captains log; 1785

the "came back wrong" trope except like... they didnt. like this mad scientists wife died, and so he studied necromancy, brought her back, and she came back and it all worked. like she came back exactly the same as she was before with literally no difference. but the scientist guy is like "oh no... what have i done.... shes Different now!!!! she came back Wrong!!!!" and shes just like. chilling. reading a book. cooking dinner. shes just so so normal but in the guys mind hes like "oh shes soooo weird" but shes just normal

NO its a JOKE and YOU DONT GET IT. ITS NOT THAT DEEP

While she was dead he put his memory of her on such a high pedestal that she could never live up to it alive

alternatively‚ she came back perfectly fine but he thinks she came back wrong‚ because the tragic reality is that he never actually knew his wife

im going INSANE thats MY POST.

It's your post but the journey to posting it changed it to such a degree that even its closest intimacies are now foreign to you. Sorry dude.

madam spgheettey 

and her assistant mr guack

Every time I go out to visit the midwest or mountain west I'm baffled as to how anyone lives in these gigantic flat plains or giant bowl valleys between mountains with no trees to speak of. It's nature's panopticon. You can go inside I guess but that roof can't hide you from God like the woods can. It's gorgeous of course but I'm going back to Mirkwood where I can think my wicked little thoughts in peace, thank you very much.

i feel the same except the complete opposite. the mountains are nice to visit but how does anyone live there? you don’t know what’s hiding in there. peace is endless flat plains, nothing but you and the angel you’re struggling with.

fascinating! enjoy the type of horror that feels like home to you and I will do the same xoxo

Trying To Not Feel Doomed Tuesday

knight/lord ships are like. what if i would die for you. what if i wanted you to live for me. what if i wanted to touch you but could only be satisfied with being near you. what if i could touch you but only through the safety of our gloves. what if i couldn’t stop thinking about you right next to me. what if i bloodied my hands for you and never looked back at the wreckage. what then

what if i wasn’t allowed to love you. what if i loved you anyway. what if you knew and i knew but we wouldn’t dare to take that step. what if we made meaningful eye contact as i knelt at your feet and devoted my whole being to you. what if i whispered your name for only you to hear

“my lord” is actually something that can be so personal

what if i said “my lord” but i actually meant “my love”

evil infodumping where you just tell lies

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The Victorian Era was shite compared to now obsiously but also titty piercings were popular everyone was on heroin and they thought bad sex made your kids ugly so the zeitgeist must have been wild

smh at jason todd’s grudge against batman always being portrayed as being morally gray or just some edgy teenage angst like no if my adoptive father let me get killed by some clown and i came back and found out that that clown wasn’t now a funny ass corpse? ohhhh girl.