My Desiccated Son Thrunt

Reblog if you have not been booped yet

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ATTENTION!

FEUDALISM RESTARTING IN 10 SECONDS. CLASSES WILL BE RANDOMLY ASSIGNED

I need to kiss him and cuddle him and cradle him and spoon him so bad it’s not even funny

We all know this site is US-user heavy, but I wanna know how many are vs aren't from the land of capitalism.

Because they're all freaks! Hope this helps

tell me why i'm starting to obsess over Lucius Verus after the evil twins?

(still obsessing over the twins tbh)

Digital painting of will when he's in the MRI machine 😫

just had a devastating realization about 1780s lesmand which is that lestats first instinct with armand is always to treat him sweetly and brush his hair and polish him up and all that whereas armand coming back to sexuality for the first time in 250 years would have as his only reference for consensual sex being. amadeo. oh boy

Dawg look at my therapist I’m killing myself 😂

im always surprised how many people think venetia is the younger sibling. i feel like we get so caught up in those scenes defined as shocking and grotesque by media and pop culture at large that we skim over the quiet, lurking horrors of saltburn. poor, poor venetia, who was born first but will never be first, not to the boys, not to her parents, not to oliver, not to anyone. mommy's emotionally battered and neglected firstborn daughter. felix was born when venetia was still a baby, not even two years old, the perfect golden boy, son and heir, sun and air. and he's getting it all, the title, the estate, everything ("I will look after this house just as felix would have"). do you think they ever talked about it? which catton was getting saltburn? i dont. venetia, the butt of every joke. desperate, embarrassing, lighting her body up like a neon sign on an empty highway. if felix is the sun, venetia is the moon, shrouded in darkness when he's not near. venetia, destroying and remaking herself in her mother's eyes. always hungry, a scavenger of love, picking over felix's scraps, sucking up the detritus at the bottom of a dark, lonely ocean.

happy Thursday the 20th