#god this was fun to write lmfao

[scrambled-eggsed]

basically im super gay for gwendoline christie, and thanks to a kickass edit by @lavender-knives-ahs (who i think unfortunately deactivated? so the link is to one of my reblogs) i have developed several Thots about Weems and Mary On A Cross by Ghost. so here's a surprisingly long, self indulgent in a fun way, dramatic essay, analyzing the parallels between Larissa Weems and the character of Mary in the song!

the main point that makes me connect weems with the song is her role as a sort of mother figure to Nevermore - especially her relationship and conflicts with Wednesday (about which i will elaborate later), but also in general the care she has for all her students - and the tragic, dramatic end she comes to. meanwhile, "mary on a cross" is such a powerful image of the idea of a maternal figure giving everything she can to her kid - Mother Mary taking the place of her son on his cross, in a supreme act of love and devotion. its a bit sad to think about it, but to be honest if weems hadnt died this comparison wouldnt be as powerful as it is. in any case, weems' death ties her into that same theme of death/sacrifice for someone under her care.

to talk more about the edit - i gotta start with the on-point opening, "not just another bloody mary" playing during weems' scream at the rave'n. it's such an important character moment for Weems - up until the rave'n, the audience knows she has bitter history with the addamses, and that she has something to do with the cover up of rowan's murder. when combined with the coldly immaculate looks and mannerisms she keeps up, it leads to her being a very intimidating character, and extremely suspicious to the audience in regards to the murders. basically, while very compelling and intriguing, she seems distant, cold, and likely to be a cold-blooded killer ----- until the rave'n.

i can definitely say that for me, the scream she lets out was 100% the moment i stopped suspecting she was the killer, and saw that while she might be ruthless, intimidating, and possibly - probably - very flawed, shes also very... normal. as human and as messy as anyone, behind the professional front. after several episodes where she seemed to be distant and cold, that scream suddenly reverses the notion created by the previous episodes, of her being othered from the audience. and i GOTTA reiterate just how perfect the opening of the edit is!!! this scene, coupled with the line leading to the image of poor mary on the cross... *chef's kiss* its such a good choice of scene and lyrics to immediately draw up the comparison between weems - as an empathetic character under a lot of pressure in regards to keeping the children under her care safe - and an unconventional, scared and disheveled character of mary, protecting her son.

another line that was really interesting to me is "your beauty never ever scared me", a line right in the middle of the edit. its such a simple sentiment and expression of adoration, and imo on its own its already strangely captivating, and even more so in the edit. the lighting is suddenly bright and larissa's face is the center of the screen, really letting you focus on her beauty. this line being a change in the chorus from all the repetitions before also helps underline how much the object to whom the singer is directing the line - so, mary, but here also weems - is regarded by him as a pristine, uncorrupted being.

the "never ever scared me" part of the line ties it to the singer's repeated request of having mary run away with him, despite the consequences, and really that sentiment will always hit just right when it comes to weems - if only for the contrast between her usual performance of perfection and the stress underneath (see the previous point), mistakes and eventual death (see the next points).

im saving her death for my final point, but imo her actions leading up to it also create more ground for comparison between her and mary in the song. in a really sad way, many of the things she does for the school contribute to marilyn's betrayal and her own death, and leaving the students to deal with the danger on their own. as the headmistress, she keeps fighting for control over the situation - she is convinced that she knows best how to handle everything that is happening, and so she insists to do things her own way, which includes keeping wednesday in check and not investigating the murders. right up until the very last minute she is alive, she constantly beats wednesday down and claims to be in complete control of the situation.

this is a result of what is, in my opinion, one of the most compelling traits of weems as a character - just how much she is always in charge, to an alarming degree. she is always composed, professional, polite, but even beyond that, she always holds herself gracefully, elegantly, not a hair out of place, in a way that always emphasizes how she's the one in control (i really could go on forever about this, her design is brilliant). everything about her character screams how she undoubtedly holds most of the power in the show - at the very least on the same level with the mayor, if not more than him. she tries to orchestrate the chain of events in the way she sees as optimal, and she undoubtedly has the power to do that. through most of the show she dismisses wednesday and doesnt take into consideration any of her input and opinions, and due to her being absolutely convinced that she knows best, she essentially lets laurel continue her plans until the point where it becomes too late.

