your weekly azem april dosage (also including my THREE crossover pieces from last week) now with MORE obnoxious theatre references. thanks for looking at my freak.

💌 - (from leocadian <3)

to my dearest horse,

thank you for being insane in an adjacent way to me. sometimes i wonder if it’s narcissistic to seek reflections of yourself in others, but it’s a great comfort to know that there are others out there who suffer similarly as i do. the tumblr passion (1994) community is stronger for your presence. as the self proclaimed premier passion (1994) blogger, honestly i’m proud to have you around and feel completely comfortable passing that title on to you in the case that any unusual tragic event were to happen to me. (wink)

your art is really really good and deciding to become an illustrator (iirc) in today’s ai riddled society instantly makes you one of god’s strongest soldiers. keep on writing, drawing, and being funky fresh (:

❤️ (big fan btw)

lita my darling lita!! i can’t believe it’s been four years since i met you as tumblr user michiganuniversity. since then i’ve been so happy to have you as a mutual and a sort of proxy younger sibling (: even though we don’t share a lot of interests beyond merrily, seeing your posts on my dash and your username in my notes always makes me happy. thanks for reblogging my art and calling it pretty even if you don’t know what it’s from!

being an eighth doctor adventures fan is so hard. how do i explain to people that i want them to read an unfinished postmodernist series of 73 pulp science fiction novels from the early 2000s that's made up of a bunch of writers arguing about how to best fundamentally deconstruct dr who as a concept

deeply unlikeable and unpleasant female characters are actually so important for the ecosystem and also as a good litmus test over if a person is Weird about women or not

clannad 20th anniversary!!!!!!!!!!

My favorite part of fiddler on the roof was when he said "it's fiddlin' time" and fiddled all over those guys

💌 ooo

have this thing i edited to preface this ask, because i find it (somewhat) funny and i think you'll like it.

tumblr user pacificovertures? you're cool. the only other fosca-coded person i know, and someone who is probably as insane about passion as i am. (something something i read about the joys the world dispenses to the fortunate...)

having someone who relates to the same agonising spiritual and emotional dilemmas that i too (occasionally) face is... comforting, to say the least. i am fascinated by what you have to say in relation to my long and tangential passion posts where i extrapolate about doomed narratives or something other–or even when you offered your own counterpoints and insights when i discussed passion and the tragedy of youth motifs it has. to have someone who approaches such a multi-layered piece of media to a similar degree of scrutiny as i feels deeply refreshing, because you just Get It.

i also love seeing you pop up in my notifications every now and then, or even when you post your FFXIV art or about a new thing in the discord. it's nice to have someone as sondheim pilled as i am, truly.

one day we'll be able to talk about passion and video games in person - i'm still so sad i missed you by a couple of days in NY. (may we be diseased and fosca pilled in spirit, until then.)

and yes, i will finish the passion fanfic (soon) and you will be the first one to read it.

wol: it's not my fault that I don't remember! I didn't choose to get sundered! Emet, with no clue how he escaped the sundering: skill issue

“it’s better to be remembered as a monster than to not be remembered at all”

No none of the above this is for the wine enjoyers

New Sondheim single dropped today :3 I am a little misty, remembering how I held onto this song in the theatre as the last music he would give us

I’ve rewatched rent at least ten times in the past few days. I feel super normal about it

production of company where amy gives them their orange juice like this:

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.