambit the WHORE he is in comics. 10/10