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Carmilla (2014-2017) really did have it all huh. Lesbians. Vampires. Cults. Mildly toxic main relationship. Canon nonbinary character. Most of the action happening offscreen. Shitty special effects. One (1) straight character and he was a himbo. Sponsored by a period products brand. Some pretty damn good costuming for that low of a budget. And it was all literally just a college au fanfic of a novel from the 19th century. Truly peak entertainment.

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הבל | hevel

This is how it goes: God whispers in Cain’s jealous ear, drawing his attention to the Sin crouched at his doorway. Sin has haunted eyes and a mouth that has been kissed. Let there be no doubt that Sin has been kissed, with a wet-red mouth that may taste of blood or pomegranate or the electric crackle of a stoplight. Cain looks at Sin. He runs his tongue over his teeth.

This is how it goes: Cain leaves the house at one am in bare feet and a hoodie, careful to avoid the last stair that creaks, and treks out into the Field. There are many fields in the world but there is only one Field. Cain feels the difference in the grass when he crosses the border from field to Field, the way the grey-green blades stand up at attention in his wake, the way the dirt turns ice-cold and furious beneath his heels. The earth is good with foreshadowing. The tree of Knowledge has deep roots.

This is how it goes: God says, I will take you or your brother.

God says, You get to choose.

And Cain says, “When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.”

I have never made brothers before, God explains. That is how I thought they were made. What more do you want?

“I want to steal some of his kindness,” Cain says, and shakes his pocket knife out of his sleeve.

Back at home, Abel sits up in his bed with a start, heart racing. That was close, he thinks, that was a damn close one, and does not know why.

In the Field, the ground warms as blood seeps into the dirt. 

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the flesh putrefies, the machine rusts, and the divine corrupts, and so the rot remains supreme

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I care.

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Viking dresses by Savelyeva Ekaterina

#clothing

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Astronomy tower

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“Speak to me of calmer seas”

Illustration, pencil+digital.

#fave

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Florence Pugh for Black Widow press on June 21, 2021

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my body’s lookin’ wrong

inspired by @tarottss work regarding angel statues

#angel

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some of my favorite film theory and film criticism approaches <3

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Statue of a saint damaged by the sea air, Parish of St. Hilda, Hartlepool England

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Vladimir Glebovich Serebrovsky (1937 - 2016) - Neskuchny Garden. 2008. Gouache on cardboard.

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Map of regional rug patterns of Iran.

#iran

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Waiting there for you and-

Inspired by something I saw on my dash, if I can find it again I’ll absolutely reblog it!

#angel

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thinking about how orpheus turning to look back at eurydice isn’t a sign of mortal frailness but a sign of love