good dynamic: character who’s too deeply rooted to a fault + character who’s never been able to form roots anywhere before

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ok everyone else shut up this is the only one that matters

I had a vision. They're sister albums to me

the king picked the guy with skull shoulderpads for the court magician job, which is exciting

YELLOWJACKETS 106. Saints ➙ 303. Them's The Brakes

John Carpenter's The Room

Tommy Wiseau's The Thing

i am NOT a bite risk. do not listen to them

the way the adult yellowjackets just Can't Stop Killing really drives home the emotional impact of mari insisting to ben that they're done with all that now. jackie and javi were necessary but we didn't kill them and we're Done With That Now. and not only are they not done with it in the wilderness. but they're never going to Be done with it. they started and they can't stop. there will always be One More Person they have to kill to "protect" themselves or each other. everyone is a threat. every thread you think you've pulled out splits into three more and it all unravels from there. you wake up naked and alone and covered in blood. again. and again. and again. until the blood is yours. until you are the one in the pit (casket) with no one standing over you (eulogizing). anyhow, it's over now.

I support Hannah so much actually. I'm so proud of her for both not ratting on Mari and Nat and killing a man. It's been like three days and she's started murdering. Good for her.

perfectly preserved amber fossil of a fairy crossing her arms and pouting

In the snail-shell centre of the labyrinth, the Minotaur made his prayer.

“I can’t,” said Echidna. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. I can’t give you any protection.”

The Minotaur said nothing. Lacking anything else, he had snapped his own horn as an offering. Blood dribbled down his face and blinded him in one eye.

“I have nothing to give you,” said Echidna. “I have nothing, do you understand me? Nothing.”

Unshaking hands held up the horn. Offer. Offer.

“Stop that,” said Echidna. “You aren’t my child. I don’t owe you anything.”

Offer. Offer.

A ragged sigh cut through the gloom. Slender hands took the horn.

There was a. Sound. The horn had turned into a long strip of rag, which Echidna held up to the Minotaur’s mouth.

“Spit,” she said.

The Minotaur obeyed. She wiped the drying blood from the fur around his eye, and then wrapped the rag around his bleeding stump of horn.

“You are mine,” she said. “You are doomed. You will die and I will remember you as mine for centuries of heartache. I will remember you as I remember my Chimera’s laughter, my Hydra’s temper, and wiping tears from the eyes of my Cerberus.”

Gleaming eyes looked into his. “You’ve given me a terrible burden,” she said. “And so help me, I will carry it forever.”

The Minotaur closed his eyes and sagged with relief.

i have to defend fictional women who aren't good people because if i don't who else will

the two flavours of this feeling are "i think she is flawed and going through it and figuring her shit out and that's a very human quality that i appreciate seeing in a female character" and "i think it's good she killed and ate those people and i think it's really hot that she didn't feel bad about it because confidence is attractive"

open wound friday #openwound

you are fucking died. game oval.

finally made the venn diagram i'm sure you've all been waiting for