this is all to say that weems is headstrong and stubborn, but in the ends its that same stubbornness that ultimately leads to her being murdered, as a sort of unbelievably magnificent failure of everything she tried to achieve. this progression of events is, i think, similar to the narrative in the song, of an unconventional presentation of the character of mother mary - a subversion of her story through the metaphor of a crucifixion, as well as the characterization of her as more of an individual person facing some sort of decision, rather than the known story of her as a mother. throughout the song, the singer wants them to run away together, but he warns her of what would happen, how he would essentially take away from her purity - this is mostly in the phrase "you go down just like holy mary", which could be both "you go down" meaning sex, but also "you go down" as a way of warning her that she would be ruined or corrupted in some way, sexual or other.

both in weems' and in mary's case, theres similar contrast - ruining something uncorrupted, diving headfirst into a dangerous situation, while not necessarily aware of the consequences. while weems is a much more domineering character than mary, they both suddenly face a situation very different from what they know, and end up dying, not even necessarily as a sacrifice - mary's death in the place of her son is also being referred to as something vulgar, and possibly a sort of retribution for the loss of her innocence. meanwhile, weems' death is accidental, sudden, and despite being tragic and emotional it doesnt actually help the school - its not a sacrifice, but a culmination of weems' stubbornness and need to be in control (a very disappointing culmination imo).

weems' death (she isnt dead nope nope nope shes fine. anyway) itself is also a good point for comparison, just for how sudden, messy and somewhat humiliating it is. she was surprised by a quick, deadly attack, from the person who was really the only adult we saw her be genuinely friendly with. she then collapses gracelessly, foaming at the mouth, and then shes just dead, with a final look of fear and hurt she gives wednesday. continuing the previous point, i think this connects to the song through the same narrative of a woman's story ending in sharp and painful contrast to what she knew before - similarly to how mary's crucifixion is depicted in relation to her going down a path that defies purity, through sex or just general rebellion.

while on one hand im not sure theres much to say about weems' character in relation to the sexual interpretation, on the other hand, along the same idea of ruining something pure or clean, weems' clumsy and humiliating death is so shockingly opposite to her usual poised and perfect self. the death itself has so much contrast to her character that it underlines just how much weems' own confidence and headstrongness - insisting to cover up the murders, insisting not to let wednesday investigate, etc - contributed to her being killed by a trusted colleague, and possibly a friend. in a quick turn of events, she finds out that she was wrong, that wednesday was right, that she herself let the killer into the school she cared for so much, and before she has a chance to properly react she is already poisoned and dead. and obviously, thats the perfect scene to end the edit, with a final suggestion from the singer to mary to run away, advance towards her own downfall.

i need to point out that ive really been stretching the narrative of both the song and the show - the image of mary on a cross isnt a clear or necessarily literal progression of events from the choice the singer presents to her. in addition to that, i think weems as a character was just really under-explored in the show, and thats a shame, so many things i said here were my own interpretations and opinions. still, despite all that, the parallels here still hit painfully hard. imo. thanks for reading to the end lmao ily

[essektheylyss]

Fearne had, in true Fearne fashion, wrapped herself like a personal pashmina around Dorian, which left Orym to curl into his chest.

They had slept this way dozens of times before. Fearne’s blackened fingers wrapped tightly around his forearm as she snored loudly into Dorian’s ear. Orym’s head rested on Dorian’s bicep, his arms folded together between them, and his bare feet were gingerly resting upon Dorian’s thighs just above the knees, as Dorian had coiled enough to let Fearne’s fuzzy leg stretch over his hip. They were exhausted, and this was familiar, and he should’ve been fast asleep.

But Orym’s mind buzzed.

Fearne had always been a strong source of heat, but now she was a furnace, and even without covers it was too warm. But Fearne was not the reason why Orym’s skin burned where it met Dorian’s.

He was a fucking grown man. He was fully capable of admitting that.

Admitting it didn’t change it.

Neither did it change his awareness that Dorian had been too still for the past hour, his breath too precise and measured to be natural as it fell upon Orym’s hair. Orym was not going to presume that the cause of this was the same thing afflicting him; there were plenty of other reasons Dorian would be lying awake tonight.

“My family will find your brother,” he murmured finally, and Dorian’s breath wavered for just an instant before he regained his composure and returned to his measured, singer’s breathing. It was so slight that no one else could’ve noticed it, but Orym noticed. “You said there’s a body— the Tempest can bring him back, or Fearne, honestly—“

“I know,” Dorian answered, and this too was so faint that no one but Orym could’ve heard. “I know,” he said again, as though this one was only to appease himself.

“Do you think… do you think any of Opal is still in there?”

