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Entry Four: Date December 13th 1898
I managed to hire a black smith to gain the tools I needed for the dissection, or would it be a vivisection? For the creature is certainly not alive, but nor is he full dead either. Alas, I get ahead of myself, the tools I ordered arrived just this morning and I am excited to try them out on the creature, see what exactly makes it tick.
The flesh reacts oddly when cut with silver, burning and slicing at the same time, though holy water is needed in order to keep the flesh from coming back together, though it is thankfully far slower than when I was simply using steel. Still, it does have the unfortunate side effect of my laboratory smelling of burning flesh which lingers horribly. I will have to find a way to correct that, or at the very least to make certain that I take numerous showers before returning to the upper levels for it offends my Amelia's delicate senses quite fervently.
I do not mind it much, for it is but a small price to pay in order to discover Dracula's secrets such as the fact he does indeed have a beating heart, which surprises me greatly. I thought vampires would have had a still unbeating heart, yet it seems that I have been mistaken, for Dracula's is still very much beating, albeit I'm not sure if it has blood to pump or if it is merely doing it because that's what it did in life. Whatever the case may be this is a fascinating discovery and opens so many avenues for scientific theory. Does the heart beat because being undead is still a state of living? Can Dracula and subsequently other vampires be considered technically alive if this is the case?
Vampires are not warm like living beings are, and that fact cannot be more well represented than the feeling of cold blood running across my hands as I try and study the organs within. It is a strange feeling and if I closed my eyes, I would have thought it to be merely water going across my hands. The blood is colder than that of corpse, and perhaps this is the true source of the vampire's icy exterior. I have the feeling that Dracula will prove to be a very interesting study, and I may die without knowing everything. Which saddens me, but that means I still have much to learn, which likewise excites me beyond measure.
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worstloki · 27 days
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been thinking of Loki as a vengeful ghost/demon that tries to kill Thor after dying on Jotunheim except instead of killing Thor straightup Thor's on a quest following a trail of weird clues and strange happenings across multiple realms sort of? so Loki is just leading him around not showing himself but very much heartbroken in the distance about how Thor just 'moved on'. Meanwhile on Thor's end it's very evident in how Thor handles quests once Loki is gone that he still follows all the advice and suggestions Loki made, and tries to consider what Loki would have done when he does things.
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kurooscoffee · 10 months
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Točno To: "Bojan Cvjetićanin (Joker Out) was going through a real "nightmare" during the concert"
Usually Točno To (slovenian clickbaity tabloid website) just recaps situations, but this time they also added a nice personal commentary which I thought was sweet:
Točno To: Anyone who has ever experienced a panic attack knows that it is a real "nightmare" that has no end. Bojan showed strength in spite of everything and tried to handle the situation in a very professional manner. We are grateful to him for speaking out and giving additional strength and motivation to all those who deal with panic attacks on a daily basis.
source: x
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musical-chick-13 · 5 months
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So the problem is. That I don't want to call Ten-cubed "fourteen." I think Ncuti should be. Fourteen. He IS fourteen.
But if I want to talk about Ncuti's specific incarnation of this character. And make it clear that I am talking about him. I will have to call him "Fifteen." But doing that means that everyone involved in this ridiculous naming decision wins.
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daz4i · 8 months
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man if anyone else was in my situation I'd tell them "noooo don't listen to the people in your life who tell you you're making excuses and just being lazy, it's clear that you're in pain, not to mention executive dysfunction makes everything so much harder and depression draining you immediately after one action, be kinder to yourself" however. i am not anyone else
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buthappysoverrated · 2 months
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everytime I remember how good liebgott, joseph D. is at manipulating people I'm just. Dying to fuck that man
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'if you have to ask who this is about, then the answer is probably yes.'
bent knees and edges -
cocky fingers shoot up
popped punk royalty at its most obtuse
lined my bedroom walls like notebooks, noses
dropping wide lines for my side lines, side kick.
ring up my ears, my fingers, my rowan.
i'm kissing the ring
and the prints of prince charming man posing
well-hung above me,
a liner away
from making dreams come.
- ellie revenge
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maddy-ferguson · 5 months
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thinking about how the person who made that post implying that spotify wrapped was released early this year to overshadow the international day of solidarity with the palestinian people was like "why are you so eager to defend a big company with a rich ceo" when people told them it was actually not released early at all...why are you defending the pizzeria owners i've already decided they're trafficking children
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fiendishartist2 · 1 year
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it's your conclusions that make mine delusions– tma
Jon's feet dangled underneath him, hanging limp. Papers fluttered to the floor, forgotten in the mad scramble between the two men. Jon's hands rested loosely around Tim's wrists, just above where his fists were twisted into Jon's collar. With his back against the wall, Jon was trapped completely under his co-worker's wrath. Tim stepped closer, crushing a lazily written report under his shoe.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Stoker?" Jon asked lightly. Tim's nose scrunched with disgust as Jon's smirk widened enough to bare teeth.
