Perseus

he looks like he's about to hit me with the "hello jon, apologies for the deception-"

okay but "the symbolism is Real and Trying to Kill You" is my favorite kind of symbolism

like yeah the monster is a representation of your unresolved trauma and guilt and a manifestation of the sins of your past but it's also a real creature and it's going to fucking Get you

spooky reminder that i made a VR map of the Magnus Institute you can go explore on vrchat. Its interactable. Its unhinged. its buggy. its full off references. dont take it too seriously.

Event Horizon 5th Dimesnion Donato Giancola

So sick of this overly negative meme that shows up every single fucking month so made my own version.

thank you lgbt people who are into horror

thank you lgbt people who creates the horror

thank you lgbt people who are the horror

on the subject of gnc jon dressing kind of like a grandma when he’s going for comfort, do you ever think he walks into the institute one day wearing an outfit that could have belonged to gertrude once and elias’s heart stops for a full ass second until he registers who it is

Elias:

#I WAS A FOOL TO THINK SHE’D STAY DEAD#Jon in his rough Jon voice: ghrrghhgghrf where is that statement#Elias: oh. okay. okay. I’m not dying today 

(( tags via @trifoyle​ ))

elias Sees an archivist with a gray haired bun, a big old sweater, and a floor length skirt enter the building and tosses his eyes into the nearest portrait so fast his elias body blacks out at his desk but it was just jon

Made a comic counterpart because the concept of this happening is REALLY fucking funny to me

[ID for first reblog: A screenshot of a desktop file, a grainy photo of someone grinning panickedly with wide eyes. It is named “fear” /end ID]

[ID for third reblog: An edited version of the “no fear/one fear” meme comic. Someone stands wearing a T-shirt reading “15 fears.” The comic zooms in on the shirt, which now reads “Gertrude Robinson.” When it zooms out, the shirt reads, “16 fears.” /end ID]

[ID for fifth reblog: An eight-panel stylized digital comic of Jon and Elias from TMA, done in sketch-style black lineart on a white background.

1. A drawing of Jon. He is Pakistani and has his hair in a bun. He wears earrings, glasses, a shawl, and a long-sleeved shirt. He holds a book titled “scary shit” and says “Hmm.” An arrow pointing to him reads “Jon”

2. Elias sits in his office and looks at the doorway behind him, where Jon’s back is visible. Elias looks surprised.

3. The comic zooms into Jon’s back. He seems to glow against the gray background. Large red text reads “Gurtrude Robinson” with emphasis lines. There are also drawings of red eye symbols around Jon.

4. Elias is now shaking and sweating, panicked. He says, “Here?? Now??”

5. The panel shows three versions of Elias in distress. In one, he sweats and smooths his hair anxiously. In another, he is bent over on hands and knees on the ground. Another is a closeup of his sweating face. There are red eye symbols around him and red text over all the doodles reads, “I was a fool to think she’d stay dead”

6. A closeup on a pair of eyes, wide open in shock with emphasis lines around them.

7. The comic returns to the room Jon is in. A painting on the wall with emphasis lines around it looks at him with red, wide eyes. Jon holds papers and mutters, saying “where is that statement”

8. Elias collapses on his desk, sweaty and relieved. Text next to him reads *coming to.* The eye symbols around him are black again and he says, “Oh thank god it was just Jon I’m not dying today”

/end ID]

YOUNG WOMAN - Actually, detective, I'm a woman.

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - She says it so insistently, as if arguing with you. You may have upset her.

COMPOSURE [Formidable: Failure] - You feel a pit in your stomach. You did something wrong, but you don't know what.

LOGIC [Trivial: Success] - Her way of dressing, the feminine name, yet deep voice - it should have been clear to you sooner. She's transgender.

ESPIRIT DE CORPS [Formidable: Success] - Almost imperceptible, the lieutenant anxiously twitches his eyebrow.

DAMAGED MORALE - 1

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Trivial: Success] - A transgender person is someone who does not identify with the gender they were assigned at birth. Oftentimes they will dress conforming to their desired gender roles, change their names, and seek medical intervention to, "transition."

RHETORIC [Medium: Success] - Just as Mazov dared to challenge the established order of capitalism, so too do others challenge the order of things such as sex and gender.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Trivial: Success] - IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE WE'VE FELT THE TOUCH OF A WOMAN. WHO CARES IF SHE USED TO BE A MAN? HAVE SEX WITH HER NOW! ITS WHAT A REAL MAN WOULD DO!