“I don’t know. I could barely tell what was in there—“ he cut himself off. “I couldn’t even help my brother. I think Fy’ra Rai might’ve… she must’ve seen something. I hope so,” he added, inhaling, trying to capture an airy tone that he didn’t fully manage. “The Spider Queen doesn’t deserve her. She doesn’t deserve anything.”

Orym had nothing to say to this. He hadn’t cared what the gods did or didn’t deserve in weeks, but now he could see the vein of fury that sharpened Dorian’s edges. It didn’t frighten him the way it had frightened him months ago, when things had been simpler, when there was not a war to be fought. It simply saddened him. “I’m so sorry about Opal,” he said, after the silence had lingered. “But I’m,” he breathed out a single dark laugh at himself, his selfishness, “I’m real glad it wasn’t you.”

Dorian’s laugh matched his own. “I suppose that is a silver lining.”

“I’m so glad you’re here,” Orym admitted. It was easier to keep his voice from cracking at a whisper. “I’ve thought about seeing you again so many times— I wish the circumstances were better—“

“I’m here,” Dorian said, for the second time today. “The circumstances tried very hard to make even that impossible, but— I’m here.”

Orym pulled his arm gently out of Fearne’s grasp and raised his hand to Dorian’s cheek. It was too dark to see the tinge of lavender against his skin, but Orym could feel the warmth bloom beneath his fingers. He still couldn’t bring himself to attribute his friend’s insomnia to anything so self-serving as his own, but perhaps it was one factor.

He pulled his hand back. Was there a flash of disappointment in Dorian’s eyes? He couldn’t tell in the dark. But he brushed his fingers together, drawing upon the wellspring of life within the ground beneath this hastily-erected encampment. The Hellcatch looked like a barren wasteland to most, but that life was still present even here.

Perhaps not now, but after a rainy season, the valley would bloom with wildflowers. The seeds waited in the earth for their time to sprout. Life went on, even in the darkest of places.

He produced a small stalk of life from his hands, and held out the tiny bundle of forget-me-nots to Dorian.

He should’ve said that they were for Cyrus, to remember him by. He wanted to say that they were for Dorian himself, that a day hadn’t gone by that he hadn’t thought of him. He didn’t speak at all as Dorian’s hand wrapped around Orym’s, pinching the stem beneath his fingers but not letting go.

“Orym,” Dorian breathed, looking from the flowers to his face. Then a strange expression came over his face, a wrinkle of consternation as he stared into the middle distance. “Fearne, are you braiding my hair?”

Orym lifted his head an inch to peer past Dorian’s ear. He had noticed that the snoring had stopped, but he’d been too caught up in the conversation to process it. Fearne’s wide eyes stared back with perfect innocence, her hands indeed weaving Dorian’s hair into a loose braid.

“Just pretend I’m not here,” she whispered quickly. “I’m totally not here.”

When Orym dropped his head back to Dorian’s arm, he was met with a crooked smile. It was not meant to be disarming, but it disarmed him anyway.

“Just like old times, eh?” he said, but his hand was still around Orym’s.

Carefully, Orym moved to tuck the flower behind Dorian’s ear, bringing both of their hands with him, and then laced their fingers together instead. “No,” he said, and tucked his head so that his brow rested against Dorian’s chin, and pressed their entwined hands to his lips. “But I think that’s okay.”

[sleepy-steve]

🧠🪱 Wiggly Wednesday Thursday 🧠 🪱

thank you for tagging me @stervrucht 🖤

no pressure tags: @frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe @stevesbipanic and of course anyone else that would like to ♡

thinking about Steve and Eddie who, after going through rounds of physical therapy after everything, continue to work out together because Steve obviously loves it and loves having a friend to work out with. and Eddie notices the difference in his stamina when he gets back to performing on stage. (and if Eddie likes to watch Steve work out a little bit, and likes Steve coming over to help his form more than a little bit, well that’s his business.) but Steve takes a dance class and shakes up his usual warmup, leaving Eddie with some… thoughts.

***

“Okay, Munson,” Steve says, pulling his arm across his body for a shoulder stretch. “You ready?”

“Ready to be tortured? Always,” Eddie jokes. It was their thing. Eddie acts like he hates being there, but he still shows up every other day to their local gym in Indianapolis. And he won’t ever deny the benefits he’s noticed since starting their exercise regime. He's faster on stage, doesn't get winded near as easily, holding those screaming notes without feeling like his lungs will explode. Little did he know that today his joke would come to be true.