"Stop smiling," Tim snarled, "Stop fucking- what is wrong with you? Why are you here?" Although his grip on Tim's wrists remained deciptively gentle– hands poised so that fingertips just brushed skin– Jon's expression grew hungry. Entertainment flickered behind dark irises; Tim got the sense Jon was relishing in his desperation.
"I work here." Jon answered simply, unbothered despite the way Tim's knuckles dug into his throat. Tim barked out a mirthless laugh.
"Not the same way the rest of us do. Prove it- prove you're trapped by- by whatever is wrong with this place. Go ahead, Sims. Say it." He goaded, hoping Jon would rise to the bait. Jonathan Sims was perpetually level-headed, but Tim was at his wits end.
He wanted this puppeteer wearing a human face out of his life– out of all of their lives.
"Personally, I don't have any desire to leave. I'm quite happy with this job." Tim growled, rearing back and slamming Jon into the wall. The back of his head hit the damp drywall with a satisfying crack. Jon blinked rapidly, dazed.
Tim's blood pounded in his ears; he wanted to hurt this thing under his hands and he couldn't bring himself to care anymore. It was destroying his friends, creeping like a crawling rot into every nook and cranny of their minds. Slowly, it invaded– a sweet croon here, a sharp discouragement there; watchful eyes and cutting words hidden behind an open kindness that came from the confidence of security. It felt safe picking them apart sinew by bloody sinew.
Sasha was ruining herself and wouldn't listen to reason. She ran headfirst into any situation she thought would give her leads, not even bothering to tell anyone when she was in danger. She was working longer hours, talking to people in her office in secret, stashing tapes and statements in odd places he and Martin wouldn't look. Every new statement plucked from the mess Gertrude left behind sent her on a spiral, clawing for any connection to latch onto– and she latched onto Jon's words like a woman drowing. When Sasha ducked away from conversation with Tim and Martin, Jon was at her elbow, whispering in her ear. When she eyed Tim with distrust, he could feel Jon's gaze burning into the back of head. When she continued to pull away from anyone who could anchor her to reality, Jon was right there, pulling her along.
Jon's breathing was becoming laboured. Tim pressed more weight against his chest, egged on by the slight give of Jon's ribcage under his forearms.
"Kill me," Jon choked out. Tim lurched back a step, allowing Jon to take a deep breath that left him with a dry cough. His grin split his pockmarked cheeks, "Kill me, right now. Get it over with. That is what you want, isn't it?"
"You're sick," Tim spat. He pushed against Jon until he wheezed, "You're a sick little creep and I- I want you gone. Leave the Institute. Run into traffic. Anything, just- just get out." Jon's beaming smile wavered, eyes fluttering as consiousness was squeezed out of him, "If I ever see your face again-"
"Tim!"
Tim startled, dropping Jon's collar and letting him crumple to the floor. The anger drained out of him instantly, leaving a hollow in its wake.
He stared down at the man at his feet; Jon's narrow back was shaking.
Shaking with laughter.
Jon's boney shoulders jumped up and down, breathless snickering wracking his entire frame.
He peered up at Tim through spidery bangs. As if on strings, his lips were pulled into manic smile, eyes alight with joy. Hysterics were carved into every crease of his face.
"You can't. You will never be rid of me." He whispered, voice pitchy with wonder.
Someone pushed Tim aside; he stumbled out of the way without even turning to see which of Jon's victims it was. Red faced anger entered his sight, made fuzzy by the film of haze filling his brain.
Helplessness squeezed like a band around his chest; no one would believe him about Jon. Not Sasha, too paranoid to see the problem right in front of her. Not Martin, who would give and give and give to a monster who could only take. Not Elias, who had let Jon into the Archives in the first place.
"-at is your problem, Tim?! What could /Jon/ have done to-" A tinny voice buzzed beneath the rapid gallop of Tim's heart.
Jon was right– Tim couldn't do anything. Nothing would keep Jon from weaving his web around all of them; all he could do now was watch as the threads tightened and tightened until they each snapped under the tension.
Something bumped– shoved his shoulder. Salt and pepper hair left his vision and, instinctually, Tim's eyes traced the monster across the room.
From under Martin's arm, Jon pressed his face into his shoulder. Crocodile tears soaked into the soft, well-worn knit of Martin's favourite jumper. In stark clarity, Tim zeroed in on the hand that raised behind Martin's back.
