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violence | 22 | it/its

[emiyamore]

nvm found it yay

[necrocanophile]

I didn't grow up female socialised or whatever but I was a teenage boy that got molested a lot and that's basically the same thing

[onceiwashere]

literally sincerely the people's princess

[amphibianshaped]

[stuckinapril]

(in love with you) (bursting at the seams to talk to you) (heart teeming chest aching) hey how are you

[pervertcunny]

source

[keikibuns-deactivated20200710]

For revenge, for love, for “please take me back”

[palindromordnilap-deactivated20]

[mizuinokima]

描かなきゃよかった？

2020.7

[blushingbloom]

horse bridle made from watsonia leaves by Hannah Thornhill

[radiation]

Small mockup/proof of concept of an experimental video technique, one which I have dubbed "Jumpcalm". I am looking to further develop this idea for use in psychotherapy and mental health practices at scale.

[sixpenceee]

MARK POWELL’S HELLISH DIORAMAS 

As a horror artist, Powell’s pieces are some truly disturbing work. He describes them as “miniature environments where imaginary beings evolve, devolve, consume, excrete, multiply and decay” 

It certainly creeped me out. The detail is both gruesome and amazing. 

[playstationpark]

Head Cracking ‘Rumble Roses’ PlayStation 2

[necrocanophile]

occasionally reminded of the time my sixth form geography teacher singled me out nd said "when Jane kills itself, it'll probably come back as an orchid" during a lesson on the carbon cycle which was definitely not the thing to say to the suicidal tranny but

[necrocanophile]

furnishing our living room properly

[necrocanophile]

more Janey nudes around the house

[they-bite]

part of the fun of the original alien is the horror of the nostromo itself imo. it’s a cell of corporate greed ferrying narrowly-trained workers across barren space. it’s huge and yet claustrophobic, cockpits crammed with machinery giving way to yawning berths dripping chains and water. the supercomputer is named mother in a stroke of human anthropomorphization, but instead of providing comfort or protection, it’s only a courier between its creator and its wailing brood. ripley yells “mother! mother!” at a matronly-voiced computer that speaks calmly over her helplessness. the ship is full of endless details and patterns and unlabeled buttons and dials the audience can’t entirely make sense of; to do anything on the ship is a rigorous, technical process, and we must depend on the characters to know it. the internal mechanics of the ship are so alien that a literal alien can hide among the bits and bobs and not be noticed. it’s great.

[dankmemeuniversity]

[iamoutofideas]