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the locked tomb. linguistics. ecology. whatever my brain comes up with. etc. enjoy the ride || they/them || camilla hect stan

[only-alter-idem]

all the other guests: omg don’t turn around but that creepy Ninth nun who took a vow of silence is right behind you! she beat magnus in a sword fight in five seconds. i made eye contact with her yesterday eeek she’s got so much wisdom hidden in those eyes

gideon, wandering around in circles: what the fuck is going on what the fuck is going on where is harrow where is haRROW WHERE IS HARROW

[claracedar]

it is funny to hear that wikipedia is apparently losing site visits to AI because let me tell you wikipedia is not losing site visits from me I am all up in that bitch 24/7 I am reading her down like an enemy I am on wikipedia like white on rice

[therainbowsaws]

hm. jod the father kiriona the son alecto the holy ghost

[moipale]

on first read harrow the ninth is an intricate puzzle that you devour and piece together. on second read harrow the ninth is a psychological horror. on third read harrow the ninth is a comedy

[forgotaboutnoodle]

Every time I see Camilla Hect on my dash

[mawofthemagnetar]

Cold take but all languages are beautiful actually. Every single one. Every single human language on earth is a collection of stories interwoven into the very fabric of the words that are spoken.

“Oh but this language sounds scary-“ have you heard a child speak it while pointing at a butterfly?

“Oh but this language sounds silly-“ have you heard someone’s grandma recite a recipe with such practiced ease it comes off as poetry?

“Oh but this language is really weird-“ and yours isn’t? Everyone’s language is weird, dumbass, it came free with your fucking humanity.

Every tongue that is spoken is a work of art. Every language a unique window into the world.

Isn’t it wonderful?

[dumpyfrog]

Messy comic of that scene from the unwanted guest. Tamsyn Muir please get into stage direction

[trashdogpenultimate]

RULE NO. 1 OF WOUND CARE: ignore itttt :33

[centers-for-disease-control]

DO NOT

[diseases-for-center-control]

RULE NO. 2 OF WOUND CARE: go swimming!! in a pond or especially a public pool :)

[centers-for-disease-control]

WHO TF ARE YOU?!?!?!

[therainbowsaws]

satanist bitches be like throw that ass in a pentagram

[corvophobia]

saddest girl in the world

[therainbowsaws]

i’m sure this has been done before but palamedes’ theory about lyctorhood in the unwanted guest feels deeply metaphorical and tragic when you extend its implications… the lyctors burn their cavaliers for power in a process they assume is eternal simply because no one’s run out yet… and this process was (though the lyctors didn’t know it at the time) an imperfect attempt to recreate the system that jod and alecto inhabited… john, the man who was so fiercely protective of the earth that he was willing to do anything to save it… john, the man who is, in a sense, burning the earth for power, and who appears never to have considered whether that power may someday be exhausted

[damuch0]

reading htn ☺️

[politijohn]

Source

[cutetanuki-chan]

gift for the secret santa in tlt whiteboard server :3

[queerprayers]

I love how Advent feels like a gradual narrowing, a zooming in. Fresh off Christ the King, we start with apocalypse. The new year reveals as much as it hides. New beginnings are past, present, and future, and we start with the biggest, yet to come. But we get closer to home. John the Baptist comes crashing in, says big things but whatever he is, he's human. Soon we are with Mary, an unwed teenager, an archangel shrinking to the size of her room. The sign of the king has come from clouds descending to a missed period.

I wouldn't call Christmas smaller, but it is specific. A crying baby, some shepherds. We know what these things are like. A cow's stall can be looked at all at once. For a moment, we're tricked into thinking we've done it, comprehended it all.

But. Epiphany. An expansion. Yes, God came to be human, but read that again. God came. The stars couldn't pretend this was something small. And suddenly we are hurtled again, the child growing up when we're not looking.

But that's getting ahead of ourselves. The end of days is what's in the lectionary today. The bridegroom is waiting. The dim mirror, the dark glass, reflects our candle back at us. The lens hasn't focused yet. We wait.

[the-boring-distopia]

no more Alectopause, I had enough. I'm doing it myself

[aphractal2]

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