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Gregor Samsa on my living room chalkboard
Look, when villains “think they’re the hero of their own story”, it’s best when it’s not like “I must exterminate the universe to achieve true justice”, but “I’m going to emotionally abuse and manipulate my friends because I care about them. No, seriously, it’s not that I’m pretending to care about them, if someone dares to upset them I will make sure to uleash tenfold suffering back upon them, because nobody hurts my friends, except maybe me when they’re thinking about not being my friend anymore. I know what’s best for them, they don’t, and I’m going to help them grow. We’re going to rule the world together someday, and it’s going to be awesome.”
theo’s internalized homophobia be like: what if boris gets the wrong idea about us because of all the times we’ve hooked up while high? why don’t i like boris’s girlfriend? why didn’t i tell him i loved him? what if someone thinks my dog is a gay type of dog to own? what if the cab driver saw us kissing? and we all have to just sit there and let it happen
by Fady Joudah, from the earth in the attic
The amount of people on this site who either miss or deliberately overlook the entire fucking point of Susan Pevensive’s ultimate fate and then turn around to endlessly posture about how “Real adults don’t do fun things like shipping or fandom, why don’t you grow up” makes me want to scream.
(The makeup was a metaphor motherfuckers learn some goddamn reading comprehension.)
"Blue! 'Tis light of Heaven, the domain."
Blue! ‘Tis the life of heaven,–the domain Of Cynthia,–the wide palace of the sun,– The tent of Hesperus and all his train,– The bosomer of clouds, gold, grey and dun. Blue! ‘Tis the life of waters–ocean And all its vassal streams: pools numberless May rage, and foam, and fret, but never can Subside if not to dark-blue nativeness. Blue! gentle cousin of the forest green, Married to green in all the sweetest flowers, Forget-me-not,–the blue-bell,–and, that queen Of secrecy, the violet: what strange powers Hast thou, as a mere shadow! But how great, When in an Eye thou art alive with fate! - John Keats I've been rereading a lot of Keats, and this poem kinda spoke to me. Maybe it would be something Piper would know... @shells-void @vkm11 @cloudsaysthings @piper-wright @dragonie
Based on a conversation with @thestereotypebuster, Bride of Dracula Jonathan Harker
The Borgias 2011 / Dracula 2020 / Reassurances to Hades, Kristina Haynes / Dracula A.D. 1972 / The Bloody Chamber, Angela Carter / Dracula 1931 / Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides, tr. Anne Carson / A Hunger Like No Other, S.K. Osborne
Guess who’s been re-reading Dracula AND watching a lot of Mischief Movie Night In