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beyond evil is so interesting to me because dong sik grew up in a christian household, and he’s introduced as someone who doesn’t seem to care too much for christianity in general, and then years later, there’s going to be someone kneeling in front of him and saying that he’ll go to hell, and there are fallen angel statutes in dong sik’s garden, and dong sik refers to joo won as his savior … when i tell you i think constantly about the deep significance of the oddly religious undertones in dong sik and joo won’s relationship and when i tell you about how beyond evil truly is a queer love story because oh you know it’s a queer love story when there’s strangely religious undertones

Took some inspiration from the classic Nosferatu posters and decided to try something different today, giving the high-contrast comic style another shot 🙏

my mind has been horribly stuck on mixing up animals for whatever reason, so I proudly present to you:

a snat.

both snake. and rat.

September, 1998 Music Magazine

My scans<3

When I was little I used to play game after I took a shower and the mirror was foggy where I'd pretend that there was someone else on the other side of the mirror trying to guess my gender, so I'd wear a towel around my neck to cover my chest and put like a washcloth or something that was already going to get throw in the laundry in my pants and then get very excited with the fake person on the other side thought I was a guy and I feel like no one should be surprised that I'm trans masc after that

Hannibal Photographer AU - 0.2

Second little chunk with unknown context under the cut

“I thought you said you weren’t going to get tired of me.”

“Who says I’m tired of you?” Will scoffs and glances at the suddenly very interesting floor. Hannibal glances up just as Will tips backward against the doorway and shoves his hands into his pockets.

“Well then what do you call it?”

“I call it being busy,” Hannibal replies, eyes once again on his book.

“That’s not even work.”

“Not everything is.”

“Then what do you call me?” At that, Hannibal lets the book snap shut and turns in his chair to face Will. Will is more than a little irritated that Hannibal looks like the subject of a painting sitting there, arm resting gently against the side of the chair, intense gaze on him.

“I call you, a specimen.” Will blinks. He’s not sure what he expected.

“I’m sorry, a—”

“A specimen.”

How I feel rn: