Planetaryfire - LEY

Tell me when you find a fitting word, I need to know why my chest feels so tight anytime I think about my current hyperfixation 😭

i need to learn to tone down my excitement when it comes to whatever Thing i am currently heavily interested in bc there is no reason for my heart rate to spike because of said Thing

why do i feel like i’m panicking when i am oVERJOYED—

interestingly enough this typically happens with a specific character. but, uh, recently it seems my new Thing is just general 2010s fandom culture. so that’s… great. i got nostalgia: extended edition where i consume decade-old media, watch video essays, and feel like i’m going to explode in a good way

The body was torn apart.

When someone says, “The body was torn apart”, I think of an animal. A wild animal, maybe a wolf or even a bear, biting, using its fangs, clawing at a body until it is unrecognisable. Until there is nothing left but a bloody mess, an open chest, flesh hanging loosely from bones. Fingers, or entire hands or arms missing and later found in a bush, half-buried, half-eaten.

When someone says, “The body was torn apart”, I think of a grenade. A pulled trigger, maybe from an enemy across the border, hitting the ground in a trench, and blowing the entire thing up. And there is nothing left but a few bloody remains of the uniform, or just about the last parts of the body if the person was standing enough far away.

When someone says, “The body was torn apart”, I think of a maniac. A knife, maybe from the house’s kitchen, maybe from the nearest butcher, stabbing a person until their breathing fails. Until the ribs are broken, the chest covered in cuts and bruises, sometimes even entire fingers or ears cut off and thrown across the room, creating small puddles of blood.

When someone says, “The body was torn apart”, I do not think of this.

But this is so much crueller, so much more horrifying than anything I listed above.

There are no scraps of skin or flesh lying around, no pool of blood around the body. There is nothing to indicate anything remotely close to an explosion, no reason why there should be. There is no knife, no brutal mess around the person.

I have a reason to believe, though, that we will find a severed arm later.

The body was torn apart in clean, fresh cuts. And in several ways, this is better than the cruel methods listed above.

But whatever—whoever—tore this person apart was no animal, no hand grenade, no maniac. Whoever tore this person apart was thinking clearly. They knew what they were doing when setting clean cuts into the skin, slowly pulling it off the muscle fibre. They knew what they were doing when cutting open the ribcage with bone scissors, twisting the ribs around to face the outside of the body. They knew what they were doing when emptying the chest, taking out one organ after the other, cleaning it, and setting it back inside.

And in so many ways, that is a lot more unsettling than an animal or a grenade or a maniac.

Addition: Thank you Sofia Isella for the song about your relationship with your music and inspiration, however we will be making a wlw interpretation of Muse :)

Thank you Sofia Isella for the song about the indoctrination of young boys into toxic masculinity, however I will be making a transgender interpretation of Man Made thabkd 👍

Miks "hengenvaara" kuulostaa paikannimeltä

Very American .

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Crowd Caffeine by SOFIA ISELLA

Releasing April 18th (I‘m HYPED)

As always, design credits go to me, image and text not mine :)

As a Marvel girl, this makes me happy

Progress pictures (the arm was a PAIN IN THE ASS oml, I think everyone who‘s made a Bucky cosplay can relate)

I made a lot of layering with a thick ass material, then I realised it was wayy too butch and I had to take out some stuff lol

Some more posing ✨

THANK YOU to my mom, I whouldn‘t have been able to do it without her 🙏

Took about five weeks but I‘m done!!

'Cause I'm the backyard heathen The girl he's dreaming I'll bend him over backwards give him something to believe in No end, no completion He says stop teasing We'll play the game, both go insane, and then we'll call it even 'Cause his chest is heaving His knees got weakened All strong and rough and tough, but I ruined that in an evening And I sunk my teeth in And by next weekend You're admitting I'm the only god that you'll ever believe in

SOFIA ISELLA, Sex Concept