Nevermind That He Ignored 8 Zillion Glaring Red Flags But Eye F*king A Man As He Massages A Heart Causes

you HURT izzy? you make him suffer and cry? oh! oh! kudos for author! kudos for author for One Thousand Years !!!!!!

How’s that for an answer?

‘When you find somebody who absolutely gets you, that is a beautiful thing, and it is hard not to want to be in the presence of somebody who really, truly understands you. It’s a rare, rare thing…’ ~ Bryan Fuller

lestat de lioncourt gaslighting, mansplaining, girlbossing, manipulating, gatekeeping and malewifing his way through unlife…

btw if u don’t wanna be a girl u can just not be a girl. if u don’t wanna be a boy u can just not be a boy. likewise for being a woman or a man or any gender that has ever existed.

there’s no test you need to pass or license u need to hold to trans your gender - you can just decide one day that u feel like doing something different. if ur waiting for permission, i’m giving u permission. go be happy.

Every time I think about the fact that Akechi was Joker’s justice, and vice versa, I lose my mind at how intimate it is.

Akechi made you promise before he died to take down the man that had hurt you both, and when another man brought him back to play puppets he asks you to put an end to it as well. Akechi’s justice was never about him doing the final strike, his was allowing someone else to do it for him. His justice was having someone who cared enough to listen to him, and to do as he wished.

But for Joker, his justice was taking down the man who had killed his friend and framed him with his own two hands. His justice was deciding, that no, he refused to live in an illusion and then did something about it himself. Joker’s justice was taking the injustice done to you, and those around you, and being given the chance to end it yourself.

Akechi’s justice was having someone listen, and Joker’s justice was being given the chance to enact it himself. They perfectly mirrored each other, and understood what the other needed without even saying anything about it. It’s just so intimate, how could I not lose my mind over them?

The horrors don't cease if you don't want them to...