making teeth itch

Horror hunger is such a good trope and I really think it’s my absolute favourite thing. As a feeling it’s difficult to depict but there’re so many subtle flavours of it, just-

Hunger that makes thinking feel like fumbling your way through thick, white fog, shot through with crimson clear bolts of intense, crackling need that you can only follow and cling too in the hopes that it’ll bring you back to yourself when it’s sated. It will- eventually. Though you might not like what you find

Hunger that is insidious and soaks into your thoughts like rot, changing how you see yourself and other people so slowly you’re not aware of it at all. Years down the line you don’t remember who you used to be or what that person used to want other than to eat

Hunger that just sits in your belly like an incorporeal, sleeping beast. No matter what or who or how much you eat, how well you manage to fill your stomach, you can still feel it there, undiminished and unaffected

Hunger that sharpens rather than lessens as you feed it, becoming more and more urgent until it reaches a blinding fever pitch that only doing serious injury to yourself will snap you out of

Hunger that makes your teeth and nails itch, makes your stomach snarl and your jaw restless, makes your throat ache for want of swallowing

Hunger that doesn’t send you out of control like an animal but functions like an addiction. You might put off feeding it and let the need accumulate and intensify for weeks because that will make the pleasure of feeding that much sweeter, that much more poignant 

Just. All the varieties of horror hunger

anonymous asked:

Do you ever feel like the norse gods are sometimes.. over sexualized? It's amazing how open and even genderfluid they are but it can feel like that's such a huge focus when they are so much more than that

I don’t think the pantheon as whole is over-sexualised, but that the sexualisation isn’t distributed very well, if that makes sense? The Norse gods were VERY sexual (re: Frey’s statues and veneration rites, Freyja “jewelry shopping”, Loki being a general deviant into CBT, Odin’s island holidays, etc.), but modern standards/values are sometimes projected onto them and the nuances/ties to the land and population urgency are lost. 

I also think a lot of wish fulfillment/loneliness gets projected and the gods become more like entities to live vicariously through or avatars to take a shame-load off. Or they’ll become mascots instead of champions for a cause, and again the nuance is lost. It also alienates people who may not be on the part of the spectrum that desires/enjoys sexual things, but have still found a resonance with the pantheon. I personally don’t mind the dirty jokes and raunchiness, but I can see how it can be off-putting in large amounts. Especially to a newcomer.

“Loki is queer and poly and—” 
And has some problematic sections of lore that could be addressed to create a dialogue about assault, sexual taboos, etc.

“Loki and I have 30 children and a mortgage in the astral plane, I beat Angrboða’s record!”
You know what happens to Loki’s children, right?Right?
**This isn’t to say there aren’t different kinds of godspousery, or that there aren’t some awesome spouses out there. But anyone who dismisses Loki’s wives (especially Sigyn) or fancies themselves their equal or acts like PTSD can be fucked away really make my teeth itch.

“Freyja is like Aphro–”

“Odin had a harem…”
Yea, well, brojangles, Jesus, Mary and Broseph, I hate to break it to you. But you’re using that word wrong and Odin is a god, not an internet creep in a fedora and dirty t-shirt. 


P.S. Can we all as artists agree to put everyone in skimpy armour and not just people with breasts? 

