#wednesday;imagery

[yourlocalabomination]

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust.

[hraugur]

@qtreesfanstuff how dare you be funnier than me in the TAGS

[ro-sham-no]

@wincestwednesdays | july 31st: spite / in sickness & in health / free space

EPHESIANS 5:28 / JOB 13:27 / JEREMIAH 8:20, a poem by me.

[cascadiums]

The religious imagery in the wounds here is doing Something.

The mark on Mina's forehead is reminiscent of marking her forehead in ash on Ash Wednesday, which makes a lot of sense. The ashes are a sign of repentance, symbolising the sin of the bearer, like Mina's burn shows the presence of the vampires corruption. (also kind of interesting that ashes can symbolise mortality in an ashes to ashes, dust to dust kind of way, which is the antithesis of the vampires immortality, and probably why they crumble to dust when they're killed. Mina wearing a mark of mortality as she moved further away from it could be read as a kind of tether to her humanity as much as it was a marker of her turning)

And then Quincey. One of the Five Wounds of Christ is where he was speared in the side with the Holy Lance. Quincey dies from a stab wound in his side. I would say it's a stretch to compare the two, but. As Quincey bleeds, he points out that the mark on Mina's forehead is gone. Their wounds are linked. Quincey even says it explicitly -

It was worth for this to die! Look! look! ... Now God be thanked that all has not been in vain! See! the snow is not more stainless than her forehead!

Quincey's Christ-like wound is the price to erase a mark of spiritual corruption. He literally dies in a Christ-like fashion for her sins. I'm not saying Quincey is Jesus, but his death is definitely angled towards religious martyrdom.

[renardsruses]

And he denied him three times

[ghostoffuturespast]

WIP Whenever

Tagged by @merge-conflict @wanderingaldecaldo and @fly-amanitaa! Thank you, chooms! 🧡👻

I've been turtling away at the next chapter of So It Goes and I'm getting there. I am. I'm just taking my sweet ass time. (IRL has been very busy too.) I also haven't shared much writing lately because I'm playing this one close to the vest and don't want to spoil it too much. But I really like how this tidbit came out:

Drought made the forage meager, forced everything to pick itself apart to scavenge for scraps. But relief always came in the form of water. A force, in the right amount, that blessed and nourished bodies. V closed her eyes as River washed her hair, gentle fingers lathering up the shampoo and combing through lank and faded purple strands. A once vibrant summer color that had wilted after the peak of its season, died back and mulched itself to brown. His touch was a small piece of comfort, a mundane act of care, but she thought it was the most transcendent thing she’d ever felt against her greased scalp. She returned the favor by washing his back, trying to massage the tension out of the knots that permanently resided along his spine. Her lone blackened hand not quite enough. They didn’t linger at the showers long, running water and the last dregs of darkness a scarce resource with the rising of the sun. But it was enough time to bathe and lose track of where their lips had and hadn’t been. Enough time to kiss each other too many times to count and murmur their hearts across the fragrance of each other’s cleaned skin.

And I am tagging... @dani-the-goblin @shimmer-like-agirl @luvwich @tarmac-rat

Keeping it small this round but feel free to tag me though if you want me to check out your WIPS! I usually try and reblog stuff I'm tagged in.

[chronicowboy]

wip wednesday

tagged by @alyxmastershipper ryan i love youuuuu

anyway. i've decided i hate this fic. it's clunky, it's difficult to write, and it's SAD. but i'm too far gone to stop now and hurting eddie is sooooooo much fun so here.

"What's going on, Buck?" he asks, gentle and uncombative and genuinely curious.

"I-I don't know." Buck shakes his head, eyes darting anywhere and everywhere dizzyingly fast. "Something feels wrong. Like really, really wrong, and I—" He chokes on his next breath, inhaling raggedly. "I don't know, Eddie. Did I make a mistake? Am I making a mistake?"

"Hey, Buck, I need you to calm down, okay?" This Eddie can do. He can calm Buck down. He knows how to soothe Buck as intimately as he knows his own heartbreak. "Come on, bud, breathe with me. Close your eyes, focus on my voice, and breathe with me." Buck's eyes flutter shut and he tilts his head back against the bricks as Eddie coaxes his lungs back into a normal rhythm. "That's it. There you go." Buck takes a deep breath before opening his eyes. They're clearer now, but there's still fear settled deep into the lines around his eyes. "Talk me through what you're thinking right now."

"What if Natalia isn't the one?" he says in a rush. "W-what if she's not my person?"

