#A CHILD WEANED ON POISON CONSIDERS HARM A COMFORT..................

[super-nova5045]

babygirl you are SO physically and mentally unwell

[nadjasnandor]

he should have been a tumblrina

[manderleyfire]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON COUNTDOWN TO S2 Day 7 – Dynamics: Otto x Alicent x Aegon

[why] DO YOU [destroy yourself] LOVE ME?

[preordainedplace]

so haunted by eduardo’s relationship with his father and the way it’s presented in the film. like he’s literally only mentioned three times across all 164 pages of the script but what we see of the achievement-oriented nature of their dynamic sets up and narratively justifies the pattern of people-pleasing behaviour that eduardo spends the entire duration of the film attempting to break out of. and when eduardo does manage to finally break that pattern by freezing the account, by asserting a boundary to stop mark from continuing to financially take advantage of him, he’s punished for this perceived transgression so harshly that it destroys not only his relationship with mark but also his relationship with his father, cementing that the behaviours he exhibits in his relationship with Mark in regards to acts of service are founded in and perpetuated by the way that his father treats him. if you’re raised with an angry man in your house there will always be an angry man in your house

[jesse-pinko]

Feelings on Amma and how desperate she is for affection? She occupies my brain constantly but I’m not smart enough to talk about her.

*Rubs hands together like an uggo little housefly* I have sooo many thoughts okay so Amma is an abused child whose choice of coping mechanism for said abuse is to try and make believe some sense of control over her situation by pretending that she is in a symbiotic rather than abusive relationship with her mother, that she and her mother have a mutual understanding whereby Adora gets to uhh umm straight up poison her, but in exchange must shower her with the love that Amma knows, deep down, isn’t really there. Amma wants this compensation for her suffering, and the only currency of any value to her is her mother’s love, and the only consolation she has is that she might someday get to be a beautiful, perfect ghost, like Marian. That maybe someday, Adora will kill her, and she will have secured herself the best case scenario for a women in Wind Gap, which is to be perceived forever as the feminine ideal without the possibility of disgrace always looming overhead (similar ideas of The Dead Girl being society’s underlying feminine ideal, the inevitable outcome of the expectations placed on women and girls, were also explored in Gone Girl). We see Amma’s relationship with both her mother and Alan reflected in her relationships with sex and boys, in that she lets older boys sexually abuse her and tells herself she’s the one using them, and that these transactions are just that, transactional, the only kind of love she knows, and the boys largely inconsequential. And her dollhouse, her fancy, needs to be an exact replica of her mother’s house because it allows her to exercise control over an environment she otherwise has no real control over. Adora striking up friendships with Ann and Natalie was a breach of contract that had to be rectified, and so when murdering Ann and Natalie only ends up elevating them to the lauded status of Dead Girl, and they receive more attention than ever, Amma is beyond furious, and receives Camille with some measure of warmth because she is primed to find a new mother if the old one can’t keep up her end of the bargain, though she can’t rule Camille out as competition. And while she most certainly felt antipathy toward her victims, her romanticization of death is what really enables her to kill without remorse. After all, what she wouldn’t have given to be Marian, loved by her mother, loved by everyone, forever, without ever having to bleed for it again. Because nobody in her life loved Amma enough to help her until Camille, and by then it was already too late. And she doesn’t stop killing even after she knows it won’t get her the outcome she wants, because she needs to feel it again, that power over another person, another child, another girl. Amma has never felt less like a helpless victim, less like those murdered girls, in her whole life. Which just makes the whole thing that much easier.

[aerionbrightflamed]

it’s just that i fell in love with a war

[nimiana]

i feel sick

flymms' kitchen / gortash's safe in his office

[murphycooper]

“sweetpea” is sooooo good and ella purnell is spectacular in it

[bornwholocker]

hello succession tumblr I would like to submit this for your consideration

[a-playlists]

a child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort

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[kalakilo]

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[priestbitmoved]

𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 . . .

𝑨𝑵𝑰𝑴𝑨𝑳 : Puma or Appaloosa horse. 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑼𝑹 : Maroon. 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮 : Hey You by Pink Floyd ( Hey, you, out there on the road, always doing what you're told / Can you help me? / Hey, you, out there beyond the wall, breaking bottles in the hall / Can you help me? / Hey, you, don't tell me there's no hope at all / Together we stand, divided we fall. ) 𝑵𝑼𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹 : 666. 𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑹 : 04:00. 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑻 : Rosa 'Precious Platinum.' 𝑺𝑴𝑬𝑳𝑳 : Tobacco and worn leather. 𝑪𝑹𝒀𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑳 : Tiger's Eye. 𝑺𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑶𝑵 : Summer. 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬 : A lonely, fire-damaged house at the end of a suburban street. A family lived there once upon a time. I'd also associate Donnie with a crowded arena during a concert, a smoky bar, or a long stretch of highway in the American Southwest. 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑹 : Loneliness. 𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻 : Motorsports. 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 : Denial. 𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 : Love. 𝑴𝑨𝑮𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑨𝑩𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 : Pyromancy. 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑰𝑻𝒀 𝑺𝑼𝑩𝑱𝑬𝑪𝑻 : Psychology. 𝑴𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬 : Centaur. 𝑴𝑨𝑱𝑶𝑹 𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑨 𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑻 : The High Priestess. 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑶𝑹 𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑨 𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑶𝑻 : King of Wands. 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑹𝒀 𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑹𝑬 : Horror thriller, with romantic undertones. 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹 𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑵 : Scorpio. 𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻 : Fire. 𝑾𝑬𝑨𝑷𝑶𝑵 : Double-barreled shotgun. 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑱𝑰𝑺 : ❤️‍🔥🤟🤬

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[morganlefaes]

The Wicked Day, Mary Stewart.

[bloodenjoyer]

i need to reread sharp objects

[anomalygal]

Sharp Objects ending was really disappointing wtf :(( I was really liking how it was turning out but the whole “don’t tell mama” at the end made it really cheap 😭😭

[crucifixi]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Happy Birthday Nico!

Today was December 6, the date Miss Melanie had assigned to him as his birthday. Wolfwood stood alone in the cool night, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. He took a long drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs before exhaling slowly. As the smoke drifted away, his mind wandered back to a memory from long ago.

It was a day just like this, except filled with laughter and cheer. Miss Melanie and the hopeland kids had thrown him a small surprise party. He could still see the makeshift cake, a haphazard tower of sweet rolls and jam, the children's excited faces, and Melanie's warm smile. They didn't have much, but they made do.

He was jolted from his reverie by a distant call. "Wolfwood!" The urgency in the voice brought him back to the present. He dropped the cigarette, crushing it under his boot. The smoke dispersed, taking along with it the remnants of his memory.

❛ I’m coming, don’t need to scream bloody murder— ❜

He called out and rubs the back of his neck with a sigh. With one last glance at the starlit sky, he turned and walked towards the source of the call, the echo of laughter still lingering in his ears.