Hops and Skips and Broken Bits

i always think abt my cousin in greece who's like obsessed with american culture, bc ill say that im going to a barbecue and she'll be like "wow.... a real life american barbecue... will there be red cups?" you bet your ass there'll be red cups. take my hand. have a hot dog. all your dreams can come true here at the real life american barbecue

sometimes a family can be a surgeon and a corpse and a blood-magician. sometimes a family is two boys who have died before and their still-living sister the doctor who wasn't there to save them. sometimes a family can be you and your baby brother and a man whose ribcage you have opened up in order to put your hands inside him and cut out his heart, on his request, because he begged you to, in repayment for which two years later he put his hands on your brother's naked soul and dragged him through that dark gate backwards and sealed him again in his own dead gutted body so he wouldn't ever leave you. and somehow im supposed to be normal about it

the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13½ years now

And yet somehow this is my first time kicking it!

2017 dnp looking down at the screwfix below them and seeing some sort of fae creature absorbing souls who come in for an interview after busting the door in repeatedly: Huh. Oh well, back to being secretly gay