Eddie doesn't quite know how to explain what happens to him then. It's not comparable to anything he's ever felt before. Except maybe... Maybe it feels a lot like the few seconds he was conscious as the helicopter came down. He wasn't even aware he remembered the fall, assumed that memory was lost to blunt force trauma, the haze of war and wilful post-traumatic repression. But suddenly he's falling through the Valley of Death all over again, weightless and resigned, covered in blood and gore, hoping he can save his charges and knowing that it's a fruitless endeavour.

"Buck, today's a big day, this is just delayed cold feet," Eddie says calmly, hands out like he's trying not to spook that baby deer.

"N-no, Eddie." Buck pushes off the wall then, pushes into Eddie's space with something pleading in his eyes. "It's not cold feet. W-what if my person is still out there waiting for me? What if..." Buck's eyes suddenly land on Eddie, focused and unerring. "What if I've already met them? What if..." He inhales sharply. "What if they're right in front of me? What if they've been under my nose this whole time?"

tagging @danielsousa @diazass @butchdiaz @shitouttabuck and anyone else who has something to share

[ramblngz-of-a-lunatic]

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Real ones get it <3

[mendely]

wet priest wednesday

wet priest wednesday

[talentforlying]

(no textual spoilers) but i'm breaking my day-of-release-comic-sharing moratorium a little because look at this fucking art, y'all!!! we are so back!!!

[thedreadvampy]

AAAAAAAAAAAA. AAAAAARGH. ARGH. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

[unlikely-course]

Since we know Allison’s birthday is December 19th (from her passport) I’m trying to math out Patty’s birthday over here. The road trip was November 21st, and 1x05 takes us through the 24th. 1x06 is all one day, and let’s say that we skip Thanksgiving because no one ever mentions it. 1x07 is bare minimum 2 days, 1x08 is two days, and on the second day Allison says "three days ago your life’s dream was to be a father” so we have one day between the two episodes. That means the earliest the season 1 finale could be is Dec 1st--a Tuesday! All of that on a Tuesday. Does Kevin work M-F? Nobody else would but he might. 

2x01 takes us through the 2nd. 2x02 is bare minimum 2 days. 2x03 is all one day (say the opening is the wee hours) and then 2x04 has one more day before the birthday. This makes Patty’s earliest possible birthday (assuming no gained days between episodes other than what was indicated) December 7th. However, it could be pretty much any time during the rest of the month. We know we don’t spill over into January; the most undefined space is between 2x02 and 2x03 but Kevin mentions the scary movie watch that he and Neil do “the 31st of every month,” which Allison indicates is wrong on like, levels. I mean the “31st” from November would be the 1st of December, but the earliest it could be is the 5th--this actually makes sense because that is the Saturday of the week and indicates 2x03 is contiguous with 2x02. So Gertrude had to die in December and therefore her death certificate had to be retrieved before the end of the month.

For reference, 2x05 is all one day. Patty has her new haircut and says “I haven’t heard from you since my birthday” to Tammy so that implies like, some time? Three days? A week? Two weeks? But it can’t be too much because again, has to still be in December. After this episode, though, we have no more constraints. 2x06 is seven days. 2x07 is five, the fourth of which is the day Allison goes on her “hike” and leaves. The funny part is that if all episodes were contiguous that would mean she “died” on her birthday, the 19th, which I would love, but we know that can’t be true because time passes between 2x04 and 2x05. Which means that Allison’s birthday happens at some point during the season! We just don’t get to see it, because it’s presumably in a space between episodes--it could even happen in that mysterious space between 2x04 and 2x05 in which Tammy was avoiding Patty (that would place Christmas between 05 and 06). I mean it’s more likely that it’s between 06 and 07, I think, but certainly not impossible. Writers do what you will with that.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[wibble-wobbegong]

so much shit to do but i am just a sleepy little guy.. i need to be launched into the endless void

[vikingsong]

WIP Wednesday (11/16/22)

(Excerpt from WIP fill that incorporates multiple Halloween-related prompts from the Land of Myth Discord server)

‘To banish the Darkness within, the possessed must willingly subject themselves to the Light.’

As Merlin read and re-read those words, time narrowed down that one moment, that one choice. The oily darkness was slowly drowning him, and his lies grew heavier by the hour. Still, Merlin—being what he was, living where he lived—was accustomed to darkness. He didn’t know how to step out of the shadows into the light; he would feel naked without the lies he wore like a second skin.

But if dragons could shed their skins as they grew and dragonfire could drive away the Dorocha, then perhaps a lonely, drowning Dragonlord could summon the courage to do the same.

[conjcosby]

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