Fuckin Hannibal like "You can't leave me now. We adopted a baby together!" The baby is an 18 year old woman.
I found the greatest reaction set:
@cousin-possum-kc you get back here and share with the class
If you're a character in a horror piece of media and you come across someone named John you might be entitled to finantial compensation.
"But why would you want to imagine, read or write about a relationship that wasn't healthy, good or desirable to you personally?"
I genuinely don't know how to explain the concept of fiction to you.
STOP no more live-action remakes. We're going the other way now. Animated Casablanca. Animated The Godfather. Animated Oppenheimer. Animated Fight Club.
john after kayne didn’t wipe arthur’s memory
so did that the vampire get the job
To go alongside my John thoughts, I also can't stop thinking about Arthur.
You love him, you lose him, you get him back, but not before mistreating a version of him that you don't recognize, one that isn't perfect, one that isn't right. You nearly die in front of him. Again. You escape. You leave. And at the crossroads, he asks you to trust him.
You know he is lying to you, but you trust him.
You gain friends, more people than you've spoken to in, what? Weeks? Months? Entire years? He pushes you away from them all, some more violently than others. He tries to kill one and doesn't even realize it. You give him another chance. You give him what he asks for. You let him feel seen.
And he is still lying to you. You realize later, it's with good reason. He's told you the horrors of that place, you cannot judge him for wanting to escape at any cost, and it would be hypocritical to judge him for dealing with the devil when you were the first to shake his hand.
You would have forgiven him that. Easily. You trust him.
But he doesn't trust you.
He asks for your memory to be taken. For revelations to be obscured, for you, who has spent this entire journey driven by the insatiable urge to seek, to find, to know, to forget. Because he does not trust that you can find him redeemable.
I’ve always gone back and forth about whether to picture Martin stabbing Jon in the front or the back because there’s such beautiful symbolic potential for both.
Like on the one had you’ve got the image that they’re cradling the knife between them, both holding it during perhaps the closest thing they’ve had to a true act of free will in a long time. Jon can’t press the knife in, but he can ease the blow for Martin. He can tell him it’s okay, that he forgives him even though there’s nothing to forgive. It’s horrible and painful, but it’s also setting them free. The blood would get on both of them as they held each other, and, at first glance, you wouldn’t be able to tell whose it was.
But then on the other hand you’ve got nothing coming between them, not even this, not even now. It’s Jon being killed by the same person in whose arms he’s currently finding comfort—and those two things are not at odds. It’s the potential that, if the knife is long enough, Martin could cut himself as well, but that doesn’t matter because his heart already broke with Jon’s anyway. It’s two people who have always found it so hard to trust taking the ultimate symbol of betrayal and turning it into a symbol of loyalty.
And I don’t know which I love more.
Just excited that we got another scene with my favorite dead body
Best (?) quality: his giggles.
Arthur Lester's suitors. Choose wisely, darling, or it may end badly!
save me winter elliott stardew valley... winter elliott stardew valley save me......