Abilities

✨Sharon and Brenda ✨

sometimes all i think about is you.

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I wanna tie her up and take her so bad my switch go rahhhhh when I see her 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I’m obsessed with the idea that Rio was the only one who ever thought Agatha was good

Thinking about how I could literally shift as any renowned figure in history. Be it Mozart, Napoleon, or fucking Steve harvey bcs why tf not!!!!

I would witness the age of light, the apes of evolution, the fall and rise of ancient cities.

I would witness, learn, and most of all remember the lives of those that aren't written in books and articles. People who marked the earth and left without legends, a legacy, a story to withhold.

I would live the life of a being, not of mortal nor divine, but inbetween of immortality and death.

I would meet the gods and goddesses that once roamed the earth; I would learn their culture, their traditions, with the ability of recreating it back here. The current reality.

All that was lost, buried, and forgotten, can be revived. Can be witnessed. Can be heard and remembered.

And that's the beauty of shifting.

i cant stop fucking shaking

𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒.

𝐎𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆

every year in the summer is where you train to be an avenger, all children through the ages 14-18 train and strengthen their powers, all throughout the summer there’s training courses where you use your powers to get ranked and if you fail to get ranked high enough towards the end of the months [ ex. if you’re rank is low by the end of june ] then you’ll be deemed for more training instead of moving up. For those moving up, there will be a event / party for those who will be advancing into the next step of training. Each month will advance to harder training and if every child continues to advance there will be more celebratory events and activities, at the end of the training there will be a big fight where you will fight someone closer in rank with yours.

𝐓𝐖𝐎. 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝟏

the first event which is held at the end of june is an ice lounge party which you are to wear white or pale blue, everyone has to dress formally and you must show up with your guardian.

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄. 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝟐

the second event is held at the end of july, this party is a royal themed party, you are still to be dressed formally but now you’re supposed to wear royal colors [ royal pink, royal blue, royal pink, etc ] you are to still show up with your guardian, but this time they are welcome to leave at any point if needed.

𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄

this battle is held at the end of august and you are to fight a lower rank then someone close to rank with you, if you loose both fights you are eliminated from further advancement. if you win one then loose one you are advanced but will be expected to get better on your own, if you win both then you are commended to the advancement with no hesitation.

consuming desire : cannibalism as a metaphor for love.

love, at its core, is an act of surrender. to love is to give a part of yourself—your time, your attention, your vulnerability—and hope that the other person handles it with care. but what happens when this surrender becomes devouring? when love transcends the boundaries of self and morphs into something ravenous, something primal? enter cannibalism—perhaps the most shocking and visceral metaphor for love, yet one that is repeatedly used in literature, film, and art to depict the uncontainable hunger of human connection.

cannibalism as a metaphor for love walks a tightrope between horror and intimacy, and that’s precisely why it fascinates. it forces us to confront the extremes of desire: the yearning to possess, consume, and merge completely with another. in exploring this concept, we uncover the tangled relationship between appetite, intimacy, and annihilation.

“i want you inside me” : the physicality of love.

the language of love has always been laced with consumption. lovers speak of “devouring” each other’s presence, “tasting” sweetness in kisses, or “losing themselves” in one another. these phrases evoke a sensual hunger, but taken literally, they edge into cannibalistic imagery.

consider the act of kissing. in its essence, it’s a symbolic act of consumption: lips press together, breaths mingle, and a fragment of one’s essence is exchanged with the other. it’s a socially acceptable devouring—a soft echo of what would be unspeakable. yet the darker, more primal undercurrent of such exchanges is what fuels the metaphorical link between love and cannibalism.

cannibalism literalises what love often implies: a desire to fully possess, to ingest and internalise another person so they can never leave you. the boundary between two individuals collapses, and the act becomes a grotesque communion.

eros and thanatos : love and death as twinned forces.

freud famously posited that humans are driven by two primal forces: eros, the life instinct, and thanatos, the death drive. cannibalistic love is where these forces collide. the act of consuming someone you love is both an act of ultimate intimacy and ultimate destruction—a union so complete that it obliterates individuality.

in films like raw (2016) or bones and all (2022), cannibalism is portrayed as a macabre form of bonding. In raw, the protagonist’s discovery of her cannibalistic urges mirrors her sexual awakening, conflating desire with destruction. bones and all, on the other hand, frames cannibalism as a shared affliction—a metaphor for loving someone despite their darkest impulses. the lovers’ hunger for each other is both literal and figurative: they crave connection but fear the annihilation it brings.

this duality taps into our most primal fears about love. to love someone deeply is to risk destruction: of your heart, your boundaries, your sense of self. cannibalism renders this fear tangible, transforming the abstract pain of heartbreak into something visceral and bloody.

