i hope siobhan thompson knows that “i don’t love our parents, but despite the fact that you have not earned it, I do love you” is carved onto the surface of my brain and I think about it constantly

09/12/23

gorgug. i believe you to be the greatest wizard of this age

NOTE: this one took awhile for me to finish, both cuz of uni and cuz i had just so many problems with this piece lol. gorgug and ayda are so friendship :]

got hooked on dbd didn’t i

Ok so I think the thing about The Cat King forgetting to count himself as one of the cats in Port Townsend is because he is planning on leaving

Junior year is shaping up to have really unsleeping city energy. Ally creating chaos like season 1 Pete. Murph miming a tiny cigarette like Cody. Idk general vibes.

How to prevent Netflix from cancelling Dead boy detectives? I'm already attached to this series, it will be a pity if another good show just gonna be cancelled after first season

Tell everyone you know, in real life and online, to watch it. Word of mouth is incredibly effective. Be an evangelist for the show.

In honour of Dead Boy Detectives, I can't wait for The Sandman to see my girl Wanda

How it started // how it’s going

nightmare blunt rotation

I’ll cry if I think about them for too long but you’re Charles Rowland you’re a biracial punk and you’ve been getting the shit kicked out of you by your father your entire life but you see a Pakistani kid getting beat for being Pakistani and you can’t help it, you’re afraid but you stop it. You’re half Indian why are you any different? The racist little white boys agree. They beat you too. You make it away. You’re cold, so cold and something’s very wrong with you, and then you see a light. But you’re not dead. It’s another boy your age and he tells you he’s dead. He died in this same shitty boarding school and he reads you a bedtime story as you fall asleep. You’re dead now and he’s still here. He knew you were dying and he didn’t want you to be scared. He crawled out of Hell and the first thing he did was comfort you as you lay dying.

Why wouldn’t you run from death with him? Why wouldn’t you spend your eternity with him? Why wouldn’t you love him?

I have never needed two characters to meet more in my entire life

I hate the “open floor plan” that everyone is obsessed with in houses now. I want nooks and crannies and bizarre floor plans. I don’t need to be able to see what someone is doing on the other side of the house. I want places to hide and lurk and dwell in the shadows. I am the beast who awaits in the labyrinth

"I really don't know what I love you means. I think it means don't leave me here alone." ~ Neil Gaiman.

I liked the latest game changer ep.

Obsessed with the fit in ways truly no one could understand. Pirate Aabria I love you.

imagine this.

you are a simulacrum. a magical clone of a human person who already exists, but a little to the side. your accent sounds a little different from them, you look a little different, you have slightly different tastes. people sometimes find you funny, sometimes disturbing or annoying, and you're not entirely sure why. you haven't been alive long enough to understand how your behaviors come across. you exist in the same story as your genesis and their friends, but slightly to the side; you were created to play a short, specific, yet insignificant role. you stand on the very precipice of the fourth wall, and those beyond it see you as little more than a joke. your life is destined only to be a few days long. your life, such as it is, is constant uncertainty. you know nothing, and accept this. others do not understand you, and you accept this.

in the heat of battle, you see your genesis attempt a divine working of magic, and fail. you look out from where they stand, and see the face of your shared goddess: a goddess of doubt and uncertainty and mystery. everything is a mystery to you, including yourself.

you are Kristen 2.

"blimey," you say, in pure, vague awe, and you can feel the mystery that is you and everything connect to that massive face.

you gaze past the fourth wall, directly into the face of one Brennan Lee Mulligan. you are a joke, and a clone, and nothing you do makes sense, and by god you will be yourself to the very end, whoever the fuck you are.

"I said, blimey."

and you successfully cast Divine Intervention.

it was played as a joke but

there's something genuinely harrowing about gorgug and kristen on the deck of the ship, pelted by rain, swarmed by dragons, these two teenagers looking at each other with wide eyes trying to bury the fear down deep, and

do you remember when we died?

they were freshmen, they were children, they were two years younger but it feels like a hundred hundred years ago

it feels like yesterday, because deep down they're still that boy hiding his too large frame behind a metal flower and a girl stuffing her too large personality into the pages of her bible

do you remember when we died?

the ship rocks violently with cannon fire, hands of fear and divinity and loss creeping from the clouds

do you remember the day you lost your faith?

do you remember a forest so sharp it cut you clean through?

do you think we ever woke up?