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on reckless, self-destructive devotion and the sharp edges of longing that look almost like teeth
Phoebe Bridgers, “Moon Song” // unknown // Margaret Atwood, “Speeches for Dr. Frankenstein” // quadruple dog art by @mxmorggo on Instagram // Hozier, “Take Me to Church” // STELLAR, “Reflections” // AJJ, “I Wanna Be Your Dog 2” // Mitski, “I’m Your Man” // William Shakespeare, Midsummer’s Night Dream // Tumblr user @ojibwa // Trista Mateer, from “How I Asked You to Stay,” Honeybee.
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starheirxero · 4 months
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Multiverse's most mentally stable Sun
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He's fine 😁 (lie)
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judas-redeemed · 2 years
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love at the cost of yourself
horoscope for the heartbroken by schuyler peck // i don't smoke by mitski // pinterest, uncredited // wearing flames to the grocery store by jasmine ledesma // pinterest, uncredited // a hunger like no other by sk osborn
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rometabss · 11 months
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amigo the devil, "hell and you" / aaron o'hanlon / terese marie mailhot / soap&skin, "me and the devil" / leonard cohen, "you want it darker" / franz kafka, "letters to milena" / tathève simonyan, "august" / richard siken, "the torn-up road"
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zer0point5ive · 4 months
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adam who knows the door is wide open, knows he could leave at any point, knows that lawrence wouldn’t stop him, couldn’t stop him and yet. and yet .. adam who looks at the fresh crimson stain on lawrence’s shirt collar, the red beneath his nails he hasn’t quite managed to scrub away yet and wonders if there’s any universe in which he’d run to the cops, to anyone. adam who knows there isn’t. lawrence wouldn’t stop him but adam wouldn’t run. adam who despises everything jigsaw stands for, tells lawrence as much, tells lawrence that he’s gonna be the first to dance on that bastards grave when he finally kicks it but who still stays with lawrence. despite it all. because he’s lawrence, because he’s adam’s. because they’re so inextricably intertwined that not having lawrence around now would kill him as surely as reaching inside and pulling out his own beating heart. he’s everywhere and he’s everything, living in the spaces between adam’s ribs and wrapped around his brain like a live wire. running would be suicide and besides, adam’s not gonna let him go, can’t. not now. adam who would absolve lawrence of just about anything as long as he’s by his side, as long as he keeps coming back, as long as he switches the light on when he gets home and cups adam’s face oh so gently in bloodstained hands
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jonsrightrib · 3 months
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Riz is going to explode this season
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yearningaces · 6 months
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💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥
GIVE ME THE MAN FISH
TAKE SOME EXTRA FISH MAN BECAUSE I AM IN A MOOD FOR SELF DESTRUCTIVE DEVOTION
Hallow was a creature of desolation. A giant predator who was meant to dwell at the bottom of the ocean floors who was forcefully drudged up from his home in the depths to serve as a play thing for the elder council of much smaller mers, who somehow contained him.
He would have happily torn everything to pieces and would have enjoyed feasting on each of the elders from the tail up as they screamed and begged for it to end be it by death or mercy.
But then after his first fight, you came along.
Sweet light bringer, like the sun through the shallow waters, you warmed him in a way he'd never felt before. The waters of the trenches are cold, but your warmth was the remedy.
And so Hallow would lay in his cold and dark cell, like a dog awaiting the return of a master at the front door. Waiting for you to open the door, and let him back inside the house of the warmth you bring with you.
How his fangs ached with the desire to bite into his own flesh, his claws tingled to dig into the soft sinewy viscera of his chest so he could tear, blubber then flesh then muscle and bone before hollowing out a section of his heart, all for you.
He'd wonder if you'd form a comfortable little nest in his heart, allowing him to carry the warmth you always bring with him wherever he goes.
Pleading and yearning and remaining depraved for something softer. Craving with such a visceral longing that his teeth ache to sink into something yet he remains the equivalent of a rabid beast collared to a leash he's offered to the only one he truly adores.
Hallow was effectively collared and reverently clicked his collar into place at your mere appearance in his life. He'd grant you his leash, even a rabid dog wouldn't bite the hand feeding him so gently and caringly.
Hallow was a desolate creature. And would continue to be. Burning and starved for a taste of your warmth, your care. The greatest reward he could attain for surviving another day, for tearing another fool into a visceral mess of leftover flesh. And he'd do so happily, sometimes allowing himself to be bitten into and torn down to his bones because you might stay longer while patching his wounds and soothing his broken whimpers of pain. Anything for another moment, is what his pious heart demands, and like a carnivorous pup he follows his heart with a fanged grin, ready to sink his fangs in again.
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redhotarsenic · 1 year
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Exchange (Bindings)
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mea-trinitas-profana · 6 months
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posting this here but not tagging it with anything because i dont want the wrong audience
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whumpacabra · 7 months
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Yes yes we all know about about codependent whumpees and caretakers, but what about codependent whumpees and whumpers?
I hate you, I fear you, but you’re the only one I trust to hurt me without killing me. I hate you, I hurt you, but you’re the only one I trust to tell my secrets. The devil I know is better than the devil I don’t, so I’ll stay with the familiar instead of risking worse. I can’t cope without you here to prove I have control over something in my life.
It scares me how much I don’t want you to die (how much I don’t want you to leave me alone).
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transkenobis · 1 year
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it’s john 20:13 sunday everybody give it up for john 20:13 sunday
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skidspace · 3 months
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Idk how to explain it but the entire discography of Sleep Token is very Grantaire coded
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easy-revenge · 1 year
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okay mail jeevas
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bat-anon · 1 year
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I can’t remember if I’ve ever mentioned this before, but something I’ve been thinking about for a while is how Cass and Hector actually... mirror each other a lot?? Like- Cass has all of this devotion to Rapunzel that’s emotionally complicated due to it being a mix of her status as Rapunzel’s servant and her genuine love for Rapunzel, which becomes strained because no matter how hard she tries she can’t escape how the power divide effects the nature of their relationship. Their friendship ends up falling apart with Cassandra’s hand being mutilated in the Great Tree and Rapunzel (because she has none of the interpersonal skills necessary to cope with any of this) pushes all of it onto Cass and ignores how she’s hurt her, leaving Cass emotionally isolated. 
And then you have Hector, whose devotion to Edmund drives him to push all of the people who care about him away and live in isolation to uphold Edmund’s wish. Hector is shown to put his loyalty before everything else even as it hurts him (”I’m sorry it came to this, sister.”). Hector pulls the spear out of the Great Tree’s heart, ready to sacrifice himself for his cause, only to be possessed instead. We see Hector be stripped of his free will due to his loyalty again with the Mindtrap... and no reaction from Edmund. 
Both Cassandra and Hector have made great sacrifices in their loyalty only to get burned for it time and time again. This parallel probably wasn’t intentional, but it fascinates me and it’d be cool to see some of it in analysis/fanworks. 
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aidenwaites · 9 months
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The Dream is that one day Jack Rabbit will get made and ill get to do a Q&A where I get to gush about how much of a selfish dick Alex is <3
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thestudiousalien · 10 months
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just binge watched both seasons of the bear,,,the amount of mental illness being exhibited
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