--Silence of the Lambs, Hannibal, Arcane, basically all Jekyll & Hyde-related media, classic lit
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A note to anyone from Palestine asking for help from me:
I would absolutely love to donate. Unfortunately, I am a minor with little funds, living in a household which would not allow me to donate even if I had the means to. It breaks my heart to say it, but I am unable to help, and for that I am incredibly sorry.
Once again, I’m very sorry, but to clarify: I cannot donate to any GoFundMes or other campaigns.
i like that rakitin was there for zossima's karamazov family therapy session because he had no business being there and inviting him is such an unbelievably, unquestionably terrible idea for everyone involved from every possible perspective.
like i get the monks they were zosima's friends who literally sat with him on his deathbed. and i get the karamazov family because that was the point. but why the horny seminarian?
like genuinely the only watsonian explanation can imagine for him being invited is alyosha begged zossima to please please let him bring his emotional support bratty leftist pervert frat boy so they can exchange knowing glances from across the room
I think people often underestimate the potential educational value of senseless memes. For example, thanks to Spiders Georg, literally every teenager on Tumblr has a reasonable grasp of what a statistical outlier is and the sorts of problems that outliers can introduce into a naïve analysis. There are grown adults who don’t get that - I deal with them on a daily basis.
Hannibal toward Will in front of Jack: Will, I'm really worried about you. You've been unwell. There's something wrong with your mind, and I'm here to help fix it. Tell me, how can I help you?
Hannibal toward Will during a major medical emergency:
i just got the "see where your blood has gone!" email from giving blood but it glitched and just showed me my current location. which. theyre not wrong. that is where most of my blood is
the summer after my eighth grade year, the one i spent starving myself, my dog killed a female mole in our backyard. i ran out there the moment i saw her in his mouth, demanded he drop it, held her as she slowly stilled. i think they broke her spine, or perhaps her rib cage-- she had no outside wounds, no gaping holes in her skin. i didn't have the tools to bury her, didn't want to upset any dirt, so i laid her in a small divot near the side of our house, just outside the backyard fence, and recorded every day she decayed. i named her, because i knew she needed a name and nothing should die without being known. it was the height of summer and she was bone and string in less than two weeks, and i picked flowers to lay on top of her the moment the maggots and ants stopped their feast. i still have her skull, two ribs, a tooth, and a femur, tucked away in a small round plastic container that used to hold stickers in it. i've never seen an animal on the side of the road that i didn't pray for, though i stopped praying for much of anything else some time ago. i don't remember anything from that summer except for that mole, the only thing that broke through the newly-teenaged haze of self loathing and starvation. she was the first thing i ever watched decay, and the first piece of evidence that even the smallest things are eternal.
the single upside to having incredible sobbing breakdowns about your future/college: my mom is taking me shopping so i can "learn to be a regular teenager for once"
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