Sanctuary Roleplay Prompts
  • “Never let it be said that I don’t know how to show someone a good time.”
  • “If anyone needs me, I’ll be coughing up blood.”
  • “Which part of ‘I am a genius’ aren’t you getting?”
  • “If we don’t leave now, things are going to get rather bullet-ridden.”
  • “Stop doting on me. It makes my teeth itch.”
  • “What if he’s posing as the king of a lost mountain tribe and he wants me for his queen?!”
  • “I’m just going to jump off this cliff and hope that I sprout wings.”
  • “What’s a faked death among friends?”
  • “You were my favorite…until you killed me, which - as you may have guessed - left me with some emotional scars.”
  • “I’ve got wood!”
  • “Have you had a chance to check out my nubbins?”
  • “We’re about to see the ninth wonder of the ancient world, and I didn’t even bring a camera.”
  • “I love you. Remember that always.”
  • “You haven’t even touched on me getting wild yet.”
  • “I brought you here for two reasons - Because only you can help me finish what I’m working on and because I love you.”
  • “Thanks for taking off your pants.”
  • “I only get one set of days. I think you need to appreciate what it means if I give them all to you.”
  • “If you’re going to help, do try to remain sober.”
  • “Ugh… What the hell did they shoot us with, a hangover gun?”
  • “What is it about you and me and dark, narrow corridors?”
  • “Is that your real name, or just the one we’ll put on your headstone?”
  • “Is that a revolver under your bustle, or are you just happy to see me?”
  • “You know, you might want to spend a little less time with Jack the Ripper. It’s affecting your manners somewhat.”
Sanctuary Sentence Meme - Season 2 Edition
  • “Hello beastie.”
  • “Desperate was last month.”
  • “Young love is so heartbreaking to observe.”
  • “If you’re going to help, do try to remain sober.”
  • “Alcohol doesn’t affect me, though since you showed up, God I wish it did.”
  • “Consider it payment for averting a global crisis.”
  • “Get used to sitting more.”
  • “Makes me sleepy just looking at it.”
  • “Is that your real name or just the one we’ll put on your headstone?”
  • “This place is as backwards as Oxford before the war.”
  • “The reason I’m asking is because I don’t know the answer, and I’m me.”
  • “I’ll be here working. Trying to save the world. Single handedly. Again.”
  • “We learn more from failure than from success. Or so I’ve heard.”
  • “The others may question your choices your beliefs. I don’t.”
  • “Once we let go of who we are, what we believe to be true, who the hell are we for God’s sake?”
  • “I’ve always held that despite how complex this world is, compromise is for the weak.”
  • “I’m not British. All that tally-ho crap doesn’t work on me.
  • “Stop doting on me. It makes my teeth itch.”
  • “Never stop doing that, being honest with me.”
  • “I need to know, are you searching for closure.. or a miracle?”
  • “You’ll never be without me”
  • “I know that you will always love me.. no matter what.”
  • “If anyone needs me, I’ll be coughing up blood.”
  • “That doesn’t bode well for our ‘we’re not super villians’ case.”
  • “Try to avoid the topic of total global domination.”
  • “Proper etiquette would be to offer your name in return.”
  • “This is all a very bad idea, which means you really must be you”
  • “That’s amazing.. in like a total geeky kind of way.”
  • “I knew your freaky eyeballs would come up with something.”
  • “You already knocked me out once today. One per day, that’s your limit.”
  • “If you ever do that to me again, I will shoot you myself, you got it?”
  • “You’re crazy you know that? You’re absolutely, certifiably insane.”
  • “It’s hard, isn’t it? Finding someone worth a damn.”
  • “If I wanted to watch fat guys running around, I’d watch reality TV”
  • “San Diego Comic Con? That’s the mission of utmost importance?”
  • “Which part of ‘I’m a genius’ aren’t you getting?”
  • “Yeah, well, life’s a bitch and then you don’t die.”
  • “They may be rich, spoiled, insolent children, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t save them.”
  • “That’s a terrible sales pitch.”
  • “Well this is the last time I come to your rescue!”
  • “It’s a shame you brought the children.”
  • “Forgive me, it’s just my soul crushing depression talking.”
  • “You see how this puts a crimp in my plans for world domination? Not to say I won’t keep trying.”
  • “Celine Dion should start singing about now.”
  • “Dude, it’s a weapon, not a woman.”
  • “Why is it whenever you talk all I hear is ‘blah blah blah blah’?”
  • “I am who I am. It’s high time you did something about it.”
  • “No offense, but you guys have got a seriously messed up relationship.”
  • “Where’s the disembodied voice saying ‘Chill out, help’s coming’?”
  • “Oh bite me.”
  • “If I thought it would be popular, I wouldn’t have kept it secret.”
Spindle, Spire - [42]

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The factory’s weird, a series of low square rooms done up in darkness and the spreading smell of things gone to rot.  Four steps in Marceline puts her foot through the floor.  She drags it out again to see a colony of fat white grubs clustered on her shoe.  She shakes them off and hikes her feet right up to float.  Lump conserving energy, geez, who even cares?