Jon waved at him slowly and deliberately as he was led gingerly into the breakroom.
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firkant-fugl · 6 months
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So I'm catching up on Grey's Anatomy and in S10 E10, Meredith says "My best friend is the mean girl. Why did I choose that?" and I'm like GIRL. You've had TEN seasons to reflect on this and you're just now realising that maybe having The Mean Girl as your BFF is hard???
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m-archived · 1 year
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to some degree, there's no denying that john was at least the smallest bit aware that he was actively deluding himself (and others) into this "god's will" fantasy of his — and the moment where this is most prevalent is during book iv-v, when riley is changed. riley wasn't supposed to be there, not at the rec center, not that late, not after the aa meeting. he was never supposed to come back. and it wasn't god's will that brought him back — it was riley's will, his own suspicions. and because of his own will, indirectly, the angel attacked riley. this part is left mostly to interpretation as the episode ends abruptly, but the implication that i've gathered is: the angel did not turn riley, the monsignor did. riley was not chosen by god; he was chosen by john. because god couldn't cleanse his conscience of his altar boy dying — not like that. not when he had the choice to save him. but this is where john's delusion, for lack of better word, starts to fall apart, because his own selfishness is what drove him to turn riley - not god. what does this mean for his narrative he's (bev's) spinning? was god working through him to enter communion with riley? or was he acting on his own? he isn't sure himself and assumes the former (he knows it was himself). so every time he tells riley, "god chose you," he is actively lying. and he knows he is lying. but lying is no longer a sin to him now — it's a tool to use to coerce people into the gift he's giving.
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trans-leek-cookie · 7 months
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Thinking abt AITSF and the ownership of bodies
#Like my immediate first thought was about Date and [spoiler] and like. Damn. And I realize now the other character I wanna talk abt is also#Super spoiler heavy anyway spoilers for AITSF#Fuckin... it's saitos body but it's Date's body too. Is that fair though? Is Date isn't maliciously or even intentionally taking it Saito i#Literally the problem but like. Does that take away his right to his own body. He made a bad choice that he regrets and refuses to accept#Responsibility/accountability for but also like. That's his fucking body he was born in. And if u take into account the oxytocin thing. Man#Idk its just. He wanted to try rohans body but then he wants his own back. Despite the fact it probably made him miserable.#And dates just hanging out in there but his 'original' body is equally alien bc what the fuck man he's been Date for 6 years and this was#Date's fucking body bc. It just was god damn. So the question is if one of the two somehow deserves the body more. Which I think is#Obv a fucked up question but like. Yknow. You probably shouldn't lose the rights to ur body bc of being a bad person bc yknow human rights#Are human rights but also there's no malintent from date initially and he also Did Not Make The Choice so like. Who gets the body in the#Divorce. Anyway they're both Serial killers so like.#Anyway manaka.... in the warehouse... I could maybe contrast this by saying smthn abt date and Saito being two owners of one body while#Manaka is divorced from her own body. But idk. Manaka wasn't given a proper funeral for a long long time. Would she have wanted one?#Her body helped solve the case but. Damn. She doesn't have any wants bc she dead but still. I don't think anyone would want their body#Frozen like that for years. I think she'd at least want a grave her daughter and friends could visit. But she can't have that#Anyway fuck so sejima I wish he died in canon
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sensazioneultra · 10 months
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btw remind me to share my thoughts about the good bad mother. i'm finally continuing it, halfway through the series now, and i have lots of thoughts. just not fully formed or developed but it got me thinking so much
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gas-stxtion · 1 year
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//sorry i haven't been working on replies lately! you see, it's because [mid-sentence i slowly lie down on the floor and start crying really hard. i do not finish my explanation]
#you know this whole thing is one big experiment‚ right? and you're the little mouse? {ooc}#//feel free not to read the tags b/c i'm gonna scream a bit#//moved in last week and already we may end up with two more people in this apartment#//bc two of my roommate's partners both need a place to stay#//and like with the one we've had some time to talk and prepare#//but with the other it's like oh ok she's moving in this weekend. non-negotiable huh. ok#//i want to scream cry and throw up lmao i am not emotionally prepared for there to be four people here#//especially b/c i don't know either of them suuuuper well just yet#//and rn i'm doing the bulk of the cleaning in the apartment which i don't mind! because i'm happy to help!#//roommate has a lot of other stuff she's worrying about and i understand and want to take the load off#//but i think if i see one more dirty pot i might start crying#//which as we all know is a normal reaction#//(that's sarcasm if that's not clear)#//i know i need to say something and insist on better communication#//because this is not malicious on my roommate's part. i know that. it's just a miscommunication#//anyway yeah i keep mentally coming back to the fact that my room isn't even fully unpacked yet lmao#//bc now we gotta get shit together to make sure everyone has somewhere to sleep n such#//and yes it's bc i haven't asked for help. i am aware. that's on me#//but damn.#//ok this got long jesus-#//if you read this i am giving you a high five but if not i understand lmfao#vent cw#negative cw
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detectiveconnor · 1 year
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i need to ask for a raise
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spherekuriboh · 2 years
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illumination would make a fucking great movie out of blowing up farewell my turnabout into a full runtime because:
- most illumination films have a higher bodycount than the average aa game
- literally everything about celeste and juan and adrian and matt, individually and as relationship units. people love touting these movies as not genuine but the adrian accomplice reveal would be so Good
- the soundtrack would fuck
- the Established Family Unit of nick maya and pearl disrupted violently by the plot. gjdhhshs illumination movies are pretty good at that kind of uncanny loneliness of being various degrees of alienated from your family for any reason and throwing this switch would be effective and terrible
- shelly de killer extra scenes that are just aai2 ice cream man
- nick kicking down those doors wouldnt be a joke actually. there's always marvel quips in these joke posts. they're fun movies but even when they're funny they arent so un-genuine.
