Obsessing over humble bards. The Amazing Devil. Tamquam. Late dawns and early sunsets and lipgloss through my veins. (Yeah, all over again. No, I don't care if it's cringe or not.) Horror, in unhealthy amounts. Neil Gaiman. Boys made of string. A certain writer with a microphone🕊. Books, all the books. Peaches and plums. Bees and keys and swords. Cups of stars. Trees. Rocks. Scents. Found families. Redemption in all shapes and sizes. Whatnot. 18+ occassionally. Nsfw. MINORS DNI PLEASE. Neurodiverse. Proud 'Horny Gran of Kaer Morhen'. You can call me elvie or vie. She/her, bi, way too old for this shit, mom of 3. I forget everything. I really am trying though.
“Mike Flanagan focuses too much on characters monologuing”
Well I for one eat it up every time like it’s a five course meal of fiction handed to me on a silver platter. More delicious depictions of death, family, and what it means to be alive for me.