EMPATHY - [Trivial: Success] - Don't do that. It's clear now, you upset her for accidentally calling her a man. Just apologize.

COMPOSURE [Medium: Failure] - Profusely.

ESPIRIT DE CORPS [Medium: Success] - It's important to be a good ally.

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - Make a real show of it, sire!

CHECK FAILURE

YOU - You try and come up with the words to convey your apology to the young woman, but you come up blank. It's hard to fit, "transgender" into iambic pentameter, as it turns out.

DRAMA - I'm sorry, sire. I have failed you.

KIM KITSURAGI - "Detective? You've been standing there for a whole minute. Are you okay?"

ESPIRIT DE CORPS - Shit, the lieutenant is onto us. We have to say something soon, or we could lose him.

COMPOSURE [Trivial: Success] - Don't worry, we can still salvage this. Anyone have any ideas?

VOLITION [Heroic: Failure] - Let me handle this.

You - "I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry. I'm such a fucking failure. Do you want me to kill myself?"

girls with no car on grocery day

girls with no car on grocery day when they get a ride from a friend

— Sylvia Plath

i love my therapist but i hate being in therapy. 10 minutes before my appointment, i'm in a meeting with my boss - we discuss my artistic choices; my boss recommends i artistically choose less. 10 minutes after therapy, i wash my hair and think about everything that was said, and then i have to switch it off, like a lamp, and go back to work again.

i was on a walk the other day and someone had the perfect combination of his cologne and whatever-else. it was almost exactly his scent. i fucking hate that. after all these years, i remember that? i tell my therapist - i feel like a fucking wolf. try telling a middle-aged blonde lady. oh i scented him on the air. i'm 30, and i'm having a panic attack over something that would be a plotline in the omegaverse.

what they don't tell you about mental illness is that if you are lucky enough to survive it into adulthood; it becomes a weird slice of your life. because you do, eventually, have to build a life. i realized in a panic somewhere around 22 - oh. i don't know what i'm fucking doing, because i always assumed i'd just go ahead and die. i didn't die, and i'm grateful for that, and i'm very happy about that choice. but it does mean that i am an adult in an apartment, living with my conditions side-by-side like. oh, that's my roommate, adhd. ignore the glass, bytheway, that's ocd.

so you pick your stupid life up by the scruff of the neck and you're, like glad for it (so much laughter and light and friends you would have never thought possible, when you were in the worst of it). but it feels so strange to be dancing around these odd little microcosms, these patchwork moments of your symptoms. if you have a panic attack at night, you still need to wake up and walk the dog in the morning. if your depression is making everything boring, well, you don't have any sick days left, and a job's not really supposed to be that exciting anyway. your ocd tears out each individual leg hair, and then, an hour later, you sigh, patch up the bloody bits, and go get dinner with friends. and the life is kitten-quiet, mewling and pathetic, but it's also like - it's yours, so you're fond of it.

and it's like - you're real. so you still enjoy pushing the shopping cart really fast and then riding on the back of it down an empty aisle. and you're not, like, so sick anymore that when you accidentally drop a mug you burst into tears (except for the days you do that. which are bad). and no, you're not allowed around certain items anymore. oops! but you've learned to be good about brushing your teeth most days of the week. and yeah sometimes in the middle of the day you have a little freak-out about how fucking unfair it all is, how fucking hard, how other people can just do this without having to fucking hurt the whole time. and then you sigh and force yourself to sit down and fucking journal about it so you can tell the nice middle-aged blonde woman yeah i had a hard day but i practiced grounding. you still sometimes want to burst out of your own skin, but you force yourself to eat kind-of healthy and to take your vitamins. you let yourself chop off all your hair in the sink in a dramatic poetry of control and relief - and you also have developed good hobbies that help you move your body more frequently. you feel helplessly behind, lost in the shuffle - but you also practice gratitude, taking stock of what you have garnered. because you're trying. even if you're never gonna be normal, you have something... close enough.

and the little kitten of your life, this mangy, starlit tigercub, this thing you expected to rot so young: in your arms, it turns itself over, belly-up. exposing this new soft part, all the organs and guts. like it's saying i trust you now. you won't give me up.

Totally normal TMA fanart here… nothing at all weird about this one…

Opportunities in life come up like side quests in video games. You can choose to interact with these things, NPCs, and situations. They may or may not present a new chapter in your adventure.