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people really will say stuff like “Victor being terrified of the Monster is his fault completely. He was the one who decided to built him out of the corpses he dug.”

My brother in Christ do you think that he gave even a single fuck how his Creation would look like? Do you think that a man hit by a God complex so powerful he thought he could—AND HE DID—create a new life out of deceased human parts would actually care about the minor details of “oh but will it be pretty enough? will it fit into current beauty standards?” OF COURSE NOT!! All that mattered to him during the whole time he spent in his stupid lab was that his Creation could actually somehow be alive — and to simulate human life, he thought of giving it at least vague human form. And that was enough at the moment.

Anyone who has read Frankenstein can blame Victor for literally anything else…but this; the exact moment where he was panicked and terrified that after all this time he actually did create a life and how horrible, dangerous and disgusting it suddenly all seemed… I will always defend him for that.

He acted the same way any other human being would.

how exactly am i suppose to cope after reading

“he hears Jude creep into the room, as soft and slow as something beaten, a dog perhaps, some unloved creature who lives only to be abused” ?

how am i suppose to not think about it for the rest of my life?

Frankenstein, I can’t build you a wife. No. It’s not because I’d be creating an abomination against god. I’ve already done that. It’s a women’s rights issue Frankenstein. Maybe even grooming if you want to get technical

never fails to frustrate how many people online hold steadfast to the belief that fiction materially affects reality (as opposed to a reflection; media-as-mirror, harm coming from pre-formed factors) yet insist on adding “in fiction” as a post-requisite to discussing something like the believability of trauma. calling a little life by hanya yanagihara “euthanasia fan fiction”: hidden there is the acknowledgment of a severance between fiction & reality but only, as always, under conditions that allow people to disregard and dismiss victims. swearing that if someone develops or projects a form of their trauma in/onto an incest narrative then they are contributing to rates of incestuous abuse itself (or, here, of suicide, self-harm, etc); immediately dropping the whole compassion-prevention charade to swear there are levels of abuse where a line is crossed and it starts to sound ridiculous, fanciful. trauma hypochondriacs: no way there can be that much suffering in someone. a very real, material perception, that affects quality of treatment, of communal support. and so we deride the book and its author and call it “trauma porn” (a phrase that makes me break out in hives), say its graphicness and excessiveness made us just want the main character to kill themselves already, because hey, we would, and fail to see how disgusting that is to say, because hey, it’s fiction, we would react differently if it was real — because of course fiction affects reality, but our virulent & vitriolic responses to it, that victims everywhere can see, do not

i do not care how depressing the entire podcast is. This part will always be the most heartbreaking no matter the amount of times I’ll listen to it.

klance in 2025 for fun

I know Hayden said Punish can be interpreted however we want but there is something so disturbing yet fascinating how without the context it’s so easy to relate to the song for whatever reason anyone has.

The first time I listened to it I genuinely thought that it was one of the most relatable songs, describing perfectly some of my feelings and thoughts. Then I read about the initial meaning behind it and just went “….oh”

She’s genuinely that good of a songwriter it’s insane.

oh yeah i love annotating

This is my love letter to the most beautiful ship I witnessed this year. Cheers to us Jayvik nation 💫