I Need To Lay Down - Tumblr Posts
something something about "i need you" being oh so much more romantic and safe and core-shattering than "i love you" something something about stanislavski saying that to love is "to want to touch" something something about love being intrinsically active something something about how much you can love someone to the point of invention
i want to live.
(i just listened to mag 170)
FUCK
(i just finished the magnus archives)
(this show has obliterated me)
(thank you all for having me while i go jump off a fucking cliff)
DAMN
okay WHY did i have to find out that there was a JMART KISS in 200 THROUGH THE Q&A and WHY didn't i HEAR IT through my UNCONTROLLABLE SOBBING
i'm too damaged to go listen to it again just to confirm so i'm sort of happy it happened ALTHOUGH IT'S LITERALLY THE WORST MOMENT TO LET IT HAPPEN LIKE OH MY GOD
awestruck over the family curses shared between elektra/Orestes and Hamlet. the house of atreus is falling. there is something rotten in the state of Denmark. I hate my mother. (I remember the way she looked when she held me as a child) I remember loving her (somehow I still do) I want her dead (I am afraid to do it) I am divinely appointed (the gods have deserted me) my father is gone (this house is full of ghosts) he would want me to avenge him (he would hate the path I’ve chosen) I’m the game (I’m the pawn) I’m an prophecy (I’m destruction) I’ll change the world (I don’t want to be in it) I am the bringer of light (I am drowning in darkness) let me out (the trap is of my own making).
the way that one line from the new epilogue in an astarion romance is going to HAUNT me
just. what a profoundly intense thing to confess to someone.
like, just these six months of newfound happiness with you exerts a force on his heart equal and in direct opposition to two centuries of endless torment, the gnawing hunger and exploitation. this flashbulb-bright fraction of his long life holds the same gravity to him as years upon years of darkness and suffering.
in all likelihood, he hasn’t even known his lover for as long as his worst memory lasted, that year sealed away to go mad from starvation and sensory deprivation, yet he still tells them this brief time has been so fundamentally and powerfully important that the weight of even that unimaginable hell is vanishingly small compared to this present he has now and the future ahead of them both.
how am i supposed to act normal about this.
god, i need a compilation of all your sloane drawings
get sloaned
"He stabbed the ice into his adoptive father's heart.
That was Zayen's first kill.
(...)
He never celebrated his birthday ever since."
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The last theory about Snowy Serenity got me thinking a whole lot about Dawnbreaker so I decided to post here these sketches I drew a few months ago.
yuta reacting to bryan saying garcia can be the best wrestler in the world the same way mox used to react to regal saying bryan is the best wrestler in the world… hmm….