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it's so sad that the innies think the outies have all this life and freedom that has been denied to them and meanwhile mark is a depressed alcoholic who lives only in dim lighting, helena cuts eggs in pieces so small the fork shouldn't be able to lift them to her mouth, dylan and gretchen's marriage is desintegrating, all irving has is black coffee and black paint and the black hole of vengeance that wants to swallow him whole... it's just so fucking sad they have the physical means to reach for and grasp all the happiness denied to the innies and they still can't. they're too damaged to. they've drawn a chalk circle of hell around themselves and they never step out of it. the innies' lust for life is the only thing that will help them break the cycle. we can't, we can't, i'm ready, we can't, i'm ready, i'm ready, i'm ready.

this completes the capitalism critique tbh. growing up you have no autonomy, and you yearn for the freedom capitalism promises you- with your own money, you can make your own life! and then you’re an adult, and you are a slave to the system until you die- too chained to responsibility, or too tired after working, or too damaged from normalized violence, to truly enjoy adult life. freedom is an illusion, a promise that will never be delivered

the characters are damaged by the system- it took marks wife, it wore down dylan, it isolated and traumatized irv, it constricted helena. until they could be shaped to be what the system wanted them to be

the innies are an expression of the human urge to love and create and explore and live that is denied to us over and over- until the system breaks us or we realize we’re never truly getting that opportunity. that they were always lying to us

BRIENNE OF MAMMALIANS NURTUABLE

big fan of gwendoline christie knocking the absolute shit out of men all bloodied and all that. keep doing that sweetheart you look hot as hell

Mother of porgs (if ykyk), mother of outcasts, and now mother of goats. She knocks the shit outta men looking hot as hell, but i think it should happen more often♥️

Just me?

ignore your responsibilites and fantasize about older women

okay i have no words but holy shit she looks amazing

omg omg omg OMG OMG CAN'T BREATHE

CAN'T BREATHE

The loose plait, the bow, the long pearls, her precious face??!!! I am rendered silent

We have always existed, and we always will.

Happy Valentines! Whether you enjoy this commercial holiday or not, do/buy something nice for yourself! Larissa would want you to ;)

I suppose this is a more joyful part/addition to my story All The Time

Platonic Larissa Weems x StudentReader ~3.1k words

You knew of nobody who felt the same.

Nobody who recognized, no-

revelled in the beauty of women as they aged, as the depths of their emotion became more evident in their skin, as they formed crows feet, as they became wiser;

as they lived.

Bringing back lonely Larissa

♡ Valentine's day is right around the corner ♡

➔ Give your love, friend, or enemy a Gwen card!

(Sorry if anyone has already posted similar, I haven't seen any recently)

Forgot about these, bringing them back😂

they make Gwendoline Christie look sexy and act strange and terrifying and I am right there for it. love my ladies tall beautiful and outright disturbing

Her fucking smile!!! I can't!!😍

So baby 😭

Merry Christmas to those who celebrate!

I meant to post this earlier, but in like fashion, it is late.

Summary⇢ Victorian Era, Christmas time

Cassandra is an artist, lonely and due to be married. Yet, she finds herself longing for the one and only Jane Murdstone, the sister of a man she despises. ~6.8 k words

This story goes along with the song 'Go Home' by Julien Baker

Warnings ⇢ alcohol consumption, mention of self harm, sexual assault and abuse

All rights reserved. This is a draft or excerpt of a larger project.