THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY

i literally talked about this today

<•> The Watcher and His Lonely ≈≈

something something the dichotomy of the eye vs the lonely, the lonely cannot be alone if they are watched and the watcher cannot see the imperceptible, the powers of seeing all vs turning invisible, and yet on both sides they end up working in tandem, unstoppable force shielded by immovable object…

…i am not yet over MAG159, thank you for asking

MY FRIENDS ARE SO COOL

good luck my king praying for you 💪💪

Cthulhu Mythos sleep experiment night 3: Shub-Niggurath (the black goat of the woods with a thousand young)

Ok. The All mother. Teeny weeny bit more frightened as she is somewhat more popular. Also checked with my therapist about doing these expirements and just got the seal of approval on it for all that. In case you were worried. Ok so this girly (genderless) is mentioned a bunch more than previous ones in lovecrafts work like we are talking BY NAME which is big. She seems to usually be with humanity which is good, and is summoned a lot. Theoretically she looks kinda like an evil cloud? And lä! Shub-Niggurath! is a pretty common saying for people to just like pop up with in conversation about great old ones and stuff. So guess I’ll say that before i go to bed. Still using CargoCulture’s beastiary for the symbol.

Bit uneven hope no one minds. Well. See you in the morning.

me with a really bad headache: :( me remembering i have humankind’s savior advil: :D

Gravity Balls

I have a joke about math but im 2² to say it

ɪ ᴡᴏɴᴛ ꜰᴀɪʟ. ɪ sᴡᴇᴀʀ ɪᴛ

i love juno steel

hermes in hadestown is the exact opposite of an unreliable narrator. a tortured narrator. a little *too* reliable. incredibly aware of exactly what is happening at any given moment, vaguely spoiling it for you in the beginning, despairing every second of it. but ultimately motivated to continue to tell the story over and over and over with a smiling face for the sake of the audience, and for the sake of the characters themselves, singing it again to keep them alive. knowing how it will end, but singing it again so that the cycle may restart and eurydice may come back to life. enduring the misery of it all, over and over, holding the knowledge of what will come to pass but continuing anyway to see orpheus happy just one more time before it all goes down in flames again.