the religious undertones : communion and sacrifice.

the metaphor of cannibalism in love often carries religious overtones, particularly the idea of communion. in christian theology, the eucharist involves consuming the body and blood of christ as an act of devotion and unity. cannibalistic love mirrors this act of spiritual consumption but reframes it in a secular, often horrifying context.

this idea is vividly explored in han kang’s novel the vegetarian. the protagonist’s refusal to eat meat—and later her refusal to eat at all—becomes a metaphor for her rejection of societal expectations and the demands of love. her husband’s attempts to control her body echo the act of consumption: he seeks to possess her entirely, to mould her into a form that serves his desires. in rejecting this, she transforms herself into an unattainable ideal, one that can only be metaphorically consumed through memory and longing.

cannibalism also taps into the idea of sacrifice. in myths like the greek story of pelops, or the biblical tale of isaac and abraham, the act of consuming (or nearly consuming) another is framed as a profound, albeit horrifying, demonstration of love and devotion. these stories remind us that love often demands sacrifice—and sometimes, the sacrifice of the self.

love as hunger : the biological imperative.

on a biological level, love and hunger share striking similarities. both trigger the release of dopamine, the brain’s pleasure chemical, creating a sense of euphoria that can border on addiction. in this sense, the metaphor of cannibalistic love isn’t so far-fetched: to love someone deeply is to hunger for them, to crave their presence as intensely as one craves sustenance.

yet hunger, by its nature, is insatiable. the more you consume, the more you want. this insatiability is what makes love—and by extension, cannibalism—such a compelling metaphor. it captures the endless loop of desire: the more we try to possess another person, the more we realise how elusive true possession is.

modern obsessions : why cannibalistic love resonates today.

in a world increasingly defined by alienation and disconnection, the metaphor of cannibalistic love speaks to our longing for intimacy. we live in an era of 'ghosting', casual relationships, superficial connections, and carefully curated personas. to love someone—truly, deeply—feels radical, even dangerous. cannibalism amplifies this danger, turning love into an act of rebellion against a culture that fears vulnerability.

the rise of cannibalistic love stories in popular media also reflects our collective anxiety about boundaries. as technology blurs the line between public and private, self and other, the idea of being “consumed”—whether by love, fame, or social media—feels increasingly relevant. cannibalism forces us to confront these anxieties head-on, offering a grotesque yet strangely beautiful vision of what it means to truly connect.

the ultimate act of intimacy.

cannibalism as a metaphor for love is shocking because it reveals truths we’d rather avoid. it strips away the niceties of romance and exposes the raw, animalistic core of desire. it forces us to ask uncomfortable questions: how far would we go to possess the ones we love? what would we sacrifice to keep them close? and when does love stop being an act of connection and become an act of destruction?

in the end, cannibalistic love reminds us that intimacy is not without risk. to love is to hunger, to consume, and, sometimes, to destroy. it is a terrifying, beautiful, and profoundly human act—one that mirrors our darkest impulses and our deepest longing for connection.

perhaps that’s why we’re drawn to this metaphor, again and again. because in love, as in cannibalism, we find the ultimate paradox: the desire to be one with another, even if it means losing ourselves, and by an extension, our humility in the process.

things about melissa i think about a lot

her morning voice

the way her hand fits in mine

how she yells/sings songs in the car

the adorable look of pride on her face when she presents me the food she has made

"mel, you didn't have to." "well it makes you smile. so yes. i had to."

just her sleeping. that in general. how she holds onto me as she's in a deep sleep and how she snores, sometimes she mumbles things

she loves hugging me from behind. her embraces feel like home.

looking at her with such love when she infodumps about her interests, just seeing how excited and happy she gets 🥹

The Look ™️ whenever she sees me upset:

okay sitting in the teacher's lounge during lunch she's reading or on her phone or something just not paying attention and guys she's so pretty when she does literally anything.

"do you need help with that? augh stop. lemme help you, hon."

*remembers one of my favourite things and brings it up casually in conversation*

watching movies while she reads or knits/crotchets next to me and she'll occasionally do an impression of whoever just spoke 😭 (IF I'M WATCHING ONE OF THOSE COWBOY MOVIES FORGET ABOUT IT. SHE'S DOIN THAT SHIT THE WHOLE TIME)

sending me random emojis because "look how cute these lil guys are"

takes my music recommendations very seriously

when we went on our road trip with our cat and it was some of the best times of my life

"melissa where do you get all those pairs of glasses from? they're really expensive." "i got a guy." "of course you do."

comfiest person to ever exist me thinks

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