I thought it was like a modern take on the book but no yall are just collectively reading actual Dracula and liveblogging it like Jonathan Harker is an influencer or some shit. Never change
I love Hideo Kojima he makes multiple games where characters give long winded monologues (that he personally wrote) about how US entertainment media is designed to manufacture consent for the military, and then he’ll spend 3 days gushing about Top Gun
Kojima is very anti war, but also he has like a little kid brain where he just loves military hardware and spies and soldiers and he especially loves big machines that go really fast and make huge kabooms, and I think it’s the tension between these two parts of him that makes his art so deliciously insane
Do you like enemies to lovers because it’s hot or do you like enemies to lovers because you think of yourself as unlovable & unworthy of love and therefore like the idea of someone seeing all the worst in you right away and still falling in love with you anyways
At the risk of getting a little personal:
I like enemies to lovers because i like the idea of someone immediately seeing all the worst in my and loving me BECAUSE of it.
I want someone to look at my anger, this thick, viscous, righteous thing i keep in my chest because thats what expected of me. I want them to want that. I want them to draw it out of me and go “yes, YES, there you are. That is you and i love it.”
I want them to love me being angry. Selfish. Ugly. I want them to see me not being good and heroic.
And i want them to say “i love that because i love you.”
When I first started teaching yoga I would occasionally laugh to myself because it felt like we were playing Simon Says and I was always Simon. Even after several months of training I didn’t feel qualified to teach because I just wanted to know more. That feeling has made me realize a great teacher is a permanent student. You’ll never know everything but you should always be open to learning, even if it means changing the way you do things. What I seek for my students to learn is that you’re really your own best teacher. I’m sure you’ve heard it before but here is the reason why, it means you’re being aware. Aware of your capabilities, needs, sensations, emotions and so much more. Go where your body wants even if that’s not exactly what the teacher is saying. Learning about yoga is more about being conscious of your body than the postures. Try to remember this the next time you step on your mat. | #practiceandalliscoming #awareness #conciousness #listen
“Isn’t it nice,” Peter says, “to have nothing to lose?”
When he runs his thumb down the side of Jon’s cheek, Jon arches into it, seeking even the memory of warmth. Jon closes his eyes and his face is drawn and pallid like the moon. Peter thinks he could chart his course by it, be guided out to sea as sure as the north star. Dangerous.
“Isn’t it nice to be already dead?”
Jon makes a soft sound of agreement, a broken whine, like a child who cannot bear the weight of words. He wears emotions like a live wire. They hurt him as much as they hurt Peter. Peter winds his fingers through the soft, dark tangle of Jon’s hair and doesn’t let go.
“Just think,” Peter says, “Just think how painful this would be if you loved me.”
“What would it be like if I loved you?” Jon asks, opening his eyes and looking up at Peter. Jon’s eyes have always reminded Peter of a calm sea at night. The kind of endless black that tricks the eye into assuming it is flat. Tricks a sailor into assuming it is harmless. Jon reaches up and brushes the tips of his fingers against the corner of Peter’s mouth like he is discovering something entirely new.
“If you wear your heart on your sleeve,” Peter says, “It will eventually lose its balance and shatter on the ground.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” Jon answers, pulling himself up and into the expanse of Peter’s chest. “I wouldn’t mind losing my heart. Then we’d match.”
Peter chuckles, his breath ruffling through Jon’s hair as he settles himself pointedly like a burden in Peter’s lap. A sure weight, that will drag him down. Dangerous.
“I suppose so,” Peter agrees. He presses his lips as he speaks to the top of Jon’s head and it reminds them both of a kiss. “And wouldn’t it be nice to have nothing left to lose.”
Folks if I could turn your attention to the windows, you’ll see the native Elias fucker in its natural habitat. Observe the complex rituals it engages in to brainstorm new fic ideas. These creatures will sometimes scroll for miles and miles to find proper sustenance and bring it back home to the nest.
