#festering wounds.

[self-spaghettification]

today i learned

the rip in khessa's vision looks exactly like the scar across xadia

one fiery wound--mid vision--that spreads, becomes all consuming, and leaves only ashes... for khessa, and possibly for xadia as well, it seems to be the intention with that reference.

[marielism]

ive been a nasty girl or hwatver Tinashe said

[representative-democracy]

everyphoto of Edward Little i have saved to my computer is tragged with 'sad' or 'pathetic' in some kinda way

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+ Jopson and Gibson friendship supremacy

[saltpepperbeard]

I hope you find that. I think I have.

[valtsv]

when i'm doing literary analysis and i see an opportunity to discuss my favorite themes and tropes

[artuurle]

I don't have a silly cheeky comment for this one besides it leans heavily on my headcanons and stuff on Grujaja. (that's how you know ur in the tranches for a character.)

^face of a guy that keeps hurtin his bonds w anyone close to him. Bonus doodles i made while drawing this that are semi related due to being tied to my Gr headcanons unda the cut lol:

[purenonsens]

Long live the new flesh (GIF ver)

[galaxywarp]

hm…. A little 7am Sunday morning venting.

I graduated college in 2020. So I never had any kind of celebration. Everything was in lockdown/quarantine. And I never got handed my diploma, either. I was supposed to fill out some form or something online to request it to be mailed to me.

I never did. My family asked for over a year about it. I kept saying I would get to it. I never did. Eventually they stopped asking.

I know I “should” want my diploma. It’s supposed to be a big deal to me. It’s a 4 year bachelors degree in software development. It’s supposed to be a big deal. It’s something other people frame and hang on their walls as a thing of honor and pride.

I never wanted that stupid piece of paper. I still don’t.

And the more I reflect and the more I actually sit with my feelings about it, I don’t think it’s actually because I don’t feel like I earned it. I know I worked my ass off for that degree. I know how hard it was. It’s software development, for fucks sake. It wasn’t easy.

But I never wanted it.

I hated school. Bipolar depression made me so bad at school. My whole life. I honestly never really even wanted to go to college. I just felt obligated to. That’s what smart kids do. They go to college and they get STEM degrees. That’s what was expected of me.

My depression only got worse after 18. That’s when the bipolar really developed inside my brain. I ended up addicted to heroin and meth. It was the only way I was dragging myself through all of my classes and assignments. Until even that stopped working. And I had to repeat senior year twice because I kept ending up in the hospital and/or trying to kill myself so I didn’t complete my senior project.

But I DID it. In the end, I DID it. I graduated. Hooked on heroin and meth and so depressed I couldn’t recognize myself as a human being. But I did it.

And pride isn’t what I feel about it. It’s mostly just ……resentment.

I hated school. It was just a grueling tedious painful experience that I felt obligated to get through.

And when I did finally get through it, I don’t care to have a piece of paper reminding me about it.

[videoviolence]

RADIOACTIVE PUKE! ☢️🐺

[raayllum]

and if Aaravos got his claws into dark magic use (re: possession) to create a bridge (metaphorical in getting the cosmic council's eventual attention, literal if it helps construct a bridge) between their two worlds (the heavens and earth) what then

[paperglader]

So… I did jingliu’s companion mission…

you’re telling me that the only thing that’s been keeping this woman alive is hatred and a promise she made to someone she loved like eons ago… and that the reincarnation of that same woman who she made the promise to told her that she could cure her mental turmoil if only she let herself rid of the torments of the past, and jingliu was like “nope, my pain is the only thing that’s keeping the memory of my loved one alive, so I shall bare it till the stars go dark” TO HER FACE. And then proceded to tell her that even though she couldn’t physically do anything to aid her illness, just by being near her once again, she healed more than any medicine could’ve ever done.

So, she’s doomed by immortality to live her life infinitely with the grief of the loss of the one she loved + the loss of her own sanity, and the guilt of the deeds made whilst she wasn’t lucid in her own body. Believing herself a sinner and a criminal, with no memories of the good times, all stolen by her own mind- with only hatred left towards the people that she once called her friends. A revenge that could never be fulfilled by her own blade. So, she seeks for one last final respite before being locked away at last, to serve her due. She tries one final time to draw blood, to diminish, to sever- to grant a favor, to end a life. And throughout that last display of violence she gets, once again, to see a flash of the face that she had missed so dearly, of a soul she once loved that until then had been stored amongst forgotten phantoms of what once was. In the end neither of them get what they sought. Either way, they are doomed to keep trying still, for eternity. To hate each other. To mourn. To hate themselves, to punish themselves, to punish each other. To kill. To die. To be reborn, yet again, with the same weight on their shoulders and a feeble mind that’s just on the verge of collapse. Sick and tired. Forever.

[voilaammayi]

us all, starting yet another one sherlock adaptation and telling ourselves it’s hope and not delusion to expect johnlock to happen maybe this time:

[saintmelangell]

the judaic circumcision vs the christian castration: god and jacob grasp each other's loins, servants hold their master's genitals, the covenantal knife is laid against the head of the cock and trusted not to mutilate, to only mark the organ of life with a mark of god, the body's limbs spelling out his unsayable name. biblical men open their thighs and proffer themselves. jesus mounts the cross and a gentile knife opens his womb: split skin, blood drawn, the the veil in the holy of holies tears like a hymen. folds of cloth obscure his sexual parts for eternity. women dream of nursing from his breast and wearing his foreskin on their fingers. the eternal knife slipped. he is either castrated or transformed. "some are eunuchs from birth, some by others, some made eunuchs for the sake of the kingdom of heaven." (let anyone with sexual organs listen.)

[scaredstupid]

for always and ever, now and forever

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[sickfreaksirkay]

we need to get weirder about the fisher king

[snowangeldotmp3]

hey do you guys think agatha was ever jealous of wanda? like, yes she is a power hungry witch and she takes power from the undeserving and she’s the biggest conwoman who ever lived but, in wandavision, she has that moment when the twins talk about raising sparky from the dead. her whole façade drops for a second when she asks “…you can do that?”

wanda is a being of spontaneous creation. chaos. agatha takes. and takes. and takes. she can’t create. agatha watches as wanda gets to create a false reality where everyone she loves is alive and she has a chance to see them again. agatha can’t do any of that. her powers are destructive. the only way she keeps nicky alive is through the ballad. which she uses to con and kill other witches.