Who Can Blame Us Tho

one of my favorite things about dead boy detectives is that it doesn’t take its monsters too seriously because the monsters themselves aren’t the scary part - it’s the symbolism, the things they represent, that are truly scary. yeah, teeth face and the sprites and the demon that apologized for dragging edwin to hell are goofy because they’re not what we’re meant to be scared of. the real horrors are parental abuse, internalized homophobia, xenophobia, bullying, abusive relationships, stalking… i could go on and on. anyway this show is brilliant and i need 20 more seasons of it please and thank you

no i'm fine why do you ask

just realised that both regulus’ and sirius’ graves are empty

"It is indeed, a fearful place. The torrent, swollen by the melting snow, plunges into a tremendous abyss, from which the spray rolls up like the smoke from a burning house. The shaft into which the river hurls itself is a immense chasm, lined by glistening coal-black rock, and narrowing into a creaming, boiling pit of incalculable depth, which brims over and shoots the stream onward over its jagged lip. The long sweep of green water roaring forever down, and the thick flickering curtain of spray hissing forever upward, turn a man giddy with their constant whirl and clamor."

THE FINAL PROBLEM - part 7 of many - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6. Another scene I've had written in some form for months. Getting close now...

This is in the Watson's Sketchbook series!

I’m Arthur Conan Doyle of the late 1800’s writing my book, I sure hope a major verb in the English language doesn’t shift meaning in the next couple hundred years

oh this show is gonna fuck me up isn't it?

The thing is, you read the stories written by Dr Watson and you think “this is the most down bad a narrator has ever been” and then you get to the stories written by Sherlock Holmes from his perspective and he’s somehow worse.

“What he knew, he knew from books, and books lied, they made things prettier.”

― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

being so captivated by books that time becomes merely a construct as i escape into these magical little worlds

etho shows a picture of his desk and all ethogirls become a scandalized 1870's man who just saw his wife's bare ankle for the first time ever