horror from the heart

I seriously miss my beautiful crispy boy so much! I honestly don’t know what I was expecting from Honest Hearts when I first played it, but it is still definitely one of my most favorite game DLC’s of all time!

I don’t even know how many years it’s been, but I’m still recovering from it not being canon to take him with me as a permanent companion. Graham, how could you hurt me?? D: 

(Had to reupload. Something went wrong last time.)

Vanitas would try to make scary neutral faces, but he has Sora’s face so he’d look more like a sad puppy, honestly.

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“A cult film, also commonly referred to as a cult classic, is a film that has acquired a cult following. Cult films are known for their dedicated, passionate fanbase, an elaborate subculture that engage in repeated viewings, quoting dialogue, and audience participation." 

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Pairing: You x Yoongi

Genre: Fluff, angst, high school au, deliquent au

Warning: Language

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Status: Finished  1 2 3 [Smut]

You always had a rule. To stay away from delinquents, be a good student, and survive until graduation. You knew that this school’s delinquents are really violent, and will not hesitate to punch you if you simply looked at them. It was ridiculous, so you kept your distance and your eyes onto the ground. You had a silly fear of delinquents, especially that man, Min Yoongi. You had bumped into him a few times, and the encounters were not exactly…pleasant.

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Come join us for a ghoulish good time!

Prompts are just here to get you going. Don’t feel too constrained – let your extra tentacley inspo grow where it wants. Also if you want to take the seven day challenge and fill for each day, we’ll make you an ugly reward graphic and give you a sweet highfive lmao.

Please check us out for more information about IwaOi Horror Week! 

DAY 1: GIFTS FROM THE HEART (AND OTHER PLACES)
fingers / eyes / back / loops of gut / a map of veins / tongue / sinew / heart

DAY 2: OFFICIAL ART
vampire vs zombie / demon vs knight / three meat cleavers vs two hands ???

DAY 3: A ROMANTIC DINNER FOR TWO
blood drinking / love bites / raw / eating a merm as sushi is probably romantic right / chest cavity / ribs / gnawing / claws / marrow / teeth / teeth / more teeth probably

DAY 4: SOMEONE WILL DIE! OF FUN!!
[x] in the [y] with [z] / a murder mystery / blunt force vs sharp edge vs ??? / a disappearance / shadows in the doorway / the unknown  / x-files theme playing in the background

DAY 5: TALENT IS SOMETHING YOU MAKE BLOOM
plants / thorns / tentacles / growths / festering / corruption / too many limbs / maybe not enough limbs

DAY 6: THE KING AND THE DARK HORSE
sacrifice / rituals / succubus / possession / a shadow self / a haunting / witches / ghouls / the thing that lives under your bed / the thing that lives in the dark water / the thing that lives

DAY 7: MAKE YOUR OWN MESS
the free-for-all day! mix and match any of the prompts or just. idk. build your own beautiful kafkaesque existential nightmare for iwaoi date night.

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“Yes, the past over. I thank God for everything that was received - and will live memories that no one I can not take. How I became older, but I feel the mother country, and suffered as a child and his love my homeland, despite all the horrors now … You know that you can not lift LOVE FROM MY HEART, and Russia, too …” - Empress Alexandra Feodorovna (1872-1918), the spouse of Nicholas II, the last Emperor of the Russian Empire.

Remember that beautiful text Oscar Isaac wrote for “Neue Journal” back in 2015.

Several years ago, I did a movie with William Hurt. I was just was so curious, and blown away by him and his mind. Right before action, he would say to himself, “I’m going to die.” It’s an amazing tool to remind yourself of your mortality. It destroys tension, and puts you in touch with your humanness and how small you are. No matter what context you’re in, you don’t have to be, and can’t be, more than you really are.

Ever since I was little, I’ve been in a constant state of existential anxiety, it’s been a little bit of a preoccupation, and I’m sure I’m not alone. I think that’s probably the state of humans—an utter and palpable feeling of isolation—and that’s why we need to make things. Something happens when this switch gets turned on, and I realize, “Oh my gosh, we’re completely alone.” And that is what I try to tap into. I think that’s probably at the heart of why I like doing this so much. It’s a direct outlet for that anxiety, and through being other people and finding an engine of expression, there’s a feeling of immortality. I get to live all of these lives.

In character, there’s the artisanal aspect that’s interesting, but then there’s the more shamanistic elements, the ritual that is performed, with an audience in the hopes of bridging a spiritual plane. And I try to locate the spiritual plane. I’m obsessed with the idea that when people are really connected to a performance, it’s when the audience and the performer are breathing at the same time. A very pack-animal thing happens. Everyone’s breathing together, they become ‘in’ the same moment together. In a live room, it’s incredible, but with film, you can breathe with someone who’s long dead, but you find yourself moving together at the same rhythm. That’s communicating with the dead.

