Just a small-town girl, livin' in a lonely world. late 20s
GheeButtersnapsTheFirst
Actually nothing is more appealing to me than fat “ugly” butch lesbians. Nothing brightens my day like seeing another fat butch in public, especially when our eyes meet and we give a nod of mutual recognition. Society deems her ugly but to me she stands confident and proud as the pinnacle of beautiful women - and seeing and acknowledging this about her has helped me accept it within myself. Fat butches never cease to amaze me, and there’s no one’s company I’d rather be in than hers.
(via mayasaura)
GIDEON THINKS THAT HARROW ONLY LOVES THE BODY AND IS INCAPABLE OF LOVING HER AS WELL. BUT HARROW DID NOT FALL APART AT THE ABSENCE OF THE BODY. SHE STRAYED FAR FROM IT, SHE DID NOT FALTER WHEN THE GHOST DISAPPEARED. BUT SHE HAD TO BRING GIDEON TO CANAAN HOUSE WITH HER. SHE DESTROYED HERSELF COMPLETELY WHEN GIDEON WAS GONE. SHE WILLINGLY CARRIED GIDEONS WEIGHT ON HER BACK CONSTANTLY WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING WHY. GIDEON STOP BEING AN IDIOT AND JUST SEE WHATS IN FRONT OF YOU I AM GOING TO GO INSANE
People died. Innocent people died Granda. And they were someone’s mother, father, daughter, son. Nothing can ever make that ok. And the people who took those lives, they’re just gonna walk free.
(via clonerightsagenda)
tamsyn muir: expanding on her incredibly complex, interesting, and well-thought out world mythology
me: but when will the dead lesbians kiss?
Listen here.
The dead lesbians are the story. Yes the world is fascinating and fleshy and so well built, thickly twined with lore and positively brimming with detail. It’s great.
But this story is about these fucked up little bone lesbians and how deeply in love they are, how apocalyptic and hollow their existences are without each other.
So yeah when are they gonna kiss
i think “take a hike” is like the funniest response to someone. like dude just get outta here. and go experience the wonder of nature for a bit
ancestral form of touch grass
(via appsa)
It would be kind of hilarious if Harrow used her favor from Alecto immediately to resurrect Gideon and they just fuck off for the rest of the book. Like, god? A war? Resurrection beasts? That’s not my problem I got my dead girlfriend back and I can finally kiss her so we’re gonna go do that for the next 300 pages and everyone else can figure out what to do next because we’ve been through Enough
(via chillyweirdoinacoffin)
The fucking layers of Barbie Alecto
- A man forcing his own ideas of beauty onto a woman.
- The woman being the soul of the Earth itself and the ideals being based on a literal plastic doll. Plastic. The thing that notably slowly kills the Earth.
- The profound repulsion she feels with the supposedly beautiful body thrust upon her by a man.
- Barbies being considered the ideal of beauty either way and Alecto being unhappy with the looks.
- John’s mortal enemy being capitalism and him still basing Alecto’s body on one of the most sold toys ever. His own inherent lack of immunity to capitalism. Something something full circle.
- Speaking fo which, the body of the soul of Earth being based on a doll. A toy. A literal plaything.
There is SO MUCH to Barbie Alecto I am chewing glass.
I’m sure someone else could make this into a proper coherent analysis but this is as coherent as I’m able to get when talking about The Locked Tomb thank you for understanding
Ortus: I believe that we are trapped in a labyrinth of, consciously or unconsciously, Lady Harrowhark’s making. Although she is a mere seventeen years of age, she has endured enough pain and accrued enough power to fell a Lyctor. Do not underestimate the machinations of her dark, twisted mind.
The machinations of Harrow’s dark, twisted mind: What if I was Gideon’s cavalier 🤔🤔🤔🗡🗡🗡What if she was a charming princess and I was an impoverished little nun 🤴🤴🤴💓💓💓 What if she worked at a coffee shop ☕☕☕🤗🤗🤗
The thing I love about Gideon is that she’s a big crass jokester, but SUCH a romantic. Nona walked in and Gideon was carefully posed in her best clothes and for Peak Look At Me Harrow Drama, and Nona took one supernaturally-knowing glance at her and went “that’s the face of someone who desperately wants to be kissed”
so funny to me how augustine and mercymorn were like “don’t worry guys. we have a plan to distract god. just wait for the signal, you’ll know it when you see it.” and the signal was to just start having a threesome with god on the dinner table right in front of harrow and ianthe
(via impishglee)