By Fall Out Boy

I love eating peanut butter!! this post is about ‎crunchy peanut butter, but smooth pb enjoyers are allowed to interact. one interaction only though. like reblog or comment you get one.

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ry tr on dash

KILL EVERYONE .

not a lot, just forever - adrianne lenker & Daniel and Louis as a bad fathers

I think I've done something beyond what I can do. My father issues can't handle these two

happy birthday to the most ass-shakable album ever

love you babyy<3

> THE JESTER

saltburn 2023 / the lament for icarus 1898

Struck by a realization.

Caracalla, a horribly disease ridden forceps baby, seemingly forgets his involvement with his brother’s death a matter of hours, or days, after the fact.

I see people attributing this to neurosyphilis, the psychological effects of lead poisoning, etc. Obviously. But I feel like it could also be some flavor of a trauma response. Whether he is unintentionally repressing memories of violence, or deliberately refusing to accept reality and thus losing the thread, I’m not quite sure.

Yeah, the man is obviously deeply sick. But him and Geta have also been through a history of physical abuse. A cocktail of drinking, desensitization to violence, trauma, brain damage, and psychosis all contributed.

If Caracalla was experiencing some type of severe complex trauma or delusions (or both;) it would be incredibly easy to completely discard anything that doesn’t adhere to the reality his mind had created. Especially when that reality is a place where he is correct, protected, or vindicated. Caracalla’s deep fried and shredded brain tissue would have absolutely no problem tossing out the memory of literally sawing Geta’s head off. Caracalla might have simply dismissed it as an intrusive thought he ignored, a nightmare he had. I dunno, him being conscious of the event but not recognizing it is MISERABLE!! And I am nothing if not a creator of miserable fiction.

I don’t have all of the right words here. But god. I am sick to my stomach thinking about my blorbos.

happy Thursday the 20th