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I am a Living Dead Man
It is base and fact:
Humanity fears that which it does not understand
Chaos for the fly, as the saying goes
So why is it I cannot claim my recognition?
The birds twitter and caw in the rafters
But they never land to perch
When the Brink came to visit me
It made all the birdies and purity go away
And I delighted in the state of mind
Long gone, streaming blood, frightful
In which I was rightfully given
I am more than I was, make no mistake
I yearn to be understood
But everything is all normal with the spider
My venom hurts those who would
Penetrate me
Love me with a normal love
Their organs dissolve too quickly
For me to feed
Claws rake my brains when I think
The weight of the air
Is torture
It’s because I think of the moment where
Innocence dies
I play mine on a constant loop, over and over
Time to rewind
I see balloons, lights flashing marquee, a ferris wheel
I see guns, dying people bleeding, gas explosions
It’s all the same to me
None of them can fathom it
They think I am fake
They lull themselves into a false way of observing
And that weakness
And the weakness of altruism
Will be their undoing
I speak not for the commonfolk
I speak not for the wealthy
Instead, I speak for the new elite, the fresh aristocracy
We of unkind heads do trod these dead
And we know them best
Their boils are our eyes
Their gashes, our arms
Their pus, our blood
Their rot, our hearts
The dead are not those in the grave
We are the dead
We elite soldiers of madness do hold
Power over life
Those poor, sane fools fear us for what we have
No control over
Our birthright
Show me a living dead man, and I will
Show you millions
They can never take away that which is not
Rightfully theirs, my mafia
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I've been collecting pottery shards from the fields and woodland since I moved to the countryside a few years ago, I have so many now that I think I'll relocate them to containers, but it's nice to get a proper photo first.
#before this it was seaglass lol#the population of my village is like <200 and most of them are over 70 and don't go out so there aint much on the floor#its slim pickings out here for things from the living#but the dead leave plenty...#I find (animal....) skulls quite often but it's a bunch of effort to clean them but man if I had time#I do have a couple tho!#I also found a couple horseshoes out here which is always exciting
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patron saint of never growing old
#i think theres something uniquely tragic about how we never know what tessa looked like when she was alive#and that the only reason we have an idea of her appearance is via cyn wearing her skin#i interpret the humans being depicted as glitchy silhouettes to be very literal; the MDs barely remember what they look like#due to their memories being fucked with so frequently. and that makes the cynessa reveal a lot worse imo#to see something- someone- that you once remembered to be warm and familiar contorted into something unrecognizable and dangerous#and being unable to remember what she looked like before being puppeted by a monster#you try to imagine her face- young bright and happy- but can only visualize her dead skin stretching unnaturally across robotic features#belonging to the source of all your suffering and trauma.#guh. she was just a kid. man#never got to grow up. never got to get away from her shitty parents. never got to live before she died. whatever. im normal#murder drones#murder drones fanart#murder drones tessa#tessa james elliot#tessa elliot#tessa murder drones#md tessa#gloom.art
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Drawing the Mechanisms fanart in 2023? Surely not me 'nyways here's jonny d'ville, your humble capitain FIRST MATE
#jonny d'ville#jonathan sims#the mechanisms#the mechanisms fanart#jonny d'ville fanart#the mechanisms are dead#long live the mechanisms#pump shanty and old king cole are on repeat in my brain#jonathan what have you DONE TO MY LIFE THIS YEAR#im on a mission to learn to draw noses#dirty rat bastard man
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“60s horror movies reflect an era of rapid change and uncertainty, and a yawning generation gap. the social stability of the post-war years crumbled as attitudes to everything from hemlines to homosexuality underwent a seismic shift. horror movies, especially those made for low budgets outside the mainstream studio system, offered ways to process and interpret the rapid pace of change. they often served as cautionary tales about the dangers of abandoning traditional values.”
