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cottonspotten · 6 months
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*person has consented to being eaten; they’ve donated their body. they died without suffering. you can cook the meat. you will not get sick from the meat.
bonus: explain why!
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jackiietaylor · 1 year
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god forbid women have hobbies like braiding their dead best friends hair to cover up that she’s missing an ear or putting makeup on her corpse to make her look less necrotic or hallucinating a bacchanal feast while cannibalizing her
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one-time-i-dreamt · 2 months
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Meat.
Lots. And lots. Of meat.
It wasn't even mystery meat, it was so obviously just human flesh, strewn about all over the world.
No known source. No purpose. It didn't rot or anything, but it wasn't alive, it was just there.
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cupcakeshakesnake · 2 months
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Had this dream where I was in a cult and volunteered to be eaten alive. It was very peaceful and everyone was polite, sometimes telling me stuff like "I'm taking a bit of your thigh, it'll be great with some lettuce" and I'd be like "Oh ok cool"
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hmslusitania · 2 years
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In other news Washington continues to be Washington
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ayoedebiris · 6 months
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"They've been laid off from their busywork and can sense that the coming freeze will bring their deaths—" Plain Bad Heroines, Emily M. Danforth
YELLOWJACKETS OCTOBER — quote from other horror media
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sketchyface · 27 days
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Can’t stop thinking about Alastor letting Rosie eat him cuz he trusts her
Fuck sex! Let Rosie gently cannibalise Alastor, pussies!
Edit: Continuation!
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aeirithgainsborough · 8 months
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YELLOWJACKETS WEEK DAY 4 ➙ favourite quote/scene
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dontwnnatreatyouwell · 10 months
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True Love Is (Rare)
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esora247 · 2 months
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HELLO DEAD PLATE IS VERY GOOD but oh my god Vince's offence at being asked if he eats people is so funny to me after he literally just,,,, did All That
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doodlebloo · 8 months
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Is this anything
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assiraphales · 1 year
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all these shows surrounding “uh oh! a group of people are stranded with no food! no options……..no way to survive……..what if?” girl the first HINT the first MENTION of cannibalism and I’m flying the coop. even if all the heavy handed food puns went over my head the first round the second I realize I’m not eating squirrel I’m using my legs to run before they get turned into kebab
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one-time-i-dreamt · 3 months
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I was driving home from the ER with my dad and he decided to take the back route, which was very dark and in a forest. We kept bumping into creepypastas like first it was Slenderman, then it was the rake, then smile dog. It was a normal inconvenience. Slenderman also sold us human meat for a great deal before we could continue driving home.
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lovenpeace-pkmn · 3 months
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Actually the Minotaur did nothing wrong. if you're banished to the labyrinth for your father's sin syou should be allowed to eat people about it
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philonob · 10 months
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Takes you by your hand 😳
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cdyssey · 11 months
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It's that tiny, baby goat named Bruce being brown and furry, like the pelt Shauna Shipman wrapped her dead baby in.
It's the fact that it's a boy goat too.
It's her immediate and irrational fear—upon even hearing the word sacrifice—that she's going to have to kill the kid. The goat. The baby. This precious, innocent life in her care. Because everything she loves gets taken away from her, doesn't it?
All her fault.
Every last bit of it.
She can't have anything that she doesn't eventually hurt.
(And yes, it's about Jackie. It's always about Jackie, even when she swears that it's not. Jackie, her first victim. Jackie, her first love.)
(She's wearing her shirt in this episode. She's wearing her life in this whole damn series.)
It's her sitting alone in the woods, disassociating, triggered by a goddamn goat, and it's her utter panic when she realizes that he's missing.
It's Misty telling her, “Well, you’re not that innocent either.”
And it's her so bitterly replying, “Do you think I don’t know that?” as she frantically searches for Bruce, yet another living creature that she thinks she’s failed.
It's the tenderness with which she holds him when she finds him again, mothering him so gently. She tells him—this goat—that he's delusional and dumb if he thinks she's gonna hold him all day, but then she fucking does it! She holds him! She cradles him to her chest like a baby, and it's so lovely.
But it's so, so sad too.
Because it's her pleading with the barn worker to make sure that the goat is okay; she doesn't trust her ability to take care of him; she'll fucking lose it if he gets hurt in her care.
And it's this guy robotically replying, "The kid’s care is entwined with your own." And it’s the way that Shauna's pupils immediately blow, and we intimately understand—well before she tells Lottie—that she's thinking about that baby in the woods.
And she's thinking about Callie.
And she's thinking that if this much is true—if her ability to care for herself is the metric by which she can care for a kid—then, of course, her children are so totally fucked.
With her as a mother, they were doomed from the very start.
(Relatedly, it’s Melanie Lynskey saying in an interview: “I don’t think Shauna’s really disappointed in people. I think she’s disappointed in herself. She takes things out on herself, and she just feels kind of fundamentally unlovable.”)
It’s her confrontation with Lottie, which is charged with their fraught and bloody past, by Lottie's obsession with the wilderness baby, by the dream where the baby is cannibalized, by Lottie's willingness to become both Shauna's punching bag and martyr.
It's the tears that run down her face as she says, as she confesses:
"I’m not crying about the goat. I don’t really know, um, what’s happening right now. Um, I think it’s just that I’ve always kept my daughter, you know, Callie, like, at arm’s length. I think just out of fear that she would… die, I guess. Or maybe that she was never even real to begin with. I don’t know. I try to tell myself it’s okay. That I’m safe to… to think of her as-as mine, you know, and to just be her mom. But I think something is broken, Lottie. I just can’t do it.
God, it’s how every line of this monologue is so fucking broken and raw. She told that bastard cop that she's just not very good at loving her daughter, and here is both the reason why and the brutal extent. In the woods, her baby died, but for just a brief moment, in the tantalizing spaces of that dream turned hellish nightmare, he lived. But then he died again; he was consumed; or was he?
No.
Abso-fucking-lutely-yes, but not in the way that Shauna could have ever conceived.
Because this is the idea that she can't think of Callie as her own when that first baby was never hers either.
Not really.
Our baby, Lottie had called him. He was their communal savior, their shining hope, their personal Jesus who didn’t live.
And Shauna's singular moment alone with him had been a cruel fantasy too.
It's her murderous rage at his death, the violence that such grief engenders in her, which in and of itself is an echo of Misty's Steel Magnolias monologue—the way she wants to hit someone until they feel as bad as they do.
It’s how she can't allow herself to love Callie completely because of her fundamental incapacity to discern reality from the nightmare. In the cabin, she accuses them all of killing her baby. Every goddamn day she fears that her daughter will die, if she even exists at all.
It's the panic in her eyes when she clutches the phone and asks Jeff if Callie is okay all the same.
Because that's her first instinct, her immediate assumption.
That something with her daughter is horribly wrong.
And that's the crux in the end, the horrible conclusion to all these frayed and tangled threads.
Something going wrong is the only reality that Shauna Shipman can ever reliably count upon. The entirety of her life is an open, gushing wound.
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