Steve liked most kinds of exercise. He was a sporty guy. He liked the pull and stretch of his muscles, the feeling of accomplishment after achieving a new goal, that delicious soreness the day after a really good workout. But mostly he loved trying new things. He’d give anything half a chance if he thought it might be fun. Which is how he ended up at a dance-aerobics class the week prior, finding himself having a lot of fun, blushing furiously when the women in the class complimented how quickly he picks up the steps.

He went back three more times that week. Part of his enjoyment came from the new warmup he was taught in the class. Steve’s usual warmup consisted of basic stretches and a light jog, covering all bases to ensure he didn’t get injured, but not very exciting.

This, however, was far more enjoyable. Steve found himself sinking deep into stretches he didn't know he had flexibility for, and moving his hips to a beat, ultimately just having way more fun with the warmup. And it was about to become a huge problem for Eddie.

Steve pops his headphones over his ears, the tape deck tucked securely in his shorts pocket. He bends over, inhaling deeply as the song starts, rising up with his hands overhead, exhaling as he rolls his wrists, hips moving side to side with the beat. His already short cropped t-shirt rises, showing off a good amount of his chest. He lets his arms come down, bending over again, feeling the pull in his hamstrings. Gripping his elbows, he lets the top half of his body hang, swinging from side to side, his hamstrings fully stretched out.

Eddie looks up from his own basic stretching, shocked to see Steve fully bent over, because hey, since when was he so flexible? With Metallica blaring through his own headphones, Eddie just stares, completely forgetting where he was at in his warmup.

Steve lets his hands drop, moving to one foot, back to the centre, then the other foot. Ass just up in the air, his shorts way too tight. Eddie swallows. He’d been denying his crush for months at this point, and good god this was not helping.

Rolling his shoulders as he stands up, Steve lets his hands travel down his bare thighs, sinking into a squat with his back arched and head tilted back. Eddie's eyes are wide as he watches those tight little shorts with the little cut-ins on the sides ride up, showing far more of Steve's glorious hairy thighs than Eddie can handle. Steve drops his head forward, hunching his shoulders as he moves back to standing. He repeats the motions, and Eddie wishes he had the strength to pull his stare away from Steve's ass.

Seeing Steve's head tilted back and his back arched is sending Eddie insane. Like, he geninely thinks he might evaporate on the spot if he keeps watching. But he just can't look away.

Turning himself sideways, Steve has one foot stepped out in front of the other, legs perfectly straightened into a triangle shape, bent over his front leg. Just when Eddie thinks he’s about to get up and end his suffering, Steve lowers himself down into a lunge. His little shorts definitely way too small and tight for the movement, Steve lunges back and forth, fingertips resting on the ground on either side of his front foot. Eddie watches as the t-shirt rides up with each lunge, the desire to get his lips and tongue all over Steve's chest overwhelming him.

Shaking himself, Eddie tries to remember which shoulder stretch he was up to. He attempts something close to a stretch, but he can’t be sure he's doing it right, because Steve has lowered himself to the ground, front leg bent and back leg perfectly straight, and is fucking thrusting into the ground. If he were to ask Steve, he’d find out this was a hip flexor stretch. But Eddie’s forgotten how to form words entirely, suddenly imagining nineteen different ways he wants to get dicked down by the man before him.

Eddie suffers in silence, heart racing in his chest, watching as Steve repeats the movements on his other side. He prays that the torture ends soon, that they can just get to the workout, and Eddie can go back to pretending he doesn't want to ride Steve until his thighs give out. But Eddie gets no such luck.

Steve has moved into some kind of triangle position, hands on the ground, legs straight, and of fucking course, his ass in the air. Eddie marvels at how straight the shape is, only for a moment, because then Steve is lifting his heels up and down in turn, and jesus christ those tiny little shorts are just riding up, and Eddie can see a hint of Steve's ass peeking out. His jaw drops. He may actually explode.

Just when Eddie's thinking he can't take much more of this, Steve lowers himself down, knees spread wide, arms stretched out in front of him and head tucked down. A wild and rushed series of thoughts fly across Eddie's mind, all centred around Steve kneeling down in front of him. Eddie needs to get it together quickly.

As Steve brings himself back up to the triangle position, walking his feet to meet his hands and rolling his spine up, shoulders and head rolling back last, he sees Eddie taking off for his warmup jog. Assuming that he probably just took too long with his new warmup, Steve shrugs it off and starts his jog shortly after.

