situating wilde

Oh NO.

me, a sheltered noblewoman: Pray who is that brave knight? Dame Archer:*turns around* me: gasp! *instantly in love*

my bi heart………

I’VE NEVER SEEN THE ADDED PICS

*dies*

Oh shit.

GAY KNIGHTS

Fellas I’m real gay

@0hheytherebigbadwolf HELP!!

Every June this inevitably winds up back on my dash. And I appreciate that. And I will reblog it. Every time.

@defectivegembrain

Happy Pride Everyone!!!!!

All all all

okay so first of all one of my faves is back with more art tysm for feeding the kids (it’s me. i’m the kids.) but ALSO i just got a vision of a robin hood au she’s stealing from piltover and giving to the zaunites maybe working with the firelights? who knows but i’m having thoughts they’re going zip zip in my brain she has a 1960s og batman/joker dynamic with jinx like they won’t kill each other but they will ruin each others day once jinx dyed all of her clothes hot pink

I am not an early bird or a night owl, I am a depraved pervert who doesn't have any sleep schedule. Hope this helps.

As someone who loves Mary Shelley's frankenstein, i truly don't understand the discourse over Guillermo del Toro's adaptation. I understand that some major parts may be missing, but i absolutley adore the plot and craft behind this film (i know im monthssss late but i just re-watched it and had to say smth)

the fucking joy of gdt’s adaptation is that the intrigue of the creature’s own existence is allowed to be human (which is my main memory of Shelley’s text) and that we are allowed another interpretation of the text. Which Is What Literature Is About. when i first read Frankenstein i was recreating myself from the pieces that were left after addiction and mental illness and i think those are the same as people who are brand fucking new. i am potentially taking this too far but this film meant so much to me

guy who’s always on his last straw but it’s such a good straw dude like it’s a limited edition lord of the rings: the return of the king silly straw that was only released in one theatre between 2am and 7am on the 22nd december 2003 like you can’t give that up so he can never replenish his straws he’s just always on his last one and furious about it

btw he can get rid of the straw and have more straws but he’ll never have the best straw back again and he’ll never forget how it felt to own it

I have a disease called I can’t reply to your text. I love you