Antigone, Jean Anouilh//Ophelia (detail) Henrietta Rae 1890//Ophelia, Henri Lehmann (1847)//Sophocles//Hamlet, William Shakespeare//Ophelia, Jean-Baptiste Bertrand, 1857//The Oresteia, Aeschylus//Ophelia, Friedrich Wilhelm Theodor Heyser, 1900

a dream about descending into darkness

The Waste Land: Death by Water by T. S. Eliot (read by Fiona Shaw)

Phlebas the Phoenician, a fortnight dead, Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell And the profit and loss.                                    A current under sea Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell He passed the stages of his age and youth Entering the whirlpool.                                    Gentile or Jew O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

Source: The Waste Land

My playlist

undersea animals when a whale dies

On Hallowed Ground

Shadow

Death By Water

nuh uh

honestly no wonder harrow forced ianthe to lobotomize her so she could save gideon. listen…LISTEN…if i was a secret-war-crime cult nunlet princess worshipped by my entire planet and the only person that (barely) kept me in check was my childhood nemesis—a butch a year older than me, towering over me in stature and physical prowess, and so hot it made my teeth hurt from how hard my jaw clenched in her presence, who wielded a two-handed seven-foot sword and had irritatingly huge biceps and told very lewd stupid jokes and also learned how to wield an entirely new weapon and be my bodyguard with startling accuracy in three months—only to have us finally learn to trust each other because we got invited to a magic murder mystery and then before the bubble burst i spilled the worst secret about myself that i was born because my parents murdered an entire generation and tried to Kill Her along with them and she just wouldnt die, and i told her this expecting a swift death i believed i deserved, only for her to fucking cradle me in her big butch arms and kiss me on my forehead with her soft butch mouth and just. forgive me for a shameful weight ive carried my entire life and then MAKE AN ACTUAL NECRO/CAV VOW with me despite every evil thing i have done to her……to have her tell me, in the end, bleeding and broken after putting up the most beautiful and glorious fight of her life, that she understands purpose and she understands duty and she knows loyalty more fiercely than ever now, that she knows who she is to me, that there is no her without me….to have her backed into a corner and make the ultimate sacrifice…..for me…..to recite scriptural wedding vows of eternity to me in her last wisps of soul-consciousness…..if i thought there was even a snowflake’s chance in the pyre that i could save her by turning myself into her very own locked tomb, i’d be begging ianthe tridentweirdius to crack my skull open and turn me to mush too, goddamn. i understand you harrowhark girl you don’t have to explain a thing to me. god said you couldn’t undo the lyctor’s bond bc it’d kill you. you told god and his angels that not even a lyctor’s bond could outshine the power of female spite and lesbianism and they didn’t listen. they didn’t believe you. but i heard you loud and clear and i was 17 and hormonal and hopelessly romantic not too long ago unlike those fucking dinosaurs and i’m saying it’s valid it’s what i would have done and really everyone should be thanking you for not being worse and more wretched about it, all things considered

omg happy birthday tra-guy!

WOAH can we see the skull if thats ok?? that sounds so cool (also only 20€????)

Also since it's hollow you can stick led lights in there for this sort of effect (pardon the mushy quality):

missy doesn’t understand that she’s in the wrong genre. she believes she’s in a darkly alluring gothic romance instead of an optimistic sci-fi show. in her genre, gifting your estranged ex/enemy/lover/best friend/twin flame an indestructible undead army to prove to him that your will to power is identical is the most romantic gesture imaginable. it’s victory via surrender, it’s control through abdication. all her scheming to “corrupt” him, to demonstrate that they’re the same deep down, that his sanctimonious morality is nothing but a method of keeping his own conscience clean, that’s the hannibal gene, the lestat gene (*obviously the dynamics aren’t 1-to-1 similar, but… close enough) and missy’s tragedy in death in heaven is in that, within the narrative format she’s trapped in, she can never succeed

"Get humans wet and staring into each other's eyes. Vavoom. Sorted."

We saw Aziraphale's version played out, I think we need Crowley's

Ode to a Nightingale (1819), John Keats//The Angel of Death, a sculpture of a funeral gondola, I'm Venice. Photo taken by Paolo Monti in 1951//Earth-Numb; from ‘A Citrine Glimpse’, Ted Hughes//Miguel Carbonell Selva (1854-1896), Death of Sappho, 1881 (detai)//Hamlet, William Shakespeare//Sui He//The Oresteia, Aeschylus//John Everett Millais , Ophelia (1851-2)//Crybaby, Caitlyn Siehl//Michał Elwiro Andriolli 1836-1893 (Polish), Mother, 1888

"The Water Rabbit"

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MICHELLE GOMEZ (November 23, 1966)

Please don't die. I'm here now.

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH - 2.03 The Innkeeper