In My Richard Papen Era(failing Academics, In Need Of Friends, Romantising Things I Don't Even Understand)

i love how the secret history already has a relatively small fandom and then there's a massive divide between people saying "fuck henry winter" and the people who want to fuck henry winter

Poseidon Fan Art

Finally finished my fan art of Poseidon ^^ Took a little longer than expected, but I'm so happy with how the details turned out. And I'm so glad so many people stopped by the stream(s) to watch the progress!!

Should I make prints of it?

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kitty

Donna Tartt was right.

I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive.

Because I need to have an obsession to feel alive. To act. To do. To create.

Madness fuels me. It pushes me to live. It takes me apart and puts back together like puzzle pieces.

I need to feel obsessed or I don’t feel at all.

Henry Winter

I didn't know ordeal was the new word for boyfriend

got a LOT of thoughts about paratise. i feel like we're finally getting to hear more of ivan's Inner Freak(TM) rather than just seeing it animated. it's raw and and twisted like nowhere, but also kinda sexy and so desperate. he's not just lamenting the cruel reality of his existence, he's yearning. you almost get the sense that his shitty upbringing has messed up his mind so severely that he doesn't even know how to love till without feeling this.. freakish obsession with him. he's never had the safety to feel out his emotions for till healthily, so they've culminated into this all-consuming desire to be — well, consumed — by till. the lines "my wish, to live in you like parasite / you, be my own private paradise" are so full of desire, but they also come from a place of such pain. like he yearns to wholly lose himself in till, because there's no other way to love him in their fucked up little world. because of alien stage they are all constantly brushing hands with death, and their concepts of love end up equally severe. the song constantly mentions wounds, pain, darkness, shadows — and yet, it still manages to be an impassioned declaration of desire. for ivan, pain and love have always been one and the same. and as long as it continues, the way he wants till will remain just a liiiittle bit masochistic.

being on tumblr made me realize how fucked almost everyone's sleep schedule is i could post something at noon in my time zone and my moots would be active. if i post in the morning or at midnight the same moots are awake. i love you guys ❤️