wipppppp

workin on a mercy

Catholic barty who grew up treating his father like god, who watched his mother be treated as an extension of his father and nothing else, who got spoon fed hate and misery, who was taught right from wrong through bruises, who didn’t fear god but feared his silence, who spends his whole life searching for something or someone to believe in, who met regulus and realized worship isn’t always through prayer, who was willing to sacrifice himself at the altar of regulus’ affections. Catholic barty who loves the only way he knows how through senseless acts of devotion and whispered promises while on his knees.

The Soldier and the Violinist:

GUYS I GOT INTO COLLEGE HAVE THIS EDIT TO CELEBRATE

do bartylus know they had invaded every single hook and cranny of my brain

"When these winds hit us, we and our misery were suddenly covered with dust....”

dustbowl 1933

Catherine Macdonald

the veil is getting thinner can you feel it

drawn by mindful (❁´◡`❁)

@mothercain

todays sexy word: corrosive

portrait piece of hayden by me <3 @mothercain

I love that father paul is fully the archetype of the Good catholic priest who wants to heal the community and spread kindness and help the vulnerable and then he gets a bit hangry one time and decides "well... maybe some people are beyond saving, and so... it doesn't really matter... if I... kill and eat them..."

I'll use this post as excuse to rumble about something I wanted to rumble a long ago.

The thing with Midnight Mass is, on my opinion, everything can be red in (almost) down-to-earth fashion: think about vampirism as infection/parasite invasion and it suddenly makes more sense. It shows in many scenes (blood anomalies, Erin's spontaneous abortion, hints on some kind of telepathy connection, etc) but Joe's death is one of the most interesting to me.

To understand it we must talk about Pruitt's death first. Regardless of what biological mechanism is behind of it (I believe it was cytokine storm) from the looks of it, it caused severe damage to body. Hence, when resurrected, Pruitt is already starving, because all his body resources went to repair and start itself over again. Plus, remember about additional metamorphosis: tapetum lucidum, changes in organs and metabolism to able blood digestion, some otherworldly fuckery with senses to sharp them to the fullest and probably doubling on mirror neurons.

So, in the end, it's not just hunger, but a severe starvation. And now funny part begins: do you know that you don't need to be a vampire to do thing you'll regret while starving? You body can and will take over your consciousness if necessary to survive, and if starving, you can literally wind up with food in your hands not remembering how you got it. All because your brain decided to prioritize survival over thinking. Now, when it comes to Pruitt, I think when Joe visits him he still tries to fight it, but surely completely looses when he bushes his head. But from his talking manner only (also heavily affected by gushing wine), safe to say he isn't fully there even in the beginning of the scene.

It is not to say that Joe's death isn't Pruitt's responsibility, but to bring up, on my opinion, overlooked theme of how biology doesn't give a shit about morality of individual and what cruel trick it can play on one. Angel isn't good nor evil, it's a beast and it must eat, just like the rest of those who are now count as his kind.

I can’t literally find any that are Bartylus centric it’s killing me

FOUND IT

its 300k words

yall dont even know what this fic did to me....