the only way I'd know love is if it hit me in the face

for my oc, Odylline

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Plath // Salt in the Wound, boygenius // Daily 19 Painting, Nickie Zimov // @dreadfulhounds // Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices, Sylvia Plath // from a letter by Tennessee Williams, to Donald Windham (July, 1947) // Black Leopard, Red Wolf, Marlon James // deer at night, George Shiras (1893) /// Glepnir, Walton Ford // Myth of Innocence, Louise Glück // Father, The Front Bottoms // Ghismonda with the heart of Guiscardo (Detail), Bernardino Mei // The Red Bed, James Pryde // Oculus, Sally Wen Mao

all of my devotion turns violent

Bones and All (2022) / H.D., from collected poems: 1912-1944: “A Dead Priestess Speaks” / Hiroshima Mon Amour (1959) / ‘Neptune’ by Daughter / Thoroughbreds (2017) / Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

they're sick in the head

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10/31: Violent Devotion.

Inspired by Red Riding Hood and Bloodborne.

Happy Halloween!

Be so obsessed with me that you can't even speak in infatuation, thinking my violent and sadistic nature is sexy and also being terrified of me

October 31st: Violent Devotion // Choke-Out

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At this point, “OP is a Zionist” means “OP is a Jew who has spoken about the rampant and violent antisemitism in leftists spaces and it makes me feel icky that a kike dares to express their opinion because I’m a racist bigot, so I’ll call them a Zio and that means I can get away with being outright racist about Jews because it’s acceptable to hate ‘Zionists’- and if any other Jews call me out, I’ll just say they’re Zionists, too!”

You absolute fucking ghouls couldn’t be more transparent if you tried. You’re not allies. You’re not good people. You do not care about human rights. Your “activism” is the smokescreen you put up to hide the fact that you get off on hating Jews. Your “activism” is about nothing more than making you feel good and getting your little brownie points from other antisemites online.

We see you. We know the deal. At least the fucking Nazis had the guts to say outright that they want every Jew dead. You’re so cowardly that you have to couch it in social justice language and beat around the bush.

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Been trying to work out why internally the card deck scene felt like it did i think it's maybe. It's so primal already. like they're gonna be out there for at LEAST another year. and so part of me can't believe they're silently drawing cards to see who's going to get eaten bc how can it get any worse? While the other part of me KNOWS that it definitely is going to get worse BECAUSE THIS IS WINTER ONE OF TWO. AND THERE'S LITERALLY NO OTHER OPTION. The girlprophet who by now they all (save for nat and maybe ben) believe has some commune with the forest gods and who's image has become synonymous with things like Hope and also Food is bleeding to death upstairs cause shauna went rabid on her and it's snowing and it's been snowing and it's going to keep snowing and akilah and mari who's characters have in all of the insanity become comforting if not tragic reminders that these girls are truly just GIRLS (akilah studying for the SAT's because she'll still be a junior when they get back and mari's textbook teengirl deadpan one-liners) are so hungry they're hallucinating (akliah's rat has been dead for who knows how long and mari's seeing the walls bleed) so of course they are going to eat somebody and of course out here where the rules of their internal society bent so far they broke the night jackie slept outside and then the rules of ALL society shattered the night they ate her barbecued corpse they're going to decide who's on the chopping block by drawing straws (they're KIDS) via the card deck (no queens) one of the many talisman's of the religon they created (via girlprophet aka lottie matthews's unmedicated schizophrenia) in an effort to derive some sort of meaning from all of this because when laura lee blew up she took god with her AND ITS SO DEVASTATING. BC EVERY SINGLE THING THAT HAPPENS IN THE WILDERNESS THIS EARLY IN THE TIMELINE ALWAYS HAS THIS UNDERCURRENT OF DREAD BC THIS IS WINTER. ONE. OUT. OF. TWO.

one thing about me is i will always love love. i love love when it's perfect and from a fairytale i love love when it's toxic and fucked up. when it makes people better when it makes people worse when it changes the world for better and for worse. when the people in love are the happiest they've ever been or when they're moments away from killing themselves. when it's domestic and comfortable when it's passionate and painful. i love love in all of its forms and i hope to taste them all someday

“With bloody knuckles, you'd follow him anywhere.”

Like a Puzzle

You frowned at the 1000-piece color gradient puzzle in front of you. Fyodor had gotten it for you as a gift, but now you were cursing the man internally.

This was going to be a pain in the ass to finish.

You leaned back and let out a loud sigh, wanting attention.

"Tired?" he asked, eyes still watching the screen in front of him, reading it's contents.

"This puzzle is too hard."

Fyodor gave a quick glance at you and your progress before turning back to his screen, "You're almost done, dear. I think you just need a break."

"I think you just need a break." You mocked his words, "Yeah, well I think I need to give up." You huffed out, closing your eyes and letting your body fall back, hitting the floor roughly.

He frowned at your tone, turning his head again to you, "You're going to hurt yourself."

You hummed in response, eyes still closed. You heard his swivel chair squeak as he sat up, shoes clacking against the concrete floor. The sound got louder as he got closer, stopping once he was standing over you.

You opened your eyes and immediately squinted at him, bright fluorescent eyes blinding you, "Hi."

"Hello."

"My head hurts."

"I figured."

He offered you a hand and you took it, but alas, he was too weak. You two should have known this.

Fyodor came crashing down from the force of you trying to pull yourself up. A loud crack resonated around the room and you immediately cringed. The feeling of Fyodor's nose crashing against your teeth was not a nice one.

Blood began to drip from his nose into your mouth, the iron taste making you swallow instinctively and close your mouth in order to get rid of the taste. Fyodor mumbled out a quiet apology, weakly getting on his knees and hands, hovering over you.

From above he stared, watching his blood now drip on your neck instead. He turned his gaze to you, watching as you stared at the ceiling cringing at the sensation of the warm fluid rolling down the side of your neck.

Your gaze met his and he blinked, "Hello."

"Hi."

"My nose hurts."

"I figured."

You both smiled.

His nose continued to drip.

Oh my love

My love language is intense and violent devotion.

If anyone were to harm a hair on your head, I’d kill them.

god the inherent romance of a character on borrowed time being so in love that the moment theyre even slightly out of danger the only thing they can imagine doing is showing absolute devotion and affection to the one they love... q!cellbit really has it all