#horror#horror movies#decades of horror#horror decades#psycho#peeping tom#night of the living dead#rosemary's baby#kwaidan#repulsion#the innocents#the brides of dracula#blood and black lace#the last man on earth#eye of the devil#village of the damned#the haunting#carnival of souls#the masque of the red death#black sunday#viy#the birds#quatermass and the pit#planet of the vampires#kill baby kill#spider baby#eyes without a face#the conquerer's worm#black sabbath#dementia 13
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Haven't been able to think about anything other than the victorian/edwardian/WW1 twink and his 80's punk almost-boyfriend for a week, send help
#this tv show has consumed my every thought#it's like tumblr catnip#go watch it#it will eat away at your brain#there's also a butch lesbian butcher#an autistic manga loving weirdo (my beloved)#and a badass psychic who's also a mess#WHAT MORE COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT?#updating the post bc the reblogs lead me on a WILD wiki rabbit hole about the eras of England#okay so Edwin is born in 1900 which means he was born 1 year before the end of the Victorian era (1837-1901) so technically he's a victoria#baby who lived his childhood in the Edwardian era (1901-1910) and his teens in the pre/start of WW1 era (started in 1914)#until he was killed :( in 1916#so my boy here lived though MANY historical events and time periods#shout out to my victorian/edwardian/WW1 twink#history is very fun and this is why i love this website bc where else would i have to do research for my blorbo?#I do however find it very funny if Gaiman named him Edwin in honour of the Edwardian time period he grew up in#I love that man and it wouldn't surprise me if he turned out to be a history nerd (affectionate) like the rest of you#dead boy detectives#edwin payne#charles rowland#crystal palace#niko dbd#dbd#please feel free to dm me about history i adore it
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Gogol’s unrequited love
#i died when he put fyodor’s arm NEXT TO HIS FACE#it’s kind of sad how nikolai’s feeling is one sided#he’s a widow now#congrats on joining the dead husband club#except that fyodor’s probably not dead💀#skk lived too it’s not soukokover#the old man yaoi made me so miserable#bsd#bungou stray dogs#fyodor dostoevsky#nikolai gogol#gogol#fyolai#fanart#bsd fanart#art#fyodor really went KA BOOM BOOM
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TWD: THE ONES WHO LIVE | S1E6: The Last Time THE WALKING DEAD | S7E12: Say Yes (requested)
#twdedit#towledit#richonneedit#tvedit#horroredit#the walking dead#the ones who live#twd: the ones who live#michonne grimes#rick grimes#richonne#towl spoilers#**#*gifs#**tv#this man's dedication to nearly getting himself killed#really needs to be studied
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Rick + giving Michonne gifts What are you up to, Grimes? I'm just working with what I got.
bonus:
#the walking dead#twd: the ones who live#the ones who live#richonne#rick grimes#michonne grimes#richonneedit#twdedit#towledit#mine and only mine#it's crazy how happy it makes her every time#oh ym god#he'd give her the world on a platter as long as it made her happy#'you want the moon? just say the word and i'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down' etc#and it's really about the thought#like the fact that in the middle of a damn apocalypse and all the problems they have#he still thinks about her and ways to make her happy#like that's A MAN#A LOVERBOY#need me one of them
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"what if you had a mutual aid network that occasionally told interdimensional monsters to fuck off": Discworld witches as a concept
#so much of the Tiffany books in particular are about day to day community support#doing the chores... checking in on the elders who don't have family.... sitting up with the dead#it takes the quiet often uncelebrated everyday work of living and dying#and sets it right up against slaying vampires or vanquishing monsters#and maybe that's another reason why they aren't as popular#beyond yknow. centering women#but man maybe we need more books celebrating the heroism of clipping a lonely 90 year old man's toenails for him#discworld#perpetual perpetual ladies night#why this
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Shoutout to chuuya for the time he decided to enable corruption, which literally destroys his organs, and proceed to bitch slap a dragon with a building just so he could go and punch his boyfriend. The queers have outdone themselves.
#Dazai was so sad he didn’t get a kiss and instead shoved this man in his crotch#Y’all are so fvcking gay#Chuuya nakahara#chuuya supremacy#dazai x chuuya#soukoku#skk#bungou stray dogs#bungou gay dogs#dazai osamu#dead apple#bsd#long live the queers (ignoring current meursalt shenaniganry#I firmly believe they’ll both survive meursalt)#(Am i spelling meursalt correctly)#Bungou stray sogs#Mine
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it was really only a matter of time until edwardian payneland happened and what if i channeled maurice about it. just a little
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Charles is the son of the groundskeeper at St. Hilarion's School for Boys while Edwin is a pupil there. And he can't help but notice Edwin—how he’s nearly always alone, or else being harangued by the cruel older boys who call themselves his peers.
Charles privately thinks they hardly seem equal to him in poise or grace or manner. They are boisterous, brash, crass, violent, all overlaid with a veneer of false propriety, but Charles can see the cracks in it. He knows that sort by how they are inside, and they cannot be like Edwin at all. No, Edwin Paine's got a sad, drawn sort of look about him that Charles can't help recognizing. This lonely boy who feels somehow kindred in a way he can't put a finger on, but is pulled to him all the same, though by rights he'd do better to keep his distance.
