Every Time I Read A Fanfic And It Hasn’t Been Updated In Forever 😠

after dying god informs you that hell is a myth, and “everyone sins, its ok”. instead the dead are sorted into six “houses of heaven” based on the sins they chose.

Sokka and Suki absolutely deserve more time with each other

If you're reading this...

go write three sentences on your current writing project.

I think that Virgil would be a spider instead given that his room is literally covered in spiderwebs

Dark Side’s Animals And Symbolism

Deceit’s snake like appearance, obviously.

Snakes are known to signify deception and lies, such as with the tale of the garden of Eden and the serpent.

This not only relates to his role as Deceit, but also to his apparent hidden schemes.

The octopus buckle on Remus’s belt. It counts?

Octopuses throughout many cultures represent many things including creativity and unpredictability.

This has to do with his role as the darker side of creativity, as well as his bizarre and erratic behavior.

And Virgil’s hissing and comparison to a cat (when he was only Anxiety)

Cats often symbolize duality and opposites, such as good and evil. They also represent resurrection due to the fable of their nine lives, and balance.

This relates to both Virgil’s past role as a dark side and his present role as a light side. It could also hint as Virgil’s role as the balance between light and dark, and his renewal from one to the other.

Anyways this is all just somethings I noticed, hope it makes sense.

Do you ever feel really hot when you are reading really dirty smut, so hot that you can feel the flames of hell in your back and satan whispering in your ear to come and join him? No? because I do.

The fact us black ppl gotta remind your yt asses that one wrong look, holding an “odly shaped” object, wearing a hoodie, buying takeout, PICKING UP A FLOWER. being autistic, being gay, being trans, driving home, having a broken taillight, sleeping in our cars, SLEEPING IN OUR OWN HOMES, can get us fucking killed? and you still believe that there are “good” cops? that your racist boyfriend only needs a “fixer upper”, that “it’s fine” you still hang out with your racist friends?

It’s completely beyond me. you guys don’t care. even the ones with blm in their bios, you guys don’t care and you show it with every microagression, every “you’re not like those other black people”, every “well actually —” when any of us talk about anything that affects us. you. don’t. care.

Uhhh warning for violence and angst

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"HE LEFT US!"

Deceit had to dodge a flying morning star as he watched Remus breakdown. Deceit was breaking down too, in his own quiet way.

He held Virgil's old hoodie tightly to his chest, hoping Remus wouldn't destroy it in his blind rage and sadness.

"He'll come back…" Deceit muttered, closing his eyes and lifting the hoodie up closer to his face.

"CUT THE BULLSHIT! HE'S NEVER COMING BACK! HE HATES US!" Remus threw more things across the room, hitting the wall next to Deceit.

Deceit would be lying if he said it wasn't quite scary. Though he knew Remus hated being called scary.

"He…" Deceit shut his mouth, knowing nothing he could say would calm Remus down. Nothing he could say could fix this.

He knew Virgil wasn't coming back, that they had been abandoned yet again.

He couldn't do anything except fall against the wall and slowly slide down until his knees were against his chest, staring down at the old jacket until his vision blurred with tears.

"I'LL KILL HIM! I'LL RIP OUT HIS EYEBALLS AND SHOVE THEM UP HIS OWN NOSTRILS!"

Remus' threats to hurt Virgil faded into static as Deceit kept staring at the jacket. His tears and all the yelling and all the static were giving him a headache, but he didn't move or wipe his face. He just kept staring at the jacket.

What had he done wrong? Why did Virgil leave them? Was it Remus' fault? No, surely not. It had to have been something Deceit done.

He had begged Virgil to stay, begged him not to leave, begged him to at least try to convince Patton to let Deceit and Remus come too.

Maybe he should have tried harder. It was all Deceit's fault now. Virgil was gone and he and Remus were still stuck here. Stuck not being cared about or known. Stuck being evil and scorned.

When he snapped out of it, Remus had finally quieted down, facing the opposite wall and weeping quietly.

Deceit put down the jacket and scooted up to Remus, wrapping his arms around the other side and burying his face into his upper back.

"Why do they hate us, Deceit?" Remus' voice was uncharacteristically soft, "What did we do wrong?"

Deceit stayed quiet against Remus for a few good moments before letting out a soft, "I don't know."

He wasn't lying.