Actual Tears Running Down My Face

me on twitter every day: im thinking about loustat again im gonna go spend an hour watching the turning clip in bad quality 0.8x on youtube <3

also me: damn i cant watch ep 3 yet :((((((((

holy shit @vampiroca you missed the entire beginnings of my dorian gray and iwtv obsessions we don't know each other anymore......

monologuing to my mother about harrow the ninth act three as she says things like "he should have known better than to eat the soup, there are folk songs about making soup with bone marrow" "I don't think connecting all this body horror with sex indicates a particularly healthy relationship to sexuality" "marina, this book sounds really quite grim" "does harrow ever have a nice time? does she ever sit down, drink some tea--" no actually she hates tea, she doesn't understand flavors "is there anyone she likes spending time with?" there was in the first book but all her memories got erased "I don't think I understand the youth of today"

what do you think about people talking about you on every platform miss cock?

what the hell is a griddlehark I feel like I just unlearned english, but I support them put me into your fictional world

Hey are you offended by the word bitch? I'm going to send you a hate anon, but I saw that you go by she/her and I respect women

don't let anything stop u from being a hater king

The animatic I’ve been working on since last November is finally done!! Over 100 hours of work on this, much agony and tribulations, but it’s finally done.

This is a once_in_a_lifetime chance for me to call this

Fifty Frames Of Gray✨

Sudden brain blast over morning coffee:

John Gaius, necrolord whatever, cringiest man alive, refuses to let the earth die. And not just in the literal sense of locking the earth’s soul in a barbie on ice, in subtler ways too.

The most obvious is the memes, John constantly references memes that are dated even to us, but are in universe from a culture that died ten thousand years ago!

Slightly more subtle is the years. Why does everyone in the Houses measure in earth years? It’s been ten THOUSAND years since anyone lived on the earth! But John keeps them as a unit of measurement.

Even more subtle is the language. In sci-fi and fantasy we’re all used to the idea of the translation for the reader, people don’t speak english in lord of the rings, or dune, but the dialogue is in english for us, the readers. Not in The Locked Tomb. In this series, they ARE speaking english. Modern, bog standard english, to the point where two people born thousands of years apart speak similar enough dialects that one can pose as the other (dulcie/cytheria).

Now, this could possibly fall under that standard sci-fi trope, EXCEPT!!!! In Nona The Ninth, we see the non-house humans! And they speak dozens of languages, like you’d expect after TEN THOUSAND YEARS of linguistic drift!

John is trying SO HARD to keep the earth alive that he’s forced a language to stagnate for, say it with me now, Ten Thousand Years, to the point where even completely new things with no equivalent in our world don’t even have new words, just repurposed old ones (flimsy, sonic).

John Gaius, the first necromancer, could resurrect the planet itself, and millions of people, but he couldn’t resurrect the culture. So, John, cryogenics researcher, tried to put the culture on ice, to keep it as close to the one he remembers as possible. And he still failed.

average day on the mithraeum

ianthe: haha harrow wants me so bad it makes her look stupid 😈

mercy: why didn’t i kill myself ten thousand years ago

john gaius: [playing 2048 on his ipad] my life is completely normal and great and my friends all love each other :)

gideon the first: i think i have encephalitis

augustine: when i’m in the club yeah im bumpin that 365 party girl bumpin that should we do a lil key should we have a lil line wanna go real wild when im bumpin that meet me in the bathroom if you’re bumpin that 365 party girl bumpin that french manicure wipe away the residue

pyrrha: i’m pretty sure gideon has encephalitis

harrow: