⟡ bride of re-animator × herbert west .

DR WEST: you're nothing but a dead head. . . a no-body !

idk kind of thinking about the nadia & jason “i wouldve loved you the same if you told me” and how she was always looking to know him and how he was all she had. and how nadia and peter are foils. two people who only had jason and him alone. and how he had everyone but in a way that he was no one to them. i think about how desperate nadia sounded at the end of promise to get jason to open up to her. she realized then how little she knows of her brother. how anyone knows of him. she wanted to be there for him but he didnt let her. do you think she carries that with her? i think about jasons death. i think about how it was accidental but premeditated. i think about the fact that peter ended up getting exactly what he wanted. he wanted people to know about them. and they did. it wasnt enough for jason he still wanted to run. what if peter had agreed? what if they left during intermission and escaped. they wouldve soon found out theres no real escape. i think about how it wouldve never worked out. about star crossed lovers destined to end each other but what happens when one lives? i think about how it was supposed to be peter who died. narratively. mercutio who gave his life for romeo. who died quietly to keep jasons secret. who couldve been the catalyst. to jason talking about who he is. it wouldve made perfect for jason and ivys life together. but he lived. and jasons death was accidental, in fact there was so much more for them to live. i think about jasons death. and the emptiness he left. ivy without the father of her child and first love. peter and nadia without their everything. do you think they were brought together? do you think they connected over two sides of the same person they lost? do you think peter was ever able to love again? do you think nadia blames this all on ivy? because of course she would, but even she should see her hurting. do you think they would forgive each other. do you think this is what would allow them to come together and see each other as two girls in the same world. that everything that hurts them is the same structure that killed jason. i think they deserve to love together. and matt. he got everything he wanted. valedictorian. romeos demise. ivy. do you think he wished upon his death halfheartedly and now lives with that regret? do you think he blames himself? that maybe if he hadnt outted jason he would still be here? how does he live seeing peter within the emptiness. knowing he won’t be forgiven. how do the four of them live. how do you live when youve lost so much.

i think about what peter said to the priest. i think about how peter forgave him. thats so fucking powerful. jason died. the system killed him. god killed him and peter forgave. i think about the inherit catholicism in everything that went wrong. the system failed all of them in every way it could. i think about how peters conversation and relationship with his mother is the ultimate symbolism of how the church views adolescent troubles. to not discuss it. i think about how when jason went to the priest the priest’s only comfort was “i’ll keep your secret.” how the churchs solution to everything is to keep it hidden. ivy got pregnant due to unsafe sex perpetuated by a lack of safe sexual education and resources. by “abstinence only” preaching. i think about matts inherent toxic masculinity as a result of conservative religious culture. how he was always in competition with jason. even when ivy chose jason he felt like he lost. like he had to win her back. he had to “beat” jason. in everything. i think about nadia. how shes grown bitter and resentful from watching ivy get everything She wanted. how thats not even ivys fault. ivy never chose to be favoured. yet nadia chose to blame her. i think about how theyre pit against each other. and how nadia believes she can only tear ivy down to “win.” how she knows she is so much more but shes stuck in a society where looks always win. i think about the schools lack of awareness of substance use among the student population. these kids were REGULARLY consuming hard substances without supervision and god knows without the knowledge of the consequences. i think about how when lucas explained mdma and ketamine there was nothing but flowery words. and how there was no control or safe practice. i think about how this was what killed jason. i think about how theyre stuck in this system. how long they have been. i think about the fact that peter and jason were together at the start. that they knew each other since at least 12, maybe earlier. how long had they loved each other? for all of high school? they were a four year long secret? longer? i think about how now peter cannot talk about his grief for jason without betraying him. he cannot mourn him fully without outting the one thing jason wanted no one to know. without “ruining” his parents perception of him, the schools perception of him. how his mother doesnt understand. how she never got the chance to know jason. or bothered to know peter as he really was. would she change her mind now? when he needs her most?

never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

A customer contacted our team with questions, and then finished their email with: "I am daunted by the complexities and unknowns." I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since.

Knowledge Revenge.

Baffled.

this manatee looks like it’s in a skyrim loading screen

Studying linguistics is actually so wonderful because when you explain youth slang to older professors, instead of complaining about how "your generation can't speak right/ you're butchering the language" they light up and go “really? That’s so wonderful! What an innovative construction! Isn't language wonderful?"

no fucking way

the funniest part of any Robin meeting the JL is that every Robin is so distinctly different from the previous one in terms of personality and vibes that the league literally gets backlash. and like, I don't blame them. not to mention that they are non-meta children that dress as a traffic light and fight crime alongside batman in gotham on a nightly basis. i'd also be a bit concerned. Batman, literally The Night of Gotham personified in the League's eyes, coming into a JL meeting: This is Robin, my crime-fighting partner. 11-year-old Dick Grayson, dressed in the brightest primary colours possible, vaguely hidden murder behind those eyes, never stops moving even for a moment: Hi! Superman: That's a child. That's-- Bats that is a child. You let a child--? Batman, deadpan: You try to stop him. Would you rather he try and murder a grown man with a wire?

Batman: This is Robin. 12-year-old Jason Todd, with the biggest grin on his face, about 3 books in his hand, stars in his eyes and a distinct street-kid drawl: Hey!!! Green Lantern: That's ... that's a different child. What?? Jason: I stole his tires :) Batman: Tried to. Jason, stage whispering to the League: basically did. Green Lantern: that is a different kid, right?? I'm not seeing shit??

Batman: This is Robin. 14-year-old Tim Drake, bo staff clutched in his hand, a wary and tired expression on his face, more on the quiet side, the literal walking definition of don't judge a book by it's cover: hello Flash: Where do you even find these-- Tim: I found myself.

Batman: This is Robin. 17-year-old Stephanie Brown, literally blonde, with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of nothing but mischief and the most explosive personality you've ever seen: hiya!! Superman: I give up. Stephanie: I know, I have that amazing effect on people.

Batman: This is Robin. 13-year-old Damian Wayne, a literal wet cat that will hiss at you, has a sword, the most judgemental stare you'll get from a teenager, ready to jump anyone there: Green Lantern: WHY DOES HE HAVE A SWORD?! Batman: ... he came with the sword.

crowley

Asking for directions

mistook mickbell for the beautiful asshole girl of my dreams (a mistake the official translation also made for a bit) and was devastated to learn that he is in fact a man. i've now projected this onto meijack

Aimee, from Leonard Nimoy’s 2010 photography series Secret Selves

Aimee — tattoo and body piercing

I like being a girl…no one knows I am a woman, let alone a lesbian. My beard is natural, there is no imbalance.

Today I had the spoons to hunt down my neighborhood council's email and send them an email that basically said "I would like to be able to leave my house but my neighborhood is not wheelchair accessible. Who do I talk to in order to get this fixed?" And I am planning on hunting down whoever is in charge of sidewalks in my neighborhood and getting real annoying about it.

My plan is to email them every time I want to go somewhere but can't.

Email 1: hello, please fix sidewalks so I can ride the bus places I am very passionate about public transportation and also being able to leave my house.

Email 200: This morning I woke up and wanted some delicious coffee to start my day, but upon getting out of bed I discovered we were out of coffee. I would've liked to take advantage of the city's public transportation system in order to support a local business like [examples of local coffee shops] but alas I cannot because I am a wheelchair user and my neighborhood is not wheelchair accessible. [Insert rest of arguement RE accessibility]. In conclusion I don't work I can keep these emails coming until I die please just fix my sidewalks.

This is going to be my new spite hobby. I was already mad about the abuse and general shit hand the disabled get dealt in our culture but then I started using a wheelchair and places like doctor's offices have been inaccessible to me so now I am filled with rage. So I am going to take that rage and do something with it. Like emailing my city counsel representatives at 2 am like "I crave a moonlight walk fix my sidewalks please."