and some part of me is mortal yet

For all its faults Tumblr has truly ruined all other social media for me because my friends all have Instagram and are all trying to get me on Instagram more but every time I open Instagram there are like fifteen things screaming for my attention and when I get over myself long enough to start scrolling it's like. Where is my chronological dash. Where is the following-only option. Who are these people. Why are there so many videos. Everyone is screaming at me. And then before I know it I'm thirty minutes into scrolling and I haven't seen a single thing that I actually care about. At least on Tumblr when I see stuff I don't care about I know someone I follow has found a new interest.

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historical research can feel like ripping a carcass apart with your teeth. if you're doing it right

*looking in the mirror* You are not morrissey. You are a friendly, charming, driven young woman. Not morrissey. Do not think, "I am morrissey"

i like when people say that the universality of campbell's hero's journey only applies to western mythology/folklore. brother, i am going to hold your hand when i say this... it doesn't apply there too

the thing about the mountain goats is that, on paper, it's the whiniest-sounding catholic in america playing Just An E Chord saying shit like "i smoked a pack of spirits in florida / i thought about the book of galatians / why were you so mean to me last october" but then you listen to it and you're like what the fuck...... why WERE you so mean to me last october. and then you need like 3-5 business days to recover

me impatiently to the little french cat boiling me in a stew: chat am I cooked

@gwen-the-thrush-knocks

I love how Wake Up Dead Man subverts the usual mystery trope of the detective gathering all the suspects in a room to explain the case and reveal the murderer. They could have done that, but this is a story where we see domineering, charismatic individuals imposing their will and their power over people to do whatever they like - to tragic and horrific consequences for everyone involved. And Benoit almost -almost!- becomes one of those individuals. He literally climbs the pulpit to silence them all with a thunderous voice, to start telling the story that he wants them to see as the truth. If he had gone on, unmasked the murderer in front of everyone, he would have solved the case but been no different than Jefferson or Prentice. Not in the sense that he would act out of malevolence or that what he told the other characters was going to be a false version of events - but he would be one more righteous preacher on the pulpit, looking down and condemning the sinner. It is so significant that he has that Damascus moment, that he stops. He lets the murderer come forth freely, of their own will, in private, and it is Jud who hears their confession. No dramatic accusations or passionate explanations. Just a kind man and a good priest kneeling down with the culprit, listening to what they have to say, offering grace. And in doing so, he finally breaks the hold that the Wicks have had over the story and their parishioners for decades - not with anger or hatred as Jefferson wanted from him, but with kindness and compassion.

@river-raine