uhm.,,. doodle of lyf/marius/brian :33 prophet boyfriends rent free in my brain
they are making breakfast 🍳♥️
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while source hunting i found "Determined Raptures": St. Sebastian and the Victorian Discourse of Decadence by Richard A. Kaye which i think is about what i was talking about a few months ago abt st sebastian always being drawn sexually, but it goes into why which is cool
link to me going on abt st sebastian always being so erotic that is mostly for me because i keep losing it and i need a link or else it will be lost forever
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My two current obsessions stopped fighting in my head and started to make out with each other instead.
Now I want Dagon and Poison Ivy to become besties and save the ocean together. Violently.
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i think the problem (?) is that the only kind of (fictional?) love that interests me is the kind of love that changes the world. the kind of love that derails the narrative, the kind of love that changes everything -- not necessarily by how special or unique the love is but by the very mundanity of it. the love that grows, not in spite of the barren lovelessness of Before, but out of it. i think that's why I'm always so invested in ships that are two people diametrically opposed to each other, or enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, or two people on separate sides of the morality issue coin, because i love it when love... not that it changes a person but it allows the person to Become. the space, the grace, to change. to love the monster, to love the unlovable and the intolerable, is to make it something other than a monster, than unlovable, than intolerable. i love it when being loved at your worst, ugliest, most horrible self is what makes you want to be someone worth loving. like is this ANYTHING to anyone or
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