They go deeper.  They pass offices, pulpy desks and pulpier corpses.  There’s another breakroom but it’s a scummy pond, mostly, and the cabinets fell off the walls long ago and rest in the water now like bloated wooden alligators with rusty hinges for teeth.  Marceline strains all her senses into the silence.  She’s expecting zombies or worse—another huge corpse-centipede wannabe thing.  Water drips.  Bugs squirm in the floors, in the walls.  They stir a spider as big as a basketball from beneath a collapsed tier of mailboxes and it squeaks at them during its retreat, actually squeaks.  But it doesn’t chase them.  Try to hurt them.  Marceline appreciates the heck out of that.

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White America and The Opinions Of Black Celebrities: Part 2,651

I was sitting in a restaurant when I heard it. A restaurant much like any other restaurant that is acutely aware of its pretentiousness. Just imagine a place where all the patrons drink Fernet Branca, quote Jaden Smith unironically, and wear sunglasses regardless of the time of day or them being inside an actual, y'know, establishment with it’s own lighting. Busy as I was by being so deeply committed to this douche-esque thoughtful critique of my environment while simultaneously glided over the implications of my character by willingly being there when it happened.

“I mean *jowl assisted chuckle* how can he say that with his millions and millions of dollars. I don’t see him going to the inner city to help any of these people he’s talking about. Just shut up and stick to football, you know.”

It doesn’t take a morphine-addicted Sherlock Holmes to deduce that he was talking about San Francisco 49ers quarterback Colin Kaepernick. Who famously remained seated during last Friday’s Star-Spangled Banner number before a preseason game. He clarified his actions by saying “I am not going to stand up to show pride in a flag for a country that oppresses black people and people of color. … There are bodies in the street and people getting paid leave and getting away with murder.” A sentiment that I wholly endorse, which in turn makes my resentment of Blake McDoucheface IV (I’m sure it’s not far from his real name.)

Much like the luggage of anyone who’s prepared a bug-out bag in case Trump is elected, there’s a lot to unpack here. I’m doing this by way of writing while stewing and replaying that statement over and over in my head. As potentially ignorant as it may sound, I didn’t have to turn around to confirm the skin complexion of the person who made a comment so stupid they must’ve brought it second hand from the trunk of Johnny Depp’s assistant. Nor did I have to have any particular insight into who they are to know that they’re probably the type to insist, laboriously, that GamerGate was about “ethics in video game journalism” or some other vinegar-based horseshit instead of a poorly-acted charade to assault people who have the gall to possess an actual vagina. So, I’m writing this in the interest of expediency and my own personal decompression.(Very counter productive for me if some random brochella jerk were to catch these hands like the Zika Virus.) So lets’s pick this stale ass turkey apart piece by piece:

