I Love Shakespeare Academics. I Fucking Love Them. There’s This One Guy Who Wrote An Essay About How

I love John Doe his catchphrases are “Jesus Christ” and (extremely passionately) “Arthur…”

I was talking to my friend about Malevolent (because it now lives rent-free in my head) and I mentioned how John is called John, and she was like "haha how weird name for an eldritch god, I would call him... ummm Přibyl", and I was like " I don't think he would pronounce ř correctly" so it merged into Pribyl, which for some reason reminded me of Pribináček (joghurt brand), anyways, here is thing that I'm weirdly proud of:

I hope my followers don't expect anything of me, I'm only here to be insane.

I think now that queens dead they should have her stuffed and put on display in Cairo for the next 150 years.

Daily color study .10

One episode of TMA that I will NEVER be able to shut up about is 170 (Recollection). The first episode that made me properly cry! Not only is it a beautiful exploration of Martin as a character, but humanity in general.

The light, innocent, childish small talk that Martin offers to the tape recorder. He tries so hard to keep it comforted, welcome in his home, looked after. It'd be wrong of course, to ignore it, even in his despair; others should always be put first.

Through tangled, rambling sentences, Martin manages to always explain away his own emotions, actions... To be visibly uncomfortable, unwelcoming, is wrong. He offers up his life, details of his existence, but talks them into offhanded mentions.

The subtle embarrassment he has for himself; a hallmark of much of English society. Everyone must be a self contained functioning person, lest they risk being 'odd', 'troubled', perhaps even 'disruptive'.

And as Martin's inhibitions fade, as his memories of everything grow dim, his instinctual desperation shows so painfully through. Desperately reaching for answers, as a child desperately holds their hand out for an absent parent.

Martin never had a safe person to reach for, someone always there for him. His father gone before he really knew who he was, his mother infinitely distainful... This abandonment mirrored by Jon's absence that floats into his mind in phases.

And even to be denied the pain, to forget what you were crying about, there's something terrible about it. Feeling the lump in your throat, the tears on your cheeks, but never really being sure why they were there, if they even are.

And the chairs. To be denied the simple comfort of a soft place to rest.

Martin's eventual return to his duties, caring for his mother, the subtle falsified joy he finds in it, and his decline into self hatred, blame. How easy it is for him to find his way back to a place of insecurity even when he has nothing to grasp onto.

And how strong he stays. How ready he is to shoulder the blame, to carry on, to be there for anyone who might need him, anything. It's all outside, and when he falls deeper into the fog his internal, pressed down emotions spill out.

All of Martin's fears come from a place of worrying he isn't enough, and this domain reduces him to a state where he is nothing; and yet, he prevails.

You are under no obligation to forgive anyone who has hurt and/or wronged you. If you forgive them, please make sure it’s something you’re doing for you and not someone else. You’re what’s important in your healing.

Vampire hunting is never easy. And when the vampire in question is an adorable goof, not to mention a total cutie, things can easily get out of hand.

Special dedication to @ask-herbert-von-krolock