Edwin often sits by the lake by himself, to read, or to do his assignments in the shade of the trees. Picturesque as a painting, he is. One day Charles dares to approach him, though he knows the risk in it—prepared to be rebuffed, rebuked for his untoward attention to someone he is meant to ignore; but the boy does not turn him away.
And so they become friends. Tentative, and then less and less so.
Together they explore the school's sprawling grounds, all of whose surprising hiding-places Charles Rowland knows by heart, having wandered them himself for years and made them his own refuge. The woods become theirs; the shore by the lake theirs; the shade of the trees theirs. The attic, where no one comes to look for them in the dead of night, also theirs.
And then one day Charles notices a group of boys surrounding Edwin. The usual cadre, and they're posturing, their voices loud in the autumn air. They’ve ripped Edwin's penny magazine from his grip and are tearing pages out of it, scattering them to be plucked up by the wind. Charles can do nothing else but step in. He shouts at them to back off, puts himself between them and Edwin, and gets himself thrashed for his trouble—but they, at least, finally leave Edwin alone.
Edwin, for his part, cannot believe Charles would be so reckless for his sake. Charles has not yet mentioned to him that he is used to this sort of treatment, and sees worse at home. They sit together in the boathouse by the lake, cross-legged, close enough for Edwin to dab carefully at Charles’ split lip and bleeding knuckles.
“You should not have done that for me,” he chides, though it carries no heat. “What will happen now?” He thinks word is sure to get back to the school, and there will be a scandal. Those boys, who so vocally despise Edwin, will hardly be quiet in their outrage, their humiliation. Charles’ father might be relieved of his post, and then Charles’ family will have to leave St. Hilarion’s. That is how these things go.
And what was it all for? For Edwin? How could it have been worth it?
“Doesn’t matter, does it?" Charles is saying, when Edwin surfaces from his troubled thoughts. "Couldn’t let them treat you like that. They had you five to one. And that, just ‘cause you’re different. I know how it is.” Charles’ eyelashes are very long, and the light turns his eyes a warm, deep amber as he talks fiercely, insistently, in defense of Edwin.
It’s terribly forward, Edwin thinks. And, despite every misgiving, he welcomes it. No one has ever fought for Edwin before. No one has ever spoken about him with such conviction.
Then Charles seems to lapse into pensiveness. “You didn’t have to…” he says softly. "All this." He gestures, with the free hand Edwin isn’t busy wrapping up, at the little bottle of antiseptic, the scissors, the roll of bandages and the cloths, all spread out on the floorboards between them.
“Of course I did,” Edwin says.
Really, he had not given it much consideration. He had had only the presence of mind to memorize the sight of Charles kneeling in the dew-damp grass, angry gaze still spitting fire at the backs of Edwin’s retreating bullies. He’d had blood in his bared teeth, and the briefest flash of desire had seared through Edwin—to kiss him. Merely in thanks, perhaps, but still, to kiss him.
He would know the warmth of Charles’ mouth. Fleeting, forbidden, it would sear itself into his mind for ever.
Of course, he had done no such thing; for he could not. Instead, he’d done the only thing he could do—bent low towards Charles, and squeezed his shoulder once, as if to say, Wait here for me. I will come back to you.
And as he'd turned on his heel and gone off in the direction of the infirmary, leaving Charles there with dusk encroaching, Edwin had hoped Charles understood his gesture for the indelible promise it was.
#dbda#dead boy detectives#dead boy detective agency#payneland#oops new 'verse just dropped i guess#i did ZERO rabbithole research for this particular bit but i fear it has consumed my brain and i may have to write more#the weirdest thing is i wrote it while listening to portugal. the man and you know what. it fucking works. it works. just trust me on this#'stop right now take a minute take your time said i'm living all alone inside a dream'#yes they are in the boathouse. yes they are in fact. what of it. yes there will be telegrams. and trysts.#that's me frothing at the mouth. give edwin his edwardian love story!!!
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rick to michonne in season 7: “you can lose me, i can lose you.”
rick to michonne after almost dying several times and being separated for years from her: “but then i started dreaming of you. and there you were. you and i fell in love in different ways, and it kept me going. and then you were gone too. i couldn’t see your face anymore, just like i couldn’t see carl’s. i can’t live without you. without you, i die. and i figured out how to do that. i know how to be dead and live now. you can’t just come back here and make me come alive again if-i don’t know if i won’t lose you again. what if i lose you and i can’t figure out how to die all over again? i can’t. i need to get ahead of it, michonne. i can’t. i can’t. when i- when i saw you i got so scared and i…i needed to get ahead of it. i had to, at least if i think you will live on longer than me without knowing if you do, i can just believe that it’s true. knowing. seeing that loss? i can’t. i won’t survive that, michonne. i just won’t.”