  • If the basic movement of your mouth and jaw is wholly dependent on the rolls of fat you have stored there like newspapers on A&E’s Hoarders, then maybe you shouldn’t be so critical of someone exercising their, peaceful yet deafening, freedom of expression. After all, you’ve expressed your, peaceful yet deafening, freedom to abstain from having a neck that doesn’t look like a belly in it’s third-trimester of pregnancy with ballpark franks.
  • Where on the conventional metric of financial success does someone lose the right to speak about injustice? Is it somewhere between “I Shop At Whole Foods” and “Yes, I Do Own A Bidet. Why Do You Ask?”. I really want to know, because the subtext in someone contending that his millions somehow makes him immune/oblivious to structural racism is dumber than the entire concept of ass to mouth. One could argue that, because of his status and the large platform by which he has to speak, he has a moral obligation to call out breaches of integrity concerning law enforcement. Especially in regards to people who live in communities so unfairly targeted that the frickin’ Department of Justice basically had to step in and stop cops from treating Baltimore citizens like dark-skinned black men treat women in Tyler Perry movies. No one would be talking about Colin Kaepernick, the Ikea Sales Associate. No one would give a roasted fuck if Colin Kaepernick, Google Fiber Representative, said this in between annoyingly enthusiastic sales pitches for faster-than-ever Internet. Say what you will about the societal implications, but his fame and fortune grant him a bigger voice than the rest of us.
  • We all know that when someone uses the term “inner city” and “these people,” what they’re actually referring to is niggers and nigger babies. Just once, I would love to hear a white person refer to a group of black and brown children as “nigger babies.” I wouldn’t even be upset. I’d just breathe a prolonged sigh of relief that someone finally decided to be honest instead of burying their dog whistle racism under dulcet tones of condescension and white guilt. Also, I think people forget how real change is affected. Just throwing money at a situation does nothing to remedy the actual problem of economic disenfranchisement, institutional and systemic racism prevalent in both state and federal levels of government, and the fact that most people of color simply inhabit a different space than their white counterparts. This is why you don’t just keep throwing ACE bandages at the women in battered womens shelters after giving them all 30-second pep talks. It’s why you don’t expect the drug flow within challenged communities to stop once you’ve arrested the dude that does all of his deals in the bathroom of the Arby’s on Peachtree. You identify and strategize against the root of the problem. That problem being how some Americans can confuse patriotism with jingoism and simultaneously ignoring the struggles of their fellow countrymen with such ease you’d think all of black America was Bruce Willis in The Sixth Sense.
  • “Just stick to football.” This is the most egregious of all, at least to me. If this were the only sentiment the gentleman had expressed that I overheard, it would have been enough for me to transform into some kind of Black Rage Hulk. Rampaging throughout the streets of Atlanta while reciting excerpts from every Ta-Nehisi Coates article I’ve ever read. This implies that a black celebrity’s only value is that by which they’ve achieved fame. That they are stripped of all thought, intellectual or otherwise, agency, and capacity to grasp issues larger than themselves. Essentially, that we are all nothing but vessels from which you derive your entertainment. This is evident every time a Black celebrity expresses an opinion formulated through observation and simple deductive reasoning. We are more than just repositories for catchy pop culture phrases and ephemeral dance crazes. The fact that we keep asserting asserting as much is guaranteed to ruffle the feathers of White America more than Michelle Obama speaking common facts by saying that slaves built the White House.

I suppose that maybe these four cups of coffee, glass of Buffalo Trace Bourbon neat, and the most delightful cucumber tea sandwich I’ve ever had has made me more than a touch sensitive. Maybe I’m just reacting to this poor fellow’s statement from a place of indignation that’s only heated by the small proximity I have from when I initially heard the news. That is also a possibility. But, chances are, I’m not overly sensitive nor too caught within the moment to see a situation for what it clearly is: A large number of people saying that the flag is the quintessential representation of what it means to be free. And to exercise that freedom by protesting what amounts to a racist 19th-century pop ballad (think Ted Nugent and Toby Keith getting drunk on moonshine after watching Civil War reenactments somewhere in southern Arizona. Then writing a song on the back of a of Trump/Pence shirt they bought at a yard sale. That song would be the Star-Spangled Banner.) It’s enough of a logical quagmire to make your teeth itch, and you’re eyes bleed, but enough people seem to think it makes perfect sense. Clearly, I have a lot to learn from “these people.”

SIPARA: Go get a drink.

When you’ve been driving for two hours, exhaustion finally forces you to pull over. You’d left the arena in a froth, blood on your teeth and as furious as you’ve ever been: not the cold, practical rage that gets things done, but with the helpless sort of fury that makes you want to cull someone. Or several someones.

Say, everyone who fucking witnessed that bullshit.

(The worst thing about this match isn’t the injuries. For all that she made a show of wrecking your prosthetic, she didn’t hit you nearly as hard as Muireach. The gill-sucker had held back, just to make a point, and then she’d had the audacity to call you pathetic afterwards.)

Even the thought makes your teeth itch. But you’re not going to cull someone. Your drive had a point, damn it, for all that folks might’ve thought you were bolting. Taylor’s shop feels like a respite, where there’s going to be no fish, and no waders, and absolutely no one who’s seen the shit-show of a match inside. In fact, when you stagger inside, it’s damn near empty. Good. There’s no one to yell at you for leaving your bike slumped against a wall as you slide into the nearest table.

