color me stoked

teabag prints by thereisnothere 𖧷

while i'm thinking about intimacy and violence and the ways they intersect there's something so compelling to me about allowing someone to hurt you. seeing someone consumed by their rage and pain so completely that it's burning them up from the inside out and saying you need to set this loose before it destroys you. you need to let it out. so give it to me. i can take it. take it out on me. i'm giving you permission. i want you to hit me as hard as you can, for as long as it takes for you need to. the way it blurs the lines between who is the victim and who is the perpetrator. who is in control and who is bowing to whose power and authority. who is truly dependent on whom.

Jacob Elordi in "Saltburn"

monster that doesn’t know that it’s a monster because it’s never seen its own reflection, doesn’t understand why it’s feared. lonely creature only trying to love and be loved but it’s clumsy and doesn’t realize its power, doesn’t know it’s different. why don’t you love me. why are you scared of me. i’m just like you

Oh, NOW I understand why gays love monsters so much

Hell Bent quotes that haunt me day and night and make me go batshit insane crawling up the walls

I need that third book so badly.

i love when a character is a ghost but in a tragic way instead of a scary way. i love when a character has been dead from the beginning but is still holding on to stay in the narrative. i love when a character could choose to resent the living but ends up loving them instead. i love when a character drives the story but isn’t quite there enough to be at the center of it. i love when the ghosts are the protectors instead of the ones causing the harm. i love when a character is at the heart of the story because depending on where you began it, no matter how you told it, the story is about the ghost who struggled to keep their humanity

Richard Siken, “You Are Jeff” | Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch | R.F. Kuang, Babel: An Arcane History | Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story | Benjamin Alire Saénz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe | Maggie Stievater, Call Down the Hawk | Olivie Blake, The Atlas Paradox

the vocabulary of loss is the dictionary

Frank Paton - Witness my Act and Deed (1882)

always remember the Final Girl Code:

- do it alone

- do it scared

- do it with a knife in your hand if you have to

the sluttiest thing a man can do is be good at performing shakespeare

Clue (1985) dir. Jonathan Lynn

I should be allowed into every museum's archives actually

reblog if you agree

The duality of "If you even imply that being aro or ace condemns someone to a sad and lonely life I will fucking fight you"

and

"being aro and ace is the most isolating thing I will ever experience"

i think the tags are important

“humans don’t do anything for free” somewhere out there there is a guy who spent days if not weeks of his life cataloguing every stupid thing you can do on stardew valley so that you can minmax the fuck out of growing potatoes on a pixel grid for quite literally no reason but that it might help someone else

Harrowhark Book One vs Harrowhark Book Two

Remember when we thought she had her shit together?

mary shelley writing about a monster rejected and abandoned by its creator and dedicating it to her own father i need to smoke a blunt with her i need to give her head

we all know and love dog coded characters but what about their cousin, falcon coded characters. characters whose loyalty is fierce, but more distant, less physically affectionate, an unspoken but mutually understood bond. whose devotion to you is a language that only the two of you understand. whose fearsome appearance never lets you forget the privilege you hold in having earned that devotion. who require careful handling and patience to bond with, so you don't slip and cut yourself on their sharp edges. whose trust is given after you place yours in them, not before. whose dependence on you is less apparent but no less real. whose power is only equal to their fragility. who can easily leave your side, but will always return when you hold out your hand and call them home.