I believe very strongly in acting as an expressive art, not a communicative one. It’s more akin to abstract painting. When it becomes literal it dies. Because the camera only sees, it doesn’t dictate anything. The audience wants to experience someone seeing and feeling, not judging, not being ahead of it, just expressing their humanity, regardless of what the role is. There is a bit of subversion that has to happen as well, that’s when you connect back to the idea, “I’m going to die.” It’s fucking serious. I’m going to die. I can’t pretend that what’s happening in the room has happened before—it can only be about the present moment, regardless of how it unfolds. But all those things have to be unconscious and it all has to come to a head. And through that crisis, you can give voice to a particular life.

I recently was watching police brutality videos online. It would enrage me so much. My heart pounded from the horror of watching people abuse their power. I put myself there and tried to imagine being the victim or the aggressor. To imagine myself as the cop enraged me all the more, because there was a sadness about it; because you saw that he was all pumped up and the adrenaline was shooting through him, and he was scared—you try to imagine why he became a cop or why certain people become who they become, and how things change both over time and in a second.

We have selective empathy. All people have that. You can empathize with one thing, and then decide that this person does not deserve that. Of course, you know forgiveness is a funny thing. Forgiveness would mean that you still have to recognize their humanity, regardless of their actions or what crimes they commit. Beyond their cruelty, they’re just as isolated as you are. I guess they also have to forgive themselves. They make a construct where they’re not guilty, which is probably their way of survival. It’s a justification. I saturate myself with these things, and they get filtered into my work somehow, particularly the idea of abuse. I think that comes out in Ex Machina. Unconsciously.

The illusiveness of it is everything. As animals, we’re hardwired to respond to change. Any shift in environment, anything that you’re seeing, it electrifies you. In characters I try to find the mystery or the duality. There are always two things happening. One is who they’re trying to present, and two is who they can’t help but be. And those two things are constantly battling each other. And when one comes out, the other one comes out more, and that gives us a sense of, “We don’t know exactly who this person is or what they want.” You’re seeing these changes happening—it’s like meeting a new person. And that makes you pay attention. It lets you get lost in someone.

Sometimes all the work you put in, all the inspiration, all the meditations— all this melts away for a moment, and it really is like an elevated state of being for a second. It actually feels like a deeper version of myself. In those little moments, it’s such a spiritual thing. It’s worth all the work and the humiliation. With this work, although there is little chance of any physical danger, the possibility for psychological danger is high. You’re putting yourself into the arena and trying to allow your unconscious to speak to the world, and it’s a very weird thing to do, so the possibility for humiliation and psychological damage is worth it for the exhilarating moments of grace that happen when you’re surfing your own unconscious reality.

July 20, 2015.

Photo by Brigitte Lacombe.

A Day With You (Poly!hamilsquad x Reader)

A/N: Hello Lovely Wonderfuls! Here is a fluffy fluff polyhamilsquad x reader for you! This was a joy to write so I hope you all like it as much as I do! @mettatonlover858 I really hope you like this! If you would like more or a rewrite, please let me know! As always I wish all of you the loveliest of days, and I’m sending lots of hugs to whoever is reading this! (By the way if you haven’t seen Forgetting Sarah Marshall, you totally should and the songs in this story are really sweet in case you wanted to check them out, and the version of Sea of Love I mentioned is by Cat Power, just in case you wanted to know ;) )


Request: Can I just ask for a fluffy morning/day with the polyhamilsquad x reader? Just a bunch of cuddling and kissing and maybe a tickle fight just fluffy stuff whatever you can think of



You woke up lazily, late Saturday morning tangled up between John and Laf. You smiled with eyes still closed and nuzzled Lafs neck, while rubbing Johns leg with your own. Laf rubs your side lightly, kissing the top of your head.


“Mmm, good morning, mon ange.”


“Good morning it is,” John says from behind you.


He nuzzles the back of your neck, making you giggle, and places soft kisses on your shoulder. You turn to give him a proper kiss, which he takes gratefully, lightly caressing your chin and stealing one extra before pulling away.


“Me too, mon ange,” Laf pouts.

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Well, That Was Unexpected

A Wattpad request! I do not own any of the Avengers. They belong to Marvel. 

Warnings: Angst. Fluff

Pairings: Tony Stark x fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner

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Tony watched you training with Natasha. You moved with a supernatural grace that captured the billionaire’s attention. You were a trained assassin, like Natasha and Clint, but you were different. You had basically appeared out of nowhere with a skill set all your own, but you had wanted to learn more. There were times when you could completely naive, but it was endearing. Especially to Tony.

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