Well. No one except for one gangly fucker with an apron, which works just fine for you. “Hey,” you rasp. “Little service over here?”

anonymous asked:

This is coming probably a bit late, but man... I loved the last episode. Tyreese's death crushed me, but he went out in a beautiful way. I'm going to miss him a lot. And when did you start shipping Rick&Michonne? I've never ship them in the comics, but the show is different and now I just can't imagine them being together with anyone but each other. I'm hoping to watch an episode where they're already together and no one mentions it but it's impossible not to know because it's visually obvious.

I think Tyreese’s death was the most beautifully crafted death in the history of this show. Not only did he get a majority of the episode dedicated to his impending death but we really got to delve deeper into who he was and his thought process. And he got closure, complete closure. Which is something no other character has been afforded on this show. They really did a wonderful job tying up all of the loose ends with his character and I think he was done the utmost justice. While it still hurts that we had to lose another amazingly pure and heartbreakingly good character I don’t think they could’ve done it any better if they tried. It was just perfect. 

As for Richonne, I’d say I really started shipping them after watching Clear because I was completely mesmerized by Michonne and her interactions with Rick and Carl. I made a post about it before but it was so amazing to me that she made a choice to be personable when they had made the choice to be anything but. It was such a huge moment for her because she was putting herself out there and she was still being shut down and out by the both of them. But what was beautiful about it to me was that even though they were being difficult she didn’t stop trying and she didn’t blame them for it either. 

That episode still means everything to me and my favorite thing to do now is to compare their interactions in Clear to Claimed. Seeing how much they’ve all grown since then and how much they need and depend on each other is beyond wonderful. They really are a family in their own right and Clear, I’d say, laid the ground work for that. 

Funny thing is, I did ship them in the comics. I’m one of the people that feels that Kirkman was building up to it even in the source material but he backed out at the last minute. I mean, come on, Michonne, Glenn, and Rick go to Woodbury and Michonne has known Rick for the shortest time, he still locks her in her cell at night, she isn’t allowed to have her weapon at all but when The Governor chops of his hand Michonne wrestles her way out of one of his guards hold and bites The Governor’s ear off. She bites his ear off for Rick. COME ON. 

And don’t even get me started on Rick catching Michonne talking to Mike and him proceeding to pull out the phone he secretly totes around that he uses to talk to Lori. It’s so great because in the show it’s Michonne reaching out to Rick and letting him know he isn’t alone but in the comics it’s actually Rick that reaches out to a frazzled Michonne (who is very upset at the idea that he might think she’s crazy btw) and lets her know that he’s doing the same thing, that it’s okay. They share an awesome moment and its one of my faves. 

Just look!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ugh. Fave, ever. So yeah I did ship them in the comics (that’s not say I don’t love Rick and Andrea because I do) and I would’ve loved to see them together but hopefully the show won’t let me down. 

The thought of Rick and Michonne with any one else physically repulses me. They’ve had such amazing build up on the show and it really does feel like they’ve been crafted for one another. I’m 110% convinced of that and no one will ever change my mind. They just complement each other so well and I think at this point putting them with other people wouldn’t only not make sense but it’d shit on the development they’ve had thus far. Like everyone that watches the show and truly pays attention to the direction the writers have taken these characters in have been saying, it would be out of character for TV!Rick to hook up with Jessie. 

It was different in the comics and Rick, himself, is different in the comics. They hadn’t built him up truly romantically with anyone in the comics as he was still working through the passing of Lori and Judith. That’s not to say he isn’t still doing the same in the show but his bond with Michonne is definitely deeper. He relies on her more heavily. After watching “Them” it also feels like he’s passing some of the leadership over to her. I really got a sense of that when he tells Michonne to watch after Sasha. He trusts her to do something that he would otherwise be doing. He even lets her call a lot of the shots in 5A and then again in 5x09 with the decision to continue on to Washington.

I mean, he’s just unimaginably close to her on the show and I would hate for the writers to ruin what they’ve been clearly building up to. It’d make my teeth itch and my skin crawl. 

But holy shit if they ever gave us an episode like that, where it’s impossible to not tell that they’re together, I would be so gone. I don’t even think I could handle it. That episode would be like 5x09 x100, like 5x09 on steroids, and I’d backflip into the sun.