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[iysure]

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand?

[dead-doveing]

Okay but like fr. Is johndean simply the echo of that fated cupid's arrow firing right through the shadow of Mary and into Dean? Or is johndean some fucked up way of taking agency back from heavenly eugenics?

[sistercara]

brb organizing my teetering pile of character concepts ill never use because ill never have a proper dnd party

[woundgallery]

[astriiformes]

The "How many days can Nate go working in archives again before he cries" meter was busted from the start this time, because today was my very first day working in the queer history archive in special collections, and on our brief tour of the space the curator handed me this relatively unremarkable 100+ year old book with part of the binding torn off and visible char marks on the cover and most of the pages, and explained that it had been rescued from the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft book burnings, and standing there and holding it in a queer archive with two other trans people (the curator and the other student trainee) at a time when our identities are also increasingly under attack was a little much.

[gogandmagog]

Your dog is named Captain Jim? I can’t, that’s so precious.

Yes! Lol. She’s so precious. Here she is presently (on the right, anyway). She answers to a lot of names, though. It’s excessive. Cap’n, Captain Crunch, JimJim, Jiminy, Jiminy Cricket. 😅 She has freckles on her nose like Anne, too.

Captain Jim shook his head. “I had a dog once. I thought so much of him that when he died I couldn’t bear the thought of getting another in his place. He was a friend—you understand, Mistress Blythe? Matey’s only a pal. I’m fond of Matey—all the fonder on account of the spice of devilment that’s in him—like there is in all cats. But I loved my dog.

— Captain Jim, Anne’s House of Dreams

[officialpenisenvy]

my threesome post occasionally gets tagged like "haha freud we know it's you" or whatever which yeah fair it is a post about family sex but also freud famously did not critique the family unit from a post structuralist lens. in fact he did much of the contrary that's like the whole thing he's famous for. but yeah penis envy url 👍

[horse-plinko-official]

Hello I am doing my annual art post on this website of the tumbling

Watched the mission impossible movies. Then watched them again. Then watched them aga

[poligraf]

Constantly regard the universe as one living being, having one substance and one soul; and observe how all things have reference to one perception, the perception of this one living being; and how all things act with one movement; and how all things are the cooperating causes of all things which exist; observe too the continuous spinning of the thread and the contexture of the web.

— Marcus Aurelius

[tigergendermoved]

It drives me nuts just how many incredibly varied and interesting ecosystems are around us and inside us and we just don't notice cuz they're so tiny. On the surface of one of my thumbs is thousands of invidual creatures all interacting with each other and my skin and whatever is on it and I can't perceive any of them. By typing this I've probably stranded hundreds on the surface of my phone screen. I set the shower too hot an hour ago and poked it and I probably caused a whole bunch of little creatures to die of heat or flooding. Like what's the point in looking for aliens when there is an entire plane of life that lives on our planet that we can only see with specialized equipment

[eritvita]

continued from x ;

@ramblingsofamoonwatcher

'Tis as if hath Roland never been kissed, never been supped and grasped and clutched forth with that inhuman fervency that which borders upon the edge of purest insanity, as if Sheogorath pulls the Red Strings and laughs in that jagged, cackling laughter to bear simplistic Roland as a feast for this primitive beast.

This Beast, this raging Goddess what wears the face of his inhuman Love; that split of twin pupils, that serrated line of piercing teeth and seamless horns afront of every orifice perpetuated of evolutionary splits. That Beast what carries the growling hum of his Love is rough with him, hard enough and familiar in that twist of dark fibers what juice as thick as pomegranate seeds to borne his cock onto heavy flushing, to press insistently onto the front of Roland's trouser's ties.

The altar hurts beneath his back and such of that jolt next to his hip bones and tender elbows, and 'tis already bruising upon Roland's skin in fluorescent rainbows of brokered sunsets; he clutches hard in this empathetic Wave at the rest of Hithril's broken clothes, burst forth from the ground like the seeping tendrils of those scarlet-dripping devil's fingers.

"Yes, Goddess," hisses he, grappling and scraping the blunt of his wounded nails and no-nails and blunted fingertips across that burst seam of her back, that many-keratin Point; grasping at the back of her head where her hair spills Wilde like fecund oil. "I am thine, take me. Indulge me, be indulged by me. I am thine, I am thine."

And how blessed is his Vanity to be so lusted, to be that splendid divot upon the silver banquet Platter, by She. This infinity of glowing lines and tattered edges, that sickly gleam to her face and ink and Horn, staring down at him in pierced Sounds and wanting to Eat. Wouldst Roland laugh, and dost he, half-gnawing upon her shoulder in that breathless trembling of pure joy.

[ariadne-mouse]

memorable scene: echo!essek throwing rocks at archmage!bren and flipping off shadowhand!essek in multitudinous echoes. from caleb's preceding terror to the levity and pride, it's definitely a piece that has stuck with me

Hahaha I'm glad! When I was writing, I thought: they're here. They're trapped. Caleb is in danger. They can't use magic. What would a resourceful, desperate wizard like Essek do? You know what, he'd use his environment. He'd throw rocks. And I've really gotten a kick out of how much folks enjoy that moment. Thanks for sharing!

POV: you are an Archmage about to get a headache

(rock label based on one of my favorite bookmark comments ever, thanks Firefly264!)

[qqueenofhades]

Love the new icon, when did it change and for any reason? Is this possible evidence you're maybe writting more heartrender husbands?

Aha, it changed a few days ago, when I figured it was time to spruce things up and also because sometimes you just want Ivan to stare at you grumpily. For reasons.

As to whether I am writing more Fivan: the answer is yes, kind of. The Empire of Bones (the KOS rework/original novel I have mentioned a few times) has a ship/set of characters that I think Fivan fans will both recognize and enjoy. Ahem. 👀👀👀👀👀

[carfuckerlynch]

guy who is always thinking about macbeth at least a little bit

[jinglejanglemornings]

i feel like something has to be physically wrong with me cause there's no reason for me to be this fucking tired and useless all the time for like several years running like no concentration, such low energy even when adequately nourished, just ugh feel fragile and delicate and half-alive and like i can't handle literally fucking anything