Eddie hits his personal best in several weights that day, desperately trying to expend his excess energy in some way. He barely registers the wins, mind still stuck on Steve and his perfect ass in all those new positions. He almost dissolves on the spot when Steve claps him on the shoulder in congratuations.

At the end of their session, Eddie takes a freezing cold shower and prays for the sweet release of death.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

well. i can't find my original fic rec list so here's a new (updated) one!

Daily Routines by The Garden of Unusual Delights (Shadowland) A number of people who feel depressed turn to comedy. Routines can also help. / As can having someone to care for. 4k words / oneshot / complete - TOP fucking tier. this rewired my neurons, shifted my view of Barnaby & his relationship with Wally, and also made me Deeply emotional

How to Greet New Neighbours by The Garden of Unusual Delights (Shadowland) He doesn't know what's happening, but he knows it isn't good. 8k words / oneshot / complete - STELLAR. an intriguing and engaging (and heartbreaking!) take on how Wally wound up sending material to the whrp

A Matter of Care by The Garden of Unusual Delights (Shadowland) When Julie is too sad to take proper care of her hair, Frank is happy to help out. 2.5k words / oneshot / complete - this person always gets characterizations Just Right, don't they? this a very sweet and tender moment between the besties <3

What to call it? What to call it? by Anonymous Wally tries to figure out what is different about the Neighborhood. But maybe there is no difference at all. 2.2k words / oneshot / complete - a fascinating exploration / behind the scenes interpretation of the secret 14 audios. the end always has me in my feels <3

Strings Of Fate by A_Cypress_Coffin Frank Frankly lived life by simply trudging along most days, but all of that changes when a new neighbor, quite literally, crashes into him. 27k / multichap / ongoing - a very fun interpretation of Franklydear and how the puppets perceive / experience / handle the true nature of their reality. i Cannot recommend it enough!

To Read a Clock by TurnedWorm Frank and Eddie try to teach Wally to read a clock. They get a bit more than they bargained for. 2.7k words / oneshot / complete - sweet and also Haunting! a stellar combination, and an interesting take on Wally's perspective. ngl it gave me chills!

my chest is bursting with abnormality by springtrap_wiki Wally realizes that something about him isn't as it should be. 1k words / oneshot / complete - a little peek into Wally realizing that he's different than his others neighbors. I like how this is handled - it hits home if im being honest!

Goin’ Out of My Head by 5_24 Picking someone up from the bus station seems like an easy task. But when adding Eddie Dear to that equation and the passenger just happens to be Frank Frankly, the results may vary... 5.4k / multichap / complete - genuinely funny, cute, and entertaining. the perfect read for a laugh!

Inside Jokes by The_PastelVoid In which the puppets are waiting for Sally and discover that Wally apparently has a contagious laugh when Barnaby tells what is called an "inside joke". 2k / oneshot / complete - pure fluff and laughs <3

Goodnight, Wally! by PastelDemon ... But what would happen if, one day, without any warning, Wally suddenly could sleep just like everyone else? 19.5k / oneshot / complete - very sweet with a sprinkling of angst, and an entertaining take on what a new-to-sleep Wally might be like

Welcome Home: Fantasy AU by ImaginatorOfThings What would happen if we took our lovable cast of puppets, and put them into a Fantasy alternate universe? 28k / series / complete - a VERY fun fantasy au with a fascinating twist. it made me tear up, it made me feel some dread, it made me smile! what more could we ask for <3

[laylajeffany]

A twisted reimagining of canon events for Enid in the alternate universe setting within this penultimate chapter

[covenofthearticulate]

Permission [AO3]

For #VCKinkWeek Day 3: Edging Armand/Louis | 6.5k Words | Explicit

“Always so needy, Louis.” Armand muses, leans his elbow on Louis’ knee and rests his head in one hand. “Yes, you are. You always have been. From the moment I met you. Starved for knowledge. Starved for love. Starved for blood. You hunger for things like no one else I know.”

Lestat had said as much, Louis recalls, over the years. But always in the form of accusations, always bolstered by brute force. Armand’s methods are more incisive. His words are a mirror, and though Louis can’t stand to see his own reflection, there is much less room for denial. Existence, for Louis, always hung in the balance between gluttony and denial. It’s an ever-waging war between the two, and when he loses, when he allows the hunger to cloud his mind, the worst part is, it still feels so good.

It’s easy to justify, when Lestat is beneath him and sobbing for it, when Armand is scratching at his back, begging him to go faster and harder. But this…this is different. This is for no one but himself.

