honestly i don’t think ive ever connected with a character in a moment as much as in that episode of community where they’re trying to work out who took the wonky psychology test and has the potential to be a serial killer and they get them to tell scary stories to see who it could be
and annie begins to tell a gothic horror vampire pastiche where a beautiful schoolteacher teaches a handsome vampire how to learn to read only to end it with a horrifyingly intense description of how the secretly a werewolf schoolteacher rips and rends him gorily limb from limb
i also looove the art on 70s and 80s pulpy horror novels. love going into a bookshop and picking those up. LOVE that they’re working so hard on republishing them with their original covers! i finally bought myself this book last year and it is just. Nice To Look Through
nothing slaps as hard as the cover art of late 80s/early 90s sci fi and fantasy books and the fact that they keep re-releasing these books and giving them the worst and ugliest covers fills me with rage
nothing slaps as hard as the cover art of late 80s/early 90s sci fi and fantasy books and the fact that they keep re-releasing these books and giving them the worst and ugliest covers fills me with rage
i am thinking about how tendernanami is when everything is over and done with. cradling your chin in his big hand, swiping his thumb over your lower lip if there’s still a drop of his come on it, murmuring in a low, deep comforting voice about how well you did and how much he adores you. holding you flush against him whilst you’re still both sweat soaked and panting, dropping kisses along the curve of your neck and the slope of your shoulders as he whispers about how he can’t imagine his life without you. hands on your waist as if he never wants to let you go. soothing anywhere he may have gripped too tight with gentle touches. taking you into the bathroom to run you hot baths and tend to anywhere that feels sore and swollen, taking care of you in every way you could ever want or need. kissing any lingering bruises, hands interlaced with yours, pressed so close the two of you feel like one.
and if you tell him you’re fine, if you ask him why he’s doing all this when you’re perfectly capable, if you try and wriggle out of his meticulous and loving aftercare–
he quirks an eyebrow at you, twists a lip. “because i like doing it,” he says. “because you deserve all of this, and more.”
i just tried to explain kill la kill to someone who’s never seen it and then proceeded to write an essay about cowboy bebop to them i need to take a Nap i’m exhausted
watching evangelion for the first time is going into it like ✨fun giant robots✨ and then evangelion hits and it’s like oh,, this is all Not Fun Giant Robots
i honestly dunno where and if i feel safe anywhere. not really even within the safetyness of my own phone . i want to be wrapped in a blanket and just not feel overwhelmed & even in the places i’d consider my safe spaces i don’t feel myself as welcome anymore :( i always come back tho . i always spring back to talk about the mundane stupid stuff & i want to feel like it’s alright to do that
do you ever get like. muscle memory but with feelings? like you’re put in a certain situation that you’ve been in before, and suddenly, almostautomatically you feel all the feelings you had from your life back when the situation happened last…….
