marcie. 20+. nonbinary. they/them. | currently obsessed with NADDPOD, Dimension 20, The Sandman | currently watching: ACoFF, Ba2mia, The Sandman | requests are CLOSED | queue is running | DNI minors, proshippers, terfs
can you imagine chuckling at none pizza with left beef and then living through the death of humanity and resurrecting a chunk of it and becoming a god figure to the new society you create and then 10,000 years later referencing it in conversation to a horribly traumatized teenager who has no possible frame of reference for this ancient meme that no one else alive has ever heard of
I love the idea of dead gods. Not in the sense of “hey i killed something supernaturally strong” but in the sense of “i killed it and it’s still a god.” It is still worshipped. prayers are still answered. miracles are performed in its name, even as it lies pierced by a thousand swords and burning with chemical fire. even as it drifts through vacuum, decapitated and bleeding molten rock. in cosmic spite of being shot through each eye and hurled into a plasma reactor, it still radiates the power of the divine in a way that primitive death cannot smother. the nature of godchild is not so simple as to be tied to the mortality, or immortality, of any living being.
In love with tom sturridge's portrayal of Dream mostly because of those tiny, soft smiles he does that happen so rarely but when they do happen they hit u like a truck, like omg who is this sweetheart all of a sudden. I wanna pinch his cheeks my god