This is Armand giving him permission to want it.

[pawseds]

oh twoset violin... had it not been for you, not only would I have grown a bigger fondness for classical music or got the courage to get back into the violin after being bullied/taunted out of it... I would also not have this Delta Green operation idea LMFAO

If it's a rebrand, it's pretty scummy especially with the massive merch sale (and the two IG stories of them just bing chilling?? but it's good to know that they're still friends and that it's not health related). If it's leaving for good, it's weird that they've privated almost all their videos but understsandable if they've burnt out. Either way, it's been sad and disappointing, but thank you for all the belly laughs and knowledge for the past... 7 years for me, apparently! Sheesh

[dipplinduo]

Chapter 7 of Bet You'll Fall In Love With Me is Out!

This one...LMFAO. When I tell you I had to stop myself from making this a double chapter. Unfortunately need to go to bed. Wouldn't it be funny if a bed showed up this chapter?

Yeah this chapter is unhinged more than anything but I just dialed it up to like 13% of the rollercoaster we're going on LOL. Very unique vibe to BYFILWM. The type of vibe of why you started reading the fic in the first place. Suffer. xDDD

Anyways, dipplinshipping content will be coming at you hard next week. Your only warning about that is here. :)

ENJOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~

[nuks]

Taking a wee break from commissions to ponder the oc orb… kinda wanting to make just. The most mean lady ever… let’s be real we all need more mean girls who are just morally bad LMAOO waiter waiter, more villainous women!!! inspired by bubblegum bitch by marina and cheerleader by ashnikko

[medicasino]

"Maybe i'll post the wip here idk" i have no restraint and honestly do like how it looks so far SO Mikan drawing wip before i pass out :3 rbs off solely bc its a wip and . Idk actually i just dont want my wip getting rb'd atm lol but feel free to comment if you'd like :3

(also pls dont make weird comments about Mikan here i hc her as a minor)

[kitkatkatto]

stupid ahh blocktales ocs

[pinkie-pinkeroni]

hiiiii okay so ledian chronicles is kinda on the back burner in my mind rn (i got sk8 on the brain sorry) But!! for Years now I've been thinking about like all the fun late-story shit that happens, and i wanna draw and talk about these things soooo fucking badly but i also! do intend on making some kind of webcomic! for LC! so i'm torn?? about posting things???? bc they're technically spoilers???? but raaahhh i wanna talk about almond!! and dirk!!! AND GRACE AND OLIVER????? and all of them i wanna talk about all of them omfg. but i don't want to ruin the story for anyone who might b interested in it???? and who knows maybe it'll ruin my drive to post the full story if i talk about spoilers now! idk!!!! i'm torn. help me

[here-comes-the-snow]

name all traumas you think you have

[ ---@poptartregreteva ]

What the— WHY?!

[He doesn’t want to do this! He doesn’t want to remember!!!]

[…]

[Doesn’t matter. He’s recalling them all anyways.]

W-Well— there was that time I got dissected by Subspace, then ripped open by Ghostwalker, and got hunted down and dissected by Subspace AGAIN.

I also got mauled by Venomshank, then went all paranoid and tried to murder my siblings and freeze the Inpherno and felt guilty afterwards— then someone cursed me to be warm, which melted me and I had to be brought back to life by the same Ghostwalker who tore me open.

Then I tried to fight another world’s Illumina which lead to me losing half a horn and my ability to fly, and getting shoved into a drowning torture box for like a week! And my world’s Illumina got all mad at me and tore my whole wing off, which really hurt…

I accidentally fell into some lava as well! That was my fault though— I was stupid, and even worse, I acted like a total dick to Banhammer ‘cause I was in too much pain to think…

A-And I guess there was also that whole— Not-Ice thing? Icicle? Snowstorm? Whatever— my doppelgänger who wants to kill me. I haven’t heard from them in a while though.

That’s…. all I can think of right now… the physical stuff, at least.

I hope you’re happy! I’m sure not.

[godblooded]

tonight a little kid taught me how to sign his name as he’d made it up himself to represent him and i swear to god i almost cried.

[essektheylyss]

Reading about the trend of increasingly higher-priced auction sales of VHS tapes and other "antiquated" media and technology and I'm reminded of what might be my most viciously-held unpopular/hot take: I absolutely fucking loathe nostalgia as an unchecked, unexamined pathos response.

[ghostlightfic]

**** ** *** is really adding to the "siffrins getting carried" count