#i bled for this piece

[viscerism]

" and as you stumble through your last crusade,

will you welcome your extinction in the morning rays? "

[mourningmaybells]

piss christ. remember my friend piss christ. to counteract the sanitization of the crucifixion and commercialized religion. piss christ

[ask-princessandromeda]

[soft kiss on the cheek] Alabaster, You are your mother's true son. Here 's for you 🧁

[a light pat on the shoulder and a sympathetic smile] Luke, you didn't have a chance from the very beginning. This is for you 🍵 a little green tea always helps me, maybe it will help you too.

[kiss on the forehead] Ethan, there is power in your future. A fortune cookie 🥠 that is definitely not a gift from your mom.

[kiss on the top of the head] head up, brave Chris Rodriguez. Here 🥐 it is with chocolate.

[Strong long hug] there is always redemption and loved ones who are ready to forgive you, Silena, just know it. 🍫 it's not as good as your father's chocolate, well, I hope it gives you a little sense of comfort.

[nameless-headless]

AND WE’RE BACK, BITCHES! STRONG ENTRANCE FROM NONE OTHER THAN YOURS TRULY!

When i tell you i cried when i finished this painting

[bitchfitch]

Idk, there's this one moment that happens immediately after Serapis gets Stella to kill him because he's desperate to escape being king for even just a few days. Where I'm extremely torn on what happens next.

Obviously Serapis is revived in the heart of the maze like he has been many times before, he's home and alive and has to swim to the surface of the blood red waters to breathe and climb back out onto dry land. And the heart of the maze is surrounded by the temple Aetius's family tends too.

I can't decide if it's better for Aetius to be on pool duty that day, for it to here the gurgling of the heart as someone is brought back and to prepare for them to emerge like it does anyone else. Only for it to be Serapis. It's hero and dear friend it thought it would never see again after they said their goodbyes. Aetius would tackle him back into the waters, too excited and ecstatic to wait for him to fully get out. They're both drenched and stained orange and red. And despite Aetius having been back for weeks already, it is only now that it feels it is home.

Or for Aetius to be off in the maze, guiding some other lost soul back to their own clan or colony. Taking communications or gifts or what not between some of the communities. Just doing its job as it has done its entire adult life. Serapis comes from the waters, he meets Aetius's family and they let him stay within their den while he waits for Aetius to return. Its been years since Serapis last saw the inside of the maze. He has no hope his own den is still unoccupied, but he won't leave the temple to return to his guard duties until Aetius comes to guide him home. And in this version, Aetius returns dusty and tired to the den it was born in and where its family has lived since they took up their duty tending to the heart of the maze. And Serapis is there beside one of the fires, talking to its siblings and looking so at home in its colony that it thinks it's dreaming this.

[a-dumbo-octopus]

Poor thing, I think he’s crying

[destinygoldenstar]

[viscerism]

pov: some twelve-year-old just broke into your house and now not even god can save you

alt version (w/o filters):

[llovely]

taught a bunch of eight year olds what periods are today because i bled through my bodysuit in the middle of teaching ballet 🙂

[bmpmp3]

if you want to get really inexplicably good at drawing very specific flowers MAKE some ocs with various flower symbolism and motifs

[hauntingblue]

What kind of episode title is "luffy confronts the harsh reality" 😭😭

[keirametzbrassknuckles]

Ugh what to do with my copy of A Little Life

[jibunwo]

james update i stepped on glass today

[autoneurotic]

good fucking christ eric larocca doesn’t STOP every time i check goodreads or barnes n noble i swear there’s like, at least two new releases

[platypusnoise]

tw death and family and heavy shit

my grandma is dying

my mother's mother, the eve of the eve to my disdainful cain legacy, had a stroke. she's bleeding in her brain. they call it an active bleed, they being the doctors in kentucky by my mother's proxy. i don't do well with secondhand knowledge, can't help but spin a story or find some sort of valve to attach myself to and bleed out in the spirit of helping my family. there's no way to continue that sentence but to remind you that my grandma is dying. my mother's father died when i was nine. she was thirty-four, precursor to the prophets raised by herself and more successful than the big dipper. when he tried to teach her to ride a bike she flew away to safety and practiced her teleportation, skillful misdriection. if i learned anything it's that hiding is futile and you need to express yourself before someone takes all the oxygen out of your blood. when your veins turn vermillion and you taste rosemary like soap scrubbed against your taste buds at behest of an elder's reproach and I can't stop making new metaphors to talk around the one thing I don't want to deal with there's a feast to throw and reality to avoid with prayers of tomorrow and tomorrow and she's not guaranteed tomorrow but herei am okay. it's okay to be okay, it's okay to be okay. it's okay to self-destruct.