Midnight Mass + Tumblr Text Posts (8/??)

I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.

(mary oliver, sleeping in the forest)

Name a more iconic duo than my fear of abandonment and instinct to self isolate, I’ll wait.

the House of the Sewn Tongue, the Jawless Skull of the Ninth House or Anastasia performing homebrew mandible surgery

I like theories that she had a sewn tongue after failed lyctorhood or the tomb

Idk how much is this possible but I wanted to draw this idea, let Anastasia spill the tea

your honor who gives a fuck. like for real

so there I was, reading Harrow the Ninth for the umpteenth time, when I reached the planning of dios apate, minor and several descriptions caught my attention:

“The Saint of Patience was bent over a mirror above a wooden washstand, wearing a suit of antique make beneath his robe. You were grudgingly impressed by the sight of a historical artefact actually being worn: black trousers, black jacket, a plain white shirt with a high white collar, very starched. Augustine had combed his hair into a flat cap against his skull, faultless and shiny, with not a strand out of place. Within the collar sat a funny little black tie that was cut in a curve, and he was knotting it into a fat bow. ”

and

“Mercymorn wore a long slip of peach-coloured silk, and her white Canaanite robe was tucked over her forearms and had slipped entirely off her slender, aggrieved shoulders. She had scraped her hair into a merciless and shining coil at the back of her head, and she had no eyes for either of you.”

‘What does this remind me of?’ I wondered. Two very classy, aloof adults, dressed to the nines for a fancy dinner party…

and then it hit me:

Tamsyn Muir, ma’am, necroauthor prime, did you look at this Leyendecker painting and go, ‘Yes, perfect, exactly how two near-immortals who loathe each other would dress for a formal meal with their god, their third sibling immortal, and two infant immortals’?

Today in niche genres of joke that I can never get enough of and will probably still be secretly thinking about four years later

I genuinely want to know how one reads Kafka and then comes to the conclusion that the man was a “happy and well adjusted guy.” No hate to the og poster, I just think it’s kind of funny.

If a woman could just gently cup my face in her hands while she softly presses a kiss to my lips that’d be great thank you so much.

Me anytime I think about The Green Knight

love shakespeare. did a hamlet run tonight, looked someone dead in the eye to say “am i a coward?” during a speech and the fucker shrugged and nodded

I get that Gideon Nav is objectively a very sexy character but also I am in my 30s and when I see sexy fan art of her I feel a powerful instinctive desire to clap her on the shoulder and tell her she’s doing a good job and I’m proud of her and encourage her to wear sunscreen