#there will never be another man who’s so in love with his wife.#RICHONNE#towl spoilers#the ones who live#the walking dead#rick grimes#michonne
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something happening on a mission, something personal that has soap spiralling; panic and rage making him reckless, thoughtless, and ghost has to draw the line
“you’re compromised johnny; you know what that means?”
“you’re not pulling me out,” soap immediately snarls. he turns on him and ghost barely recognises him; venomous fear turning his eyes to unyielding ice. "you're not sidelining me; i need to be in this-!"
but ghost has never been afraid of venom; spat or dripped straight from bared fangs.
he snakes out a hand grip the back of his neck, jerking him in a rough shake. "if you can't think, you can't be a soldier," he growls and he flinches like he's been struck.
his lips quiver as they twist in a sneer and he wrenches, trying to free himself of his hold.
ghost doesn't let him.
"it means you give your body to me because your head ain't fucking attached to it anymore."
soap stills, body trembling beneath his hand as he sucks in shaking breaths.
he tightens his grip, pulling him closer and digs his forehead hard into his. “it means you give yourself to me so i can have the weapon that you are and use you the way you're meant to be used."
the ice in soap's eyes fractures.
ghost’s voice drops to a whisper, spoken only to johnny, not this facade of vengeance and pain, and wills it to reach him through the glaciers.
“so i can keep you safe ‘til it’s done and i can bring you back.”
#in my head its bc graves abducts his sister and is using her as hostage to draw him out knowing ghost will always follow him#but the intensity and intimacy of saying ‘you cant trust your mind not to betray you so let me be in charge of your body until you can’#after what happened to tommy he could never deny johnny his right to save his sister#but its bc of what happened to tommy that he knows he cant let him do it alone with only his rage to guide him#hes more likely to get himself killed and ghost wont live through that#so he has to balance it#and the only way he knows how is to completely shut down soap’s mind until hes no more than instinct and muscle memory#if he cant think practically then dont let him think at all#reduce him to a place where he can only follow orders#and when its finally over and his sister is safe and graves is dead#only then will he drag johnny back up to the surface#he’ll do it even if it means dragging him kicking and screaming back to humanity#instead of letting him sink in the depths where nothing hurts. theres no fear down there. no pain. only order#and thats the risk ghost took sending johnny to that place but he only did it bc he would stop at nothing to bring him back#and help him through the after#the breakdown. the rush of panic and rage and relief and anguish johnnys been supressing on his order#it was his word that turned johnny into a ghost#and its his touch that brings him back to the man#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#we’re a team. ghost team#cod#soapghost#ghostsoap#ghost x soap#ghoap#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#john soap mactavish#soap cod#save post
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Sometimes, I'll be doing a mission with Dutch and everything is fine.
Other times, the light will catch his face in a way that makes me seethe.
I get reminded that Dutch got to age, he got to grow grey.
Did Arthur get that chance? Jenny, Mac, Davey, Sean, Kieran, Lenny, Molly? Did any of them get to grow old together?
Why didn't they, Dutch? Why didn't the gang survive? Why didn't they get the promised virgin lands in the west? Why did you outlive them?
Go on, Dutch, go ahead. I'm listening.
#this is incoherent but you just want to shake that man by the shoulders and expose him for what he is#of course I know why everything happened but to dutch it's a different story#I know eventually karma catches up with dutch but the fact he still lived so much longer makes my blood boil#everything will be fine then I will remember that all these people I'm gunslinging with are doomed to fall#dutch van der fucking linde you ruined the one good thing you had#that THEY had#rrrrgh#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#mick squeaks#arthur morgan#dutch van der linde#jenny rdr2#callander boys rdr2#sean macguire#kieran duffy#lenny summers#molly o'shea#red dead redemption 2 spoilers#mick rants
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#the walking dead#the ones who live#twdedit#towledit#twddaily#rick grimes#michonne grimes#richonnegifs#richonneedit#richonne#tvedit#userbbelcher#chewieblog#denim rose graphics#dailyflicks#usertelevision#usersource#otpsource#romancegifs#this scene <3 <3#pure joy on their faces; she brought that man all the way back to life
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