- "what kind of jokes are--" matt pulls out his fucking burbon and when nick looks desperately at the guard the guy ducks, obviously having either given it to him or knowing it happens. The action is funny but the framing and audio cue make it clear that the cops not only know to an extent but Will Not Help You. he's only barely in prison. the guard has a large anime sweat drop as the shot re-focuses on nick staring into his own reflection in the glass instead.
- i dont think they'd shy away from this kind of visceral breakdown either? like. i think it'd be discretion cut away but the reunion scene between maya and nick and pearl is the next part and maya is like "what aboutt your record?" and nick goes "i won :)"
- credits scene dance party tribute to the jammin ninja which is a little bit tasteless but it's not worse than anything else that happens generally speaking. de killer is here.
#distext#to be clear this is me Making My Own Post and isnt a malicious vague at all#i just watched despicabl.e me again with rory and im having an emotion about like. the movie is funny but its emotional core is! in fact!#the family unit. which is never undercut by the jokes. CRUELTY is undercut by the jokes#(both when gru is not a good father and when a guy gets stranded on the moon with a limited air supply we arent considering)#but even when the movie is *funny* it isn't-- he goes to space in a pink space suit because his daughters did the Mixed Laundry gag.#and its thematic. because his dreams have been irrevocably impacted by his kids.#idk i guess i resent the idea that the movies doooont take themselves genuinely?#sing 1 isnt a particularly strong movie but the moment i think about is buster moon having to work car wash#which is what he talks about his dad doing: a job that's impossible to have dignity in because it's. literally dipping himself in soapwater#the fact that the people who come together to help buster get a musical number out of it isnt sing undercutting its emotional bit#but earned by the fact that everyone has decided to stand with him and help even though he's scammed them and lost everything.#sing 2 is better because it narrows its focus onto some of its stronger cast? rosita's Whole Thing going from being underappreciated-#- to being unable to perform and therefore ousted from the thing that is hers; backsliding into her position in the first movie-#- until she can successfully stand up for herself which is done WITHOUT crushing porscha who herself is constantly unseen !!!#it's a major emotional crutch of the movie. this culminates in the silly alien costume being redefined into like. outfit of Last Stand.#i dont know !!!! i think the movie is good. the plot of this movie is conning a gangster into thinking his favorite singer is back#and getting his favorite singer onstage before the mob kills them involves both the secretary driving 120mph to chop suey#and the movie having the viewer understand ruby calloway's illness and death by doing a simple hallway pan past several pictures of her-#- followed by her wheelchair collapsed and placed neatly into a closet half-open by the front door. this is never a joke.#clay calloway also shoots miss crawly off his property with a paintball gun. this is a joke. he does this in his grief. to not speak.#much less sing. guess what the other climactic moment of the movie is.#i dont know man theyre movies for kids and their moms and i get it but i Like Them and im more inclined to be generous to them than like#the superhero crap that the insincere quips actually come from#i think often abt the memeification of the lorax i guess? like.#rest in fucking peace the biggering rock ballad this movie was intended to have#but is how bad can i possibly be a *bad* song? more importantly: does it fail to illustrate its own point?#a little bit. mostly in the visuals. it goes somewhat viciously for the joke at the lorax's expense in ways that become... cheesy?#but a cheesy capitalist pop rock ballad thing that in itself is insincere asking insincere question after insincere question.#idk. im guy taking this too seriously i guess. but it does get me man.
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