#hishouse

His House es un drama que utiliza el horror como vehículo para mostrar fuertes realidades que tienen que ver con la inmigración y la vida como pareja. Sin mayores pretensiones que no sea mostrar una producción matizada por la calidad, está película exclusiva de Netflix además de presentar tópicos sobre los inmigrantes africanos en Inglaterra y la política social que esta realidad implica,…

Refugiados sudaneses recebem asilo no Reino Unido e passam a viver em uma casa marcada por presenças inquietantes. Entre trauma, culpa e xenofobia, o terror revela que a reconstrução só começa quando o passado deixa de ser negado.

@hishouse sent a letter : sound off! who's not dead? ─── prompt.

the feel of iron is acrid, cuts through even the dull that noctum settles in his senses, blunts any scent so that all he can swallow is the grit of dirt and blood mixed with the split that he can feel on his lip with his tongue. but even the sting of it means nothing, gone too with any hope of taste that the poison has swiped from his every nerve; it's working well today despite his low supply, forced to weaken the link to alune with his rations. pain has no room in his mind so it manifests instead in the unsteady way that his body rises from the mass of bodies on the ground, a creaking and uneven wind-up that betrays all of the grace and lissomeness of lunari teaching. perhaps that, too, has no room in a battlefield so far removed from his teachings that they only lead his grip and stance.

fingers hook between his teeth to whistle in response, and it's a piercing shrill that even aphelios winces against. a toy soldier's gait, straggling his body along the jagged teeth of armor that bury themselves into the dirt; the earth's maw threatens to swallow him whole but his body forces against wounds meant to drag him with these damned souls to the underworld. mother moon will protect him here, too, not quite ready to let her paradigm breathe his last breath.

❝ the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. ❞ @hishouse

game of thrones (book) starters

there's blood in holy water , seeping into the cracks of wooden bowls & dripping into the mouth of sorrow ⸻ s he has killed once & she will kill again . it stains her skin no matter how hard she scrubs ... scrubs ... scrubs . its under her nails . it's in her cuticles ; 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 . it was for good reason ! of course ! none kill without justification : her daughter was in danger . the doctors proclaimed her ill - fitted for the world & believe it better to remove her from it while she was still a babe ⸺ that simply would not be ! no , no , no ⸻ vissarion would not allow that sword to be swung down on her the neck of an innocent child ; least of all her beautiful babe .

❝ ⸻ i think it better the sword be turned upon the man . cut that rot out of their minds if they believe their sentences to be true & just . not endeavors to remain powerful & formidable . ❞ she crosses her arms - place a barrier between herself & the ... person before her . something is uncanny ... slightly off but she cannot put to words what that offness was ... ❝ even if it was i who passes the sentence : swing at me first than i shall swing at them . ❞