#blood tw.

[robertacolndrez]

Suspiria, 2018 — dir. Luca Guadagnino

[beansprean]

[ID: Drawing of the "he wants to order" meme starring Nadja and Laszlo. Nadja is in the driver's seat holding out the phone to take a selfie with a "what are you gonna do" expression. Laszlo is stretched out across her lap, ass in the camera, to lean out toward the drive thru window. We can see him biting the neck of the unresisting employee, blood gushing out. Snapchat text over the image says "He wants to order" /end ID]

Has anyone done this yet

[pinkfey]

𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐀. ┆ 𝗕𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗗, 𝗞𝗥𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗡-𝗦𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗘𝗥, 𝗕𝗨𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗘𝗔𝗦.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 ┆ 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫 ┆ 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰 ┆ ♡ 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 "Let me say it plain: I loved someone and I failed at it. Let me say it another way: I like to call myself wound but I will answer to knife."

[arcanewonder]

end of 2022.

[captain-hen]

that was the night i nearly lost you. i really thought i lost you.

[samyelbanette]

Samy, wtf. 🤢

From his Instagram story. November 10th, 2023.

[bellamysgriffin]

FAVORITE TELEVISION EPISODES: Episode 3 (The End of the F***ing World)

Being with Alyssa had started to make me feel things. She made me feel things. And I didn’t like it at all.

[solesoldier]

A STUDY IN HEROIC FATIGE

Hero,  Regina Spektor  /  Ava,  dir. Tate Taylor (2020)  /  Frankenstein: Or the Modern Prometheus,  Mary Shelley (1818)  /  Body,  Mother Mother  /  Miss Sloane,  dir. John Madden (2016)  /  Forgive Me My Salt,  Brenna Twohy  /   Miss Sloane,  dir. John Madden (2016)  /  Heel Turn 2,  The  Mountain  Goats  /  Mass Effect 3 (2012) / Bergeron,  Typhoon 

[junepegbert]

7 and Sasha Waybright?

sooooooo hard to choose only two of the seven for her 😔

[solesoldier-a]

A STUDY IN HEROIC FATIGUE

Hero,  Regina Spektor  /  Ava,  dir. Tate Taylor (2020)  /  Frankenstein: Or the Modern Prometheus,  Mary Shelley (1818)�� /  The Passion of Joan of Arc,  dir. Carl Theodor Dreyer (1928)  /  Common Sentiments,  Typhoon  /  Bergeron,  Typhoon  /  Miss Sloane,  dir. John Madden (2016)  /  Body,  Mother Mother  /  Forgive Me My Salt,  Brenna Twohy  /   Miss Sloane,  dir. John Madden (2016)  /  Heel Turn 2,  The  Mountain  Goats  /  Mass Effect 3 (2012)

[rpf-bat]

MCR Album Aesthetics 1/4: Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge 🥀 ⚰️

[arcanewonder]

[britishsass]

Gristol from the DWC!AU with S3?

“Funny… I just wanted everyone dead… but you’ll do for now.” -The Circus's Final Show Part 4

I gotta say, this face gave me so many reminders of this moment, I even looked up reference pictures for it. I love a good dramatic moment, and the climax hit all the right points for me. There's even a gradient on this-- That's how determined I was to make it look good.

[Original meme found here]

[pinkfey]

'trembling hands' for jael? :3

15. trembling hands + jael khatri.

setting: takes place prior to the events of wotr, before jael was expelled from the academy. warnings: nothing graphic but blood, torture, mention of animal death.

“D’you think he’s had enough?”

Selkie sat on a stool in corner of the chamber, her magenta hair her only discernible feature in the darkness.

Jael regarded the man on the floor before them—nude save for a simple cloth, but unchained to the floor, just as Jael liked it. The mark on the floor she stood on was an indicator of how far he could reach while shackled—surely safe for Jael, but leaving no room for creativity. She needed room. Momentum.

The man had not moved—not willingly, that is—long enough for any sane person to worry. Were it not for her ability to sense that delightful thrum in his heart, he would appear dead. No doubt this was Selkie’s thought.

“No,” Jael said. “He has a few more tests in…”

The man’s trembling hands reached out to Jael, and she tilted her head quizzically. Was this some sort of plea?

She crossed the mark defining her place from his and knelt down in front of him, bloodying the fabric of her thus far porcelain white apron. She grasped his hand firmly and smiled down at him with a clinical fascination. The man’s eyes flashed with hope—of course they did. She was gentle, wistful, oh so benevolent.

She wondered what he thought in that moment. Did he believe this was solidarity? A signifier of some reprieve? Was this, to him, a promise he was getting out of here safely?

That was always the ideal, of course. The fabled fruit to be born from this endeavor. It’s easy to kill. It did not take Jael long to learn this truth as a child, toying with the rats in her family’s pantry—the large gray ones that squirmed so beautifully, so silently. They did not beg or plead or hold onto hope. They understood this is the way nature goes, that they were one minuscule contribution in Jael’s search for power, that watching their bodies writhe and contort was not for pleasure but necessity. Yes, it was easy to kill them.

The work came in keeping them alive. The was more to power than simply learning the most efficient way to kill someone. But blood was a tricky thing, the essence of life, the groundwork of any sacrifice, and she played with it in ways that would put the Dark Prince himself to shame. Thus far no one had survived a night with Jael Khatri.

So yes, Jael wanted exactly what her experiments did. She wanted them to live.

The man took her touch as grounds to mumble out a new plea. His voice, gravelly and heavy, begged in the same way they all did. I’ll give you anything. You can take my money. Just let me leave. Please.

Please. What a revolting word.

Jael’s face twisted into a sneer as she thrust the man’s hand away from her and returned to her designated mark on the floor, squaring her shoulders and raising her hand. In a sharp movement, she willed the rush of his blood to halt. She raised him up from the ground slowly, suspending him in air, watching as the bulbous veins pulled against his skin from the inside, and pushed it just a little farther. Just when she sensed something in him might burst, she released him and he crumpled to the floor in a bloody heap. Jael had turned away from him before he hit the ground.

“A fine display today, Jael,” Selkie said gleefully, handing Jael back her night robe. Jael only hummed in response.

Selkie twisted towards the man with an impish grin and a gag in hand. As she marched over, the man sputtered out more apologies, more appeals, but Jael was too busy cleaning her hands in the basin to hear his voice, or when it was muffled out. She strutted out of the chamber.

Sometimes she almost preferred the rats.

[princguard-a]

Lark and Vasily escaping Nikolai’s birthday party.

[solesoldier]

i said when am i gonna feel better? / i've been patient for a long time now / ... i will be good though my body be broken.

JANE SHEPARD EDITS.  4 / ?