MCR5 Truthers Waking Up On Nov. 1 Getting Ready To Speculate A Christmas Album

i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite

A moment to relax..

I had to redo the tbp one and I also painted another one because they look so funny and they make me laugh.

fuck it homebrew boop button. reblog this post to boop the person you reblogged from.

in celebration of april 13, i present all four known photos of neil, who banged out the tunes 19 years ago today

source: theagilerat.com (click right to see all four photos!)

Hannibal + text posts part 5 (part 4)

The Barbie movie has made me openly weep multiple times, and I'm all here for it. Greta Gerwig is an absolute genius.

Sigmund Freud, Franz Kafka and Bret Easton Ellis would have the most insane blunt rotation known to man.

Has anyone else ever thought about the idea of Caracalla talking to his brother’s headless body the same night of the murder? Because I have. I imagine him pacing the room, trying to speak to his brother as if nothing had happened, his voice cracking with anger, desperation, or maybe guilt.

What if he didn’t even realize the head wasn’t there? What if Macrinus had already taken it, leaving only the lifeless body behind? Caracalla might have poured his words into the void, oblivious to the grotesque reality before him.

Imagine him kneeling beside the body, gripping the empty shoulders, begging for forgiveness from someone who’s no longer whole, not even in death. Maybe he reaches for the head that isn’t there, only to feel the cold, bloodied stump under his hand. The horror would crash over him slowly, piece by piece, until the weight of what he’s done is undeniable and unbearable.

Then he wakes up the next day. It was a long night but he doesn't even remember what